"One sword, break the sky!"

"Nine Heavens, Phantom Thunder!"

...At the same time as Zhixin and others set off, Gu Fenghua and his friends cut down again.

They will not forget that among the disciples of Lu Xiuwen and Duanyue Sect, there is also a strong man in the realm of the Emperor Saint. No matter how strong the Heavenly Saint is, they will not take it seriously, but they must not take it lightly for the Emperor Saint.

The sword light condensed into one slashed towards Yu Zhixin.

Yu Zhixin and others realized that the enemy was not around Lu Xiuwen to ask about his well-being, so they stopped and extended their hands to the long sword at their waist. However, their movements were as busy as Lu Xiuwen just now, and there was obviously serious shortage of actual combat.

He also blamed the Duanyue Sect for being too focused on attacking the position of the Holy Sect. In order to conceal their strength just in case, they did not give them too many opportunities to experience, especially Lu Xiuwen and Yu Zhixin. Although their strength has reached the level of the Emperor Saint, their reactions to the enemy are terrible.

As soon as he drew out the long sword, the sword light had already fallen unstoppably. Until this time, the golden holy bead on Yu Zhixin's forehead did not even have time to fully reveal it.

Even Lu Xiuwen, who is the second-level Emperor Saint, could not stop Gu Fenghua and others from the sword, let alone Yu Zhixin, who is the first-level Emperor Saint,? What's more, he is not prepared at all?

With a muffled sound, Yu Zhixin followed Lu Xiuwen's footsteps and flew out gorgeously. In mid-air, he spewed out a blood arrow, and the golden light flashed violently on his forehead, and then it spread out.

This sword actually shattered his holy bead!

He is lucky. His junior brothers around him should have more practical experience and blocked him in time. Otherwise, he would not be as simple as breaking the Holy Pearl, and he would probably be broken into pieces.

"Junior Brother Yu!" Lu Xiuwen forced his injuries and jumped to catch Yu Zhixin, let out a cry of sorrow, and tears were swaying in his eyes.

Although he saved his life, the Holy Pearl was broken, and Yu Zhixin's cultivation would definitely be greatly reduced. The two of them joined the sect together, both of whom were under Zuo Hong'an and were closest since childhood. How could he not be sad when he saw Yu Zhixin reaching such a miserable ending?

"Senior Brother Yu!" Qi Mingde and others also looked sad.

They were also seriously injured when they helped Yu Zhixin block the sword, with blood all over the corners of their mouths. However, after all, Gu Fenghua and others were not their target, so the injury was much lighter.

"Let's go!" After suffering such a big loss, Lu Xiuwen dared not stay there. He hugged Yu Zhixin and retreated.

"I'm leaving now, don't you think it's a little late?" Gu Fenghua sneered and flew up in the air and chased after him.

Although the strength of the two emperor saints, Lu Xiuwen and Yu Zhixin, is far lower than their expectations, others are still the emperor saints after all. After the sword just now, even the strongest heavenly saints would have been killed and destroyed, while the two of them were only seriously injured.

No matter how much water is, the Emperor Saint is still the Emperor Saint! Gu Fenghua still dare not underestimate it.

After all, she still has important things to do when she comes to Qingqiu Gorge. If you leave such troubles, it may be a bad thing. You will kill you while you are sick. When will you not get rid of them?

Luo Enen and others had the same idea. They didn't need Gu Fenghua to say much, but they flew up at the same time.
Chapter completed!