"Hmph, the light of rice grains dares to compete with the sun and the moon." Seeing this sword that was far beyond Gu Fenghua and his men's own cultivation level again, Niu Qianding just snorted coldly.

Even though he is stunning, even the real fifth-level Tiansheng is absolutely impossible to defeat the eighth-level Tiansheng. He still has enough confidence and arrogance.

The two sword lights are getting closer and closer, and Niu Qianding's sneer becomes more and more cruel and ruthless - the way of cultivation is so cruel. The history of Wuji Shengtian for tens of thousands of years, and so-called genius genius is fleeting, like a meteor falling, how could he have any sympathy for Gu Fenghua and the others?

Suddenly, his eyes suddenly condensed. A elixir with a simple and solid shape appeared out of thin air and fell towards him. Although the divine light was restrained, with his eighth-level Tiansheng cultivation, he could still clearly detect the meaning of the spirit.

Artifact, this is a artifact!!!

Niu Qianding never dreamed that Gu Fenghua had a magical weapon on him, and his expression changed drastically.

As the leader of a sect and his master is famous, his eyesight is not bad. At a glance, he can see that this demon wood tripod is not only a magical artifact, but also much stronger than most so-called magical artifacts in the world. After all, most of the magical artifacts existing in Wuji Shengtian are ancient. They are not only seriously damaged, but also have been lost and cannot be repaired at all. How powerful is it? However, Gu Fenghua's demon wood tripod was refined by Gui Yezi and refined by Gu Fenghua several times. It can be said that it is intact and its power is naturally incomparable.

He didn't care about Gu Fenghua and the others, and his sword changed and he slashed towards the demon wood cauldron in the air.

"Buzz..." The sword light fell, and a buzzing sound like an ancient bell ringing. The demon wood tripod flew backwards.

The sword that Gu Fenghua and his friends gathered their minds and concentrated also fell into Niu Qianding's chest at this moment.

At this moment, it was Niu Qianding's turn to hide without any hesitation. He could only grit his teeth and forcefully gather the holy energy, condensed into a shield to block his chest.

Unfortunately, his first palm was too underestimated by the enemy, and his meridians were damaged. After seeing the sword power of Gu Fenghua and his friends gathered their minds, although he took it seriously and drew out the long sword, from the bottom of his heart, he still did not take their first-class cultivation level seriously, so the sword just now was unreserved. At this time, the holy energy that was forced to be raised was extremely limited, and the defense of the Qi shield condensed was of course limited. It is probably difficult to block Gu Fenghua and his friends from joining hands with one sword.

I was careless, it was really careless! Since others dared to come to Yuchi Sect to save people, how could they not rely on them? Niu Qianding was very regretful.

Fortunately, no matter how strong the opponent's sword is, it is only comparable to the fifth grade of Tiansheng. Even if he can break through his holy energy shield, he cannot hurt his life. Even if he is seriously injured, he is still confident that he will seriously hurt his opponent. Thinking of this in his heart, Niu Qianding's eyes are even stronger.

Unfortunately, he thought too well and thought Gu Fenghua and the others too simply.

"Zheng..." Just as the sword light fell in front of his chest, a piano sounded.

The sound of the piano is so melodious and long-lasting, so ethereal and gentle, but it also implies the killing of the iron horse of the Gobi Desert.
Chapter completed!