Chapter 1127

Fortunately, everyone had a tacit understanding and didn't need her to remind her. Almost at the same time when she started, Lorne and others also started to follow her closely.

Although song Yu'an didn't have a tacit understanding with them, he came here once after all. He had some experience and followed closely.

In front of the as like as two peas, the two nether sandstorms were tossing and turning, facing the same situation. But this time, Luo and others were no longer surprised, and rushed directly to Gu Feng Hua.

A scroll of salon soared into the sky, and then soon returned to calm. The netherworld sandstorm here is obviously stronger and more violent than the one Gu Fenghua and Su Muyun met before, but the speed of eliminating each other after the collision is also faster.

Just at the moment when the sand tornado disappeared, Gu Fenghua and others rushed into the short calm gap again, and then continued to rush forward without stopping.

The wind roars like thunder all around, and the dark sand storms disappear and rise. Gu Fenghua and others fly among them, just like a warship riding the wind and waves in a storm. Although the storms are raging around, they still move forward smoothly.

In this way, Luo en and others occasionally look at Gu Fenghua's back, and their eyes are full of worship.

Song Yu'an's eyes are also surprised. Although she had guessed that Gu Fenghua had the strength to go through the sandstorm, she didn't expect that she would go through the sandstorm with Luo en and others so easily.

Of course, with her understanding of the sandstorm, she knew that it was not as simple as it seemed.

This Gu Fenghua is really not simple. Song Yu'an fingers slightly hard, a silver flash from the fingers.

Many sandstorms roar and surge, which is so chaotic, but the deepest part of the sandstorm is calm.

At this time, hundreds of holy masters, led by Lu aochen, stood outside the forbidden border, holding their swords tightly and calming their spirits.

"Chop!" With a clear drink from Lu aochen, hundreds of swords cut out at the same time and attacked the same position of the border.

It seems that Lu aochen wants to concentrate the strength of all the people to break a little, so as to open the forbidden border. However, it is a pity that their combined sword looks very powerful, but it is obviously not the tacit understanding of Gu Fenghua's sword. Most of the sword's power offsets each other, and in the end, less than half of them fall above the border.

The water on the border rippled, and the swords went away with it. There was no damage to the border at all.

"Come again!" Lu aochen drank heavily.

Everyone took a deep breath and continued to accumulate Holy Spirit.

"Chop!" In the cheers of the Qing Dynasty, all the people follow Lu aochen and cut out again with a sword.

But the waves are as like as two peas.

He continued to accumulate the Holy Spirit. Half a quarter of an hour later, they cut out a sword, but the border was still intact, and even left no trace.

Three swords in a row almost exhausted everyone's Holy Spirit. A dozen of the weakest holy masters fell to the ground with their legs softened. Others also leaned on the ground with their swords, and their bodies were tottering. Even strong men like Qin kuangge were red with wine on their faces, showing some morbid state.

Among all the people, only Lu aochen's expression has not changed, but if you observe carefully, you will find that his fingers holding the hilt of the sword are trembling slightly.

In fact, they have tried the same way dozens of times, and the Holy Spirit has been consumed rapidly, even the cultivation of his Xuansheng second grade is almost impossible.

"Take a break first." Lu aochen says helplessly.