He is one of the Eighteen Envoys of the Wuji Holy Heaven, a top strong man above billions of people! If he had changed to an ordinary saint master, even the Heavenly Saint strong man whose cultivation was far superior to Gu Fenghua and others, he would not dare to exclaim a few more breaths in front of him, or even dare to look at him. At this time, a few juniors actually dared to take the initiative to attack him!

Changsun Luocang was furious and rushed to the crown, and his two palms were hit hard again.

With the loud noise, Gu Fenghua and his men were knocked away again. This time, not only the tiger's mouth holding the sword, but also a faint blood oozed out of his forearm. However, the few men kept their swords. As soon as they stabilized their bodies, they flew up again and attacked Changsun Luocang.

One sword, two swords, three swords, four swords... In a moment, several people attacked more than ten swords.

With loud bangs, they were also shocked by Changsun Luocang and retreated continuously. As the tiny meridians in their bodies broke one after another, not only their forearms, but also thin bloodshots oozing out of their bodies, dyeing the holy robe with mottled blood red.

However, their eyes were still so firm and their fighting spirit was still so high.

Although they gathered their minds and forcibly upgraded the power of the sword to the fifth grade of Tiansheng, they were unable to cross the natural gap between them and the seventh grade of Tiansheng. Only by relying on this tide of attack, they had a chance. Once Changsun Luocang recovered, they would probably have no chance to take action.

Although Changsun Luocang was much stronger than a few people, he was forced to retreat repeatedly under the fierce attacks of several people who forgot about life and death.

As a king envoy, he himself doesn't remember how many years he had been forced into such embarrassment. What made him even more embarrassed was that the other party was just a few young juniors who had just reached the first-class Tiansheng, and they were so angry that they roared angrily.

"Since I'm determined to die, I'll help you!" Changsun Luocang suddenly roared wildly, took a big step forward, and pushed out his palms smoothly.

Because the Holy Soul Taoist Body is the condensation of the original deity's divine thoughts, essence, blood and holy energy, once it is destroyed, it will be very injured and its strength will be greatly affected. Last time the Holy Soul Taoist Body was destroyed, he suffered a lot.

So this time he took action, he was a little more careful. He was somewhat reserved before fighting with Gu Fenghua and others, and was both offensive and defensive, for fear that another accident would happen. However, he was forced to retreat continuously by Gu Fenghua and others, and he was not even able to fight back for a while. He was both ashamed and angry, and no longer cared about so much!

This time, he abandoned the defense and attacked with all his strength, and with all his strength, the power in his palm was not comparable to that before.

There was a loud thunder and the sky and earth trembled. Gu Fenghua was shaken away heavily. Gu Fenghua's hand was still tightly holding the hilt of the sword, but his arms were bleeding, and his fingers holding the sword were so weak, while the long sword in the hands of Luo Enen and others had already flew out from afar.

There was a torn pain in the body. Every meridian and every bone seemed to have broken. Even if the sword was still in their hands, they were unable to fight again.

Being in mid-air, Gu Fenghua's expression was already depressed. The gap was the gap. Even though they had tried their best and even forgot about their life and death, they still could not cross the gap in strength.

"Bang, bang..." Gu Fenghua and his men fell heavily to the ground.

"Hahahaha, I want to see who can save you now!" Changsun Luocang laughed wildly, and as Gu Fenghua almost landed, he had already risen up and chased him.
Chapter completed!