"Don't bother, kill me!" Qu Dangyuan came today to destroy the Xuangang Sect, and he was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, so he gave an order directly.
"Kill!" Behind him, thousands of masters shouted in unison, and the entire Yunjin City seemed to tremble under the roar.
Beside Qu Dangyuan, seven Elders of the Setting Sun Sect and more than a dozen deacons led their disciples to fly out first, and drew their swords to attack the disciples of the Xuangang Sect.
Emperor Saint, first rank, second rank, third rank sixth rank, seventh rank!
Although they are only more than a hundred people together, their strength is there. Facing the thousands of Xuangang sect disciples in front of them, they present an overwhelming momentum, like a tiger descending a mountain and plunging into a pack of wolves.
The disciples of the Xuangang Sect on the opposite side trembled with fright, and retreated involuntarily. Some of them who were weak in strength even fell to the ground in fright, unable to even retreat.
Seeing this, the other Setting Sun Sect disciples laughed wildly, and were ready to follow suit.
"Stop!" At this moment, a roar came from the Xuangang Sect, and dozens of figures flew out. The leader is the Xuangang Sect Supreme Elder Zhan Shibo, and behind him is Lu Changsheng Fang Tianyou, several other elders and deacons, and Gu Fenghua and his party. In addition, there are Zhong Lingxiu and Zhu Sifang and others.
Seeing them, the seven elders of the Setting Sun Sect and the deacons who were about to kill them all frowned, but they didn't give up, but continued to kill the disciples of the Xuangang Sect in front.
"Stop!" James Bo yelled again.
It's a pity that the opponent obviously has no intention of stopping, but instead came faster and attacked faster. Seeing that the disciples under the sect were about to die tragically by the opponent's sword, all the elders and deacons of the Xuangang Sect were very upset.
"One sword, cut the prehistoric world!"
"Nine days, Phantom Thunder!"
"Beidou, Batian!"
"Holy soul, heaven breaks!"
At this moment, four sword glows cut out from behind, and then merged into one sword like water and milk.
Emperor Saint Ninth Rank, the pinnacle!
Although the Elder and Deacon of the Setting Sun Sect on the opposite side has heard people talk about the power of Gu Fenghua and others' joint sword, but not many people have seen this sword with their own eyes. Until this moment, they didn't know how powerful this sword is. Magnificent and majestic, what an arrogance to swallow mountains and rivers. The entire world suddenly changed color at this moment, and everything in the world seemed to surrender to this sword.
Facing such a sword, even the powerhouses of the seventh rank of the Emperor Saint were frightened. How could they care about the Xuangang Sect disciples in front of them, they roared in unison, and waved their swords to meet the shocking sword light with four swords in one.
"Boom!" The ground shook, and the elders and deacons of the Setting Sun Sect, who were about to start a killing spree, backed away again and again. Gu Fenghua and Luo Enen also paused and took a few steps back.
In this fight, neither side took any advantage. This is also normal, after all, Gu Fenghua and others are not the real ninth-rank emperor saints, and the opponent not only has hundreds of people, but also has no weak ones. Taste.
?With the strength of four people, they were able to face more than a hundred strong people, but they were able to not lose the wind and force the opponent back. Such a record is already gratifying enough.
What is even more gratifying is that although they failed to decide the winner, the disciples of the Xuangang Sect ahead escaped unharmed.
"Master Elder!" With the joy and fear of the rest of his life, these young disciples scrambled back to Zhan Shibo and others, many of them even wept with joy, and quickly wiped away their tears. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com