When they took action, Rong Bai and his left hand were still wearing handprints and maintaining the formation. With his current situation, they would definitely not be able to arrange another formation. Only by maintaining this formation without breaking them can they have a chance to escape.

In the blink of an eye, the needles were approaching, and three sword lights were also slashed towards each other.

"Boom!" The green leaves exploded, the earth shook, and the chaotic airflow rushed towards the few people, mixed with flashing lightning.

"Puff!" The few people squirted out another mouthful of blood mist.

What a terrible magical power!

Gu Fenghua's face changed drastically. Although the Ye Blasting Technique of the Nether Eye Demon Thunder Wood was terrifying, it was not the most terrifying. The most terrifying thing was the slightest current mixed with it.

Before she took action, she had already predicted that she might not be able to resist it, so she had already spread the holy energy all over her body, but when the holy energy encountered the current, it melted like ice and snow.

If it hadn't for the cultivation level of the Xuansheng's ninth grade, the body's defense was even better than before, the attack of the Nether Eye Demon Thunder Wood would be enough to break her to pieces.

"Go away!" Bai Rongyu's shouting came again in his ears.

After constantly making handprints, he finally tore open a crack more than one foot wide by the huge wind blade net. However, it is not so easy to resist the attack of the Nether Eye Demon Thunder Wood and operate the formation. His injuries worsened sharply, blood surged in his mouth, and his face became as miserable as gold paper.

Gu Fenghua and Luo Enen were under heavy pressure, and they supported Bai Rongyu from left to right, and quickly retreated backwards.

However, the sound of thunder in the sky, and the ice and fire red gold fruit on Gu Fenghua's body was the last chance for the Ming Eye Demon Thunder Wood to survive. How could it watch her escape? An angry roar came out in Ming's eyes. The Ming Eye Demon Thunder Wood swung his long arms, and a large green needle leaf fell down at the few people, like a storm.

Hearing the dense sound of breaking through the air behind him, Gu Fenghua turned around suddenly and raised his sword again.

Although the crack was close at hand, the few people were seriously injured, and it was impossible for them to escape before the needle rain came.

When Gu Fenghua stopped, Luo Enen subconsciously paused.

"Let's go!" Gu Fenghua shouted and raised his long sword high.

Although it is clear that the Nether Eye Demon Thunderwood can dissolve the holy energy, and her sword will be difficult to block the dense needle leaf like rain, she has no choice. Among the three, Bai Rong and constantly open the formation are the most injured. Luo Enen is the weakest and is not lightly injured. It is useless to take action. Only she can barely have the power to fight.

Perhaps, after this sword, she will die here, but it is much better to die alone than to die here with three people. At the critical moment of life and death, only by putting death can one have the opportunity to live. Gu Fenghua understands this truth the most.

Luo Enen and her lived and died side by side for so long, of course they knew what to do at this time was the most appropriate one. They did not hesitate and dragged her back legs. They gritted their teeth and rushed out with Bai Rongyu. However, as they flew away, tears also shed with the wind.

Bai Rong and the injury were serious, and it was extremely difficult to move their fingers. They could only let Luo Enen rush out. From the corner of their eyes, Gu Fenghua's graceful and graceful figure, which seemed weak but extremely firm, also had a layer of mist in his eyes.

He was born from an extraordinary background and had no shortage of cultivation resources since he was a child. The martial arts and sword skills he practiced were also amazing and unparalleled. His cultivation was naturally far superior to those of the saints of his age. Even if he had some experience, he was always in danger, or even in danger. He had never experienced such a life-and-death crisis? Because of his special identity, he had no friends, and he had never experienced such a friendship that was willing to sacrifice his life for his companions.

I thought that I had comprehended the Taoist rhyme of my own, and the strong man's Taoist heart was as solid as a rock, but at this moment, he felt that his heart was quietly melting, as if something was more.
Chapter completed!