The cultivation base of the middle-aged man of the fourth rank of Emperor Saint had already shocked everyone a lot. Unexpectedly, his senior brother had reached the fifth rank of Emperor Saint. His true strength is probably not comparable to that of ordinary fifth-rank Emperor Saints.
Although Luo Enen defeated his junior brother of the fourth rank of Emperor Saint with a single palm, but when his cultivation level reaches their level, every level of difference is a world of difference. At this time, it would not be so easy for her to win against this genuine fifth-rank emperor saint.
Moreover, she was full of resentment, she didn't even draw her sword, and she just rushed forward like that, obviously she made a big mistake of underestimating the enemy. Can she really despise the mighty emperor fifth rank powerhouse?
Everyone's eyes could not help showing a bit of worry.
There is no way, Wuji Shengtian is also a world that depends on faces. One is a beautiful woman with a pretty face, and the other is a middle-aged uncle with a gloomy face. Even if it is right or wrong, normal people will naturally lean towards Luo Enen. What's more, Sima Batian's previous performance was really a little too domineering. Regardless of the reason, no matter whether it is right or wrong, he would cut off his own arm when he came up.
Closer, closer!
"There are thousands of ways, the sword of heaven" The green-robed man shouted, and the cold light on the long sword shot into the sky. Among them, there seem to be thousands of mysteries hidden and thousands of changes.
What a strong sword! Everyone's hearts were raised to their throats.
"Crack!" Suddenly, there was a crisp sound.
The Qingpao man's sword formula was interrupted, and the last word "Kun" came to his lips, and he choked back abruptly. Five bright red fingerprints quickly appeared on his face, so bright red, so dazzling, so eye-catching. The sword light that had been cut in half also stopped in the air, and could no longer be cut out.
All around, everyone was dumbfounded again, and after finally recovering their sober minds, they were once again at a loss.
So fast, so sharp, until now, few people even saw clearly how Lonen's slap hit the green-robed man's face.
The green-robed man himself was also slapped by the slap, holding up the sword, his mind went blank: How could this be, how could this be, he is a majestic fifth-rank emperor, how could he be so easily slapped? A slap across the face. In the past, he has never lost so badly even against the powerhouses of the seventh and eighth ranks of God's Holy Spirit.
He didn't know, in the past, when he competed with others, how could others look at Sima Batian's face, how could he hurt his face, and how could he show his real strength? Every time the so-called sparring is actually made by others, he doesn't know his real combat power at all, so he becomes more and more arrogant and defiant.
"Hey, what are you doing in a daze, do you still want to slap?" Even Lonen himself didn't expect that this slap would be so easily slapped on the opponent's face.
I thought that with his cultivation of the fifth rank of Emperor Saint, he would have to spend some effort to clean it up, so Lonen's seemingly simple slap actually left countless backhands and hidden countless changes. Unexpectedly, it was easy to succeed without using any changes or changes, which made Miss Luo feel very disappointed.
"There are thousands of roads, God" The green-robed man finally came back to his senses, with a look of resentment on his face, he stared at Luo Enen, raised his long sword high, and shouted again.
"Crack!" Before the words fell, the crisp sound came again. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com