"One sword, cut the prehistoric world!" Gu Fenghua shouted with a clear cry, and the long sword wrapped in a thick silk cloth slashed out.

"Nine Heavens, Phantom Thunder!"

"Beidou, dominate the world!"

"Holy soul, Tianpo!" Luo Enen and others took action at the same time.

Facing such a strong man, there will definitely not be too many opportunities to take action. Perhaps there will be no chance in one failure.

With the determination to die and live, all the holy energy and divine thoughts were injected into the long sword without reservation. The four sword lights condensed into one again, and the sword power of the sixth grade of the Emperor Saint was stimulated to the extreme.

Yu Xuanyang and others also took action at the same time. Although they were fighting each other and could not concentrate their minds and work together to improve their combat power like Gu Fenghua and the other four were not weak, and sword lightnings were slashed out, and a dull thunder-like rumbling sound came from the ethereal void. If they weren't in the void, these sword lights intertwined, they wouldn't know how earth-shaking it would be.

"The light of rice grains dares to compete with the sun and the moon!" However, when seeing the sword lights coming towards him, Ao Canhun looked contemptuous.

His palm slowly pushed out, looking so ordinary, and there was no sense of power, and there was no terrifying shadow of the sky-covering palm.

However, the sword light that Gu Fenghua and others slashed out suddenly disappeared as soon as it reached his front. It was silent, like a tiny gravel, thrown into the endless sea.

Why is this happening? Not to mention others, even Gu Fenghua was shocked.

Before they could react, an invisible force surged in the sea!

"Puff, puff, puff..." Yu Xuanyang, Zhong Li and others sprayed blood and flew backwards at the same time.

Then, there was a dull sound of banging, and everyone fell into the broken space like a meteor. In just a short moment, their faces became as miserable as gold paper, and their eyes were even more dim, and they were obviously seriously injured.

Too strong, too strong! Only by doing it themselves can they know how powerful the powerful man in the supreme heaven is.

You should know that Yu Xuanyang is a strong man of the seventh grade of the Emperor Saint. Zhong Li Zheng and Weng Yuanming and Yao Wenshan were slightly inferior, but they also reached the fifth grade of the Emperor Saint Sixth grade of the Emperor Saint. Others, Zeng Ning'an and Lu Hongdao, and even the youngest Mu Chenxi and Yu Zifei, are definitely not weak. However, so many people took action at the same time, they still didn't even have the power to fight in front of Ao Canhun.

In contrast, the situation of Gu Fenghua, Luo Enen and others was slightly better. Although they were shocked by Ao Canhun when they met, relying on Gu Fenghua's ultimate defense of the innate Holy Spirit root of the earth-based innate holy spirit root, the injury of several people was much lighter. Of course, this was only a difference between fifty steps and one hundred steps. Blood slowly oozed from the corners of the mouths of several people, and the qi and blood surging in their chests, which was also very uncomfortable.

"Huh..." Of course Ao Canhun could see that among the people opposite, Gu Fenghua and Luo Enen were not the strongest, but after a fight, their injuries were the lightest, and they couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise.

"Your qualifications are pretty good. If you are willing to obey me, I can accept you as your core disciples and teach you all the supreme skills." Ao Canhun looked at Gu Fenghua and the others deeply and said.

At such an age and such strength are rare in the Supreme Heaven, let alone a low-level plane like Wuji Shengtian, the qualifications of several people are naturally self-evident. If they can be taken to the disciples and carefully crafted them, they will definitely become their own help in the future.
Chapter completed!