Over the years, no one can respect him when he sees him. Even the disciples of other emperors dare not be arrogant in front of him. He never dreamed that Gu Fenghua would dare to threaten him. In his rage, he was too lazy to say anything more. He moved his feet and drew out his long sword to attack Gu Fenghua.

The night light flew across the night sky, as if torn the night sky apart, and the bright moonlight also dimmed at this moment.

"Be careful!" Fu Guanyun shouted.

He didn't have to worry about Pei Yichou's strength. After all, Pei Yichou is still too young and has a much worse strength than a disciple like Qingfan. Gu Fenghua and his men and women could not defeat him with a powerful joint sword. Even if they couldn't win, there would be no problem in protecting themselves. What he was really worried about was that the few people didn't know the importance of the matter and accidentally seriously injured Pei Yichou.

Unfortunately, Gu Fenghua and others obviously did not understand the worries in his words. Almost as Pei Yichou took action, Luo Enen and others drew out their long swords at the same time, and Gu Fenghua's divine sword wrapped in silk cloth also flashed with divine lights.

They could also see that Pei Yichou was much younger than Qingfan and had much less strength. However, no matter how many of them were disciples of the Aotian Jun envoy, his strength was still far higher than other saints of the same age. More importantly, his sword was extremely sharp and had no reservations at all. He was much more ruthless than Qingfan.

Facing such an opponent, if you are careless, you may die. How could they show mercy?

Seeing the actions of Gu Fenghua and others, Pei Yichou smiled coldly.

He had heard Qi Zongwang talk about the cultivation of Gu Fenghua and others, and judging from the holy beads flashing between Gu Fenghua and his men's eyebrows, Qi Zongwang did not dare to hide it at all. He did not take such strength from the first grade of Emperor Saint and the ninth grade of Emperor Saint. However, he did not know that Qi Zongwang had no good intentions at all. Although he had no hiding the cultivation of Gu Fenghua and others, he kept silent about their joint efforts and swords.

The only thing Pei Yichou was worried about was the old men standing behind Gu Fenghua - those people, probably what Qi Zongwang said, the third and fourth grade powerhouses of the Emperor Saint. However, looking at them like that, they obviously had no idea of ​​taking action, which was in line with Pei Yichou's guess when he came. After all, he was a personal disciple of the Aotian Jun envoy, and his status was definitely not comparable to Qi Zongwang. Even if they had the courage, they would never dare to attack them.

Seeing a few people standing motionless behind Gu Fenghua, Pei Yichou was completely relieved.

He was relieved, but Fu Guanyun's heart was raised to his throat.

Pei Yichou didn’t know how domineering Gu Fenghua and Luo Enen joined forces to join forces, but he knew very well, why Weng Yuanming and others didn’t make a comeback? Didn’t it just that Pei Yichou was not a match for Gu Fenghua and others, and didn’t want to steal their limelight?

"One sword, kill the prehistoric world!"

"Nine Heavens, Phantom Thunder!"

...

The sound of Gu Fenghua and his men's shouts came to his ears. Seeing that they were about to use the strongest sword, Fu Guanyun was anxious. It would be fine if he seriously injured Qi Zongwang. If Pei Yichou was seriously injured, wouldn't he have a mortal hatred with Ao Tianjun? Unless Mo Qingqiu and Chang Aotian completely turned against each other, no one could protect Gu Fenghua and his men's comprehensiveness. And if their Tianyun Sword Sect was involved, it would be a good fortune.

Subconsciously, Fu Guanyun rushed forward, trying to block the middle between Gu Fenghua and the others and Pei Yichou. Although he might have been seriously injured by both sides in this way, he could not care much about the safety of the Tianyun Sword Sect.
Chapter completed!