Perhaps, the reason why the Xuanji Saint Lord turned a blind eye to the challenge of the Yelang Sect leader was not because he was self-reliant, but because he was afraid of them.

Who can not be afraid of such a sect?

"Ao...wu..." Soon, Lu Xiuwen was bitten and covered in bruises and blood was dripping from his mouth, and screams with tears.

Although he is a strong man in the realm of the Emperor Saint, he relies entirely on the Duanyue Sect's huge financial resources to build up the cultivation resources dozens or even hundreds of times that of the ordinary saints. He has not experienced much tempering at all. How could he deal with such a cruel scene?

What's more, the other party is not a weak person. Except for Tang Junhou, who is a third-level Tiansheng, all the others have reached the ninth-level Tiansheng. If you bite your front teeth, you will not be as gentle as the fangs of a monster.

Behind him, Qi Mingde and Lin Yushan and other disciples of Duanyue Sect were also frightened by the crazy actions of Tang Junhou and others. They looked at their blood on their faces with trembling, wanting to cut them down with one sword, but they were afraid of hurting Lu Xiuwen by chance, and they didn't know what to do for a while.

"I want to kill you, I want to kill you." The clay Bodhisattva was still three parts of earth. With a burst of severe pain, Lu Xiuwen finally released the strength that all the Emperor Saint powerhouses should have. He broke free from his arm and slapped it out one palm after another. He also let out a trembling roar like a wounded beast.

His expression and roar were as crazy and as nervous as Tang Junhou. It seems that neuroticism is also contagious, just like rabies.

"Bang bang bang!" The powerful palm force slapped Tang Junhou and the others. Another stream of black blood gushed out of their mouths, which was shaken away and fell to the ground without any movement. But even so, they still bit their front teeth and took away some pieces of flesh and flesh, leaving behind chilling wounds.

"One sword, break the sky!"

"Nine Heavens, Phantom Thunder!"

"Beidou, dominate the world!"

"Holy soul, heaven is broken!" Gu Fenghua and his men finally seized the opportunity and chased after him, and a sword that gathered their minds and concentrated their hearts was slashed out again.

"Be careful!" Qi Mingde and others woke up and waved their swords to block Lu Xiuwen's face.

Unfortunately, not everyone in this world has the ability to challenge the higher level. How could they stop Gu Fenghua and his men from joining hands, which is comparable to the second-grade Tiansheng?

"Boom" a group of disciples of Duanyue Sect were chopped away like flowers, and the sword light still fell on Lu Xiuwen.

"Puff!" Lu Xiuwen flew backwards, and another mouthful of blood was spurting out in the air.

On his forehead, two holy beads broke at the same time, and a chaotic golden light scattered out.

"Senior Brother!" Qi Mingde and others cried out sadly, and took out the trial jade talisman for escaping.

I never dreamed that Gu Fenghua and others' real combat power was so powerful. One Emperor Saint first-grade and the other Emperor Saint second-grade were defeated in their hands one after another, and even the Holy Pearl was shattered by their swords. The mission was obviously failed, and if this continues, even his life will not be saved.

"Follow me!" At this moment, Lu Xiuwen shouted. He actually took advantage of the sword and continued to escape to the distance.

Two illusory golden holy soul beads quietly appeared behind him and turned into rays of golden light. The wounds on his body, which were like dogs, healed rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye. Between his eyebrows, a golden holy bead slowly condensed into shape.
Chapter completed!