If it is an ordinary formation, Gu Fenghua can use other methods to break it, but this Cangling formation is jointly operated by the grandson Luocang and nearly a hundred disciples of Luocang Peak, so it can only be broken by force in this way.
Sword lights streaked across the night sky, condensed into one, and cut into the formation. In just a few moments, Gu Fenghua and the others cut out more than a dozen in succession. However, there was no earth-shattering shock, no landslides, and every time the concentrated sword light cut into it, it was like a huge boulder falling into the mud. Wei quietly dissipated.
Luo Enen and the others had finally recovered their holy energy, which had already been consumed by half in the confrontation with Qi Qinghong and the others, and now it was even worse. Thanks to Fang Tianyou, their joint sword was exhausted They were much younger, and they were able to persevere until now, but even so, the few people were vain on their feet, and even their eyes were a little lax.
Fortunately, their efforts were not in vain, as the sword was slashed out, the power of the formation was shaken, and the faces of nearly a hundred Luocang peak disciples turned pale, and bright red blood gushed from the corners of some of their mouths. In mid-air, Changsun Luocang quickly made his handprints, his face became more and more haggard, and when he looked carefully, his fingers were trembling slightly.
Obviously, Gu Fenghua did not make a mistake, and Changsun Luocang was actually not sure that he could stop them with this formation. Luo Enen and the others were all in high spirits, desperately turning their kung fu techniques to condense the holy energy and divine sense, and continued to cut into the formation with one sword after another.
Although the sword light is still gone, the power of the sword will not disappear out of thin air. The power of the solid formation is like waves. More than a dozen disciples of Luocang Peak couldn't hold on any longer, and they spat out a mouthful of "poof". blood.
Seeing this scene, Changsun Luocang began to panic. Sure enough, I didn't underestimate Gu Fenghua and others, unless I put all my strength into the formation, my disciples alone really couldn't stop them.
"Gu Fenghua, are you really an old man who can't deal with you?" Changsun Luocang finally stopped his handprints and roared at Gu Fenghua. Then he drew out the long sword on his waist, and slashed out with a condescending sword. Nine golden holy beads flashed at the same time, exuding dazzling golden brilliance.
"Be careful!" Gu Fenghua shouted.
She guessed that the eldest grandson Luocang, as one of the envoys of the Eighteen Monarchs, and also one of the oldest and most senior among the envoys of the Eighteen Monarchs, must still have some understated skills, and it is very likely that he will recover his cultivation. As expected, the nine golden holy beads between the eldest grandson Luocang's eyebrows, even if they have not fully recovered, are not comparable to their emperor's sixth-rank and seventh-rank cultivation.
If their strength had not been compromised, they might not be afraid of him, but at this time Luo Enen, Fatty Bai, and Ye Wuse were all greatly damaged in their holy spirit, and they were only relying on their will to support them. Cang this sword.
In desperation, Gu Fenghua had no choice but to take the lead in retreating. Luo Enen and the others had a tacit understanding with her and knew that they were invincible, so they retreated.
But the eldest grandson Luocang was about to seal the holy rune and collect Qian Qiuxue, but they forced him to stop temporarily, gritted his teeth secretly with hatred, how could they let them get away easily. At the same time that the sword was cut out, five order flags were also thrown out at the same time.
In an instant, colorful rays of light fell on the ground, and the entire broken space was illuminated with radiance, as beautiful as a scene in a dream.
However, Gu Fenghua and the others were not in the mood to appreciate the beautiful scenery, and at the same time as the multicolored sunlight shrouded them, several invisible forces poured down on them like a river hanging from the sky.
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