Chapter 4390: 4390 It's too late to regret now

  Chapter 4390 4390 It's too late to regret now

  It's terrible, this Gu Fenghua is terrible! Yuan Shaochong was trembling all over, there was still a little smug on his face, he usually muttered to himself like a dream, and he involuntarily stepped back.

Behind   , other Saint Yuanzong disciples were also frightened by Gu Fenghua's powerful and exquisite sword skills, and quietly moved backwards.

"Okay, okay, I still underestimated you, you dare to hurt my ancestor Taoist body, my Saint Yuanzong will never die with you!" Yuan Daoling's face turned blue, looking at Yuan Shangqing, who was all over his body in front of him, once again in his eyes Anger burns.

   Although such an injury is not fatal to the soul-killing body, but Yuan Shangqing's injury is like this, his strength is inevitably compromised.

  These three soul-killing dao bodies can be said to be Shengyuanzong’s Dinghai Shenzhen, and they are also the biggest support for him to lead Shengyuanzong back to the Promise Holy Heaven. Who knows, Yuan Daoling was wounded like this on the first shot, it can be said that half of it was abolished, how could he not hate it in his heart!

  Unexpectedly, Gu Fenghua's sword power was like a wave just now. In shock, he instinctively felt a little bit of fear in his heart, and even forgot to help him. At this time, regret and hatred, mad with anger.

  "Do it!" With a sharp roar, Yuan Daoling led the three soul-killing Taoist bodies and rushed towards Gu Fenghua at the same time.

Because the soul-killing dao body cannot refine the heaven and earth aura, it can only rely on the evil spirit of the evil spirit to maintain the cultivation level. However, the world is peaceful for tens of thousands of years, and there is no enough evil spirit of the evil spirit. For this reason, he was actually not willing to let these three shots at will, and the previous shots were mainly deterrence. But now, he can't take care of that much.

  Gu Fenghua's strength completely surpassed his previous understanding. Such a sword after sword cut with all his strength, let alone others, even his emperor's eighth rank would definitely not be able to resist. If you don't fight quickly, you might fall short again today.

  Crazed, he was mad, but he was not dizzy, his eyes swept across the faces of Lorne and others again, showing a look of wariness.

Hearing the command of Lord Sovereign, those disciples of Saint Yuanzong who had been scared early and were involuntarily retreating quietly stopped, and subconsciously pressed the hilt of the sword with their hands, but when they saw Gu Fenghua’s flawless face, think about Yuan again. Shang Qing's body was full of bone scars, but she was panicked, and she didn't have the courage to draw out the long sword.

  "Zongmen survive and die, in one move, do it!" Several elders shouted in unison, and took the lead in drawing out the long swords.

   Seeing Gu Fenghua’s true strength, they were actually just as anxious, and even secretly regretted the suzerain’s actions today: if they had known that Gu Fenghua’s strength was so terrible, they should take a long-term plan and should never be so impulsive.

But now it’s too late to regret. The rumors of Saint Yuanzong’s return to the Promise Sacred Heaven will soon spread all over the world. Those sects who have feuds with Saint Yuanzong will form alliances in order to protect themselves. Before they stood firm, they rallied and attacked. If the Nine Nether Demon Mirage cannot be captured, even with these three soul-killing dao bodies, Saint Yuanzong will not be able to escape the fate of destruction in the end! What's more, Yuan Shengqing has also abolished half.

  In desperation, they can only grit their teeth.

The disciple of the Saint Yuanzong behind him finally woke up like a dream, and he also reacted. Today’s battle is related to the life and death of the Saint Yuanzong. Even if he escapes now, he will still be unable to escape in the future, and it will only die if he falls into the hands of those sects. It's worse.

   "Kill!" Everyone shouted in unison, and at the same time drew the sword from the waist.

  (End of this chapter)