Chapter 2847

"Congratulations, Deacon Lu. From today on, you are the fourth elder of Wuji chamber of Commerce." Feng Chongshan said and handed an elder token to LV Fangyuan.

"Thank you, Feng is old." Lu Fangyuan turned and walked towards the East emperor's pavilion.

"It's impossible, it's impossible, he's hiding his strength." Zhuang Liangdong murmured to himself, trembling all over.

I thought that if I had Deng juebao's thigh, I would be able to tide over the crisis smoothly and have a bright future in the future. Who knows, it would be like this? At this time, Zhuang Liangdong was both frightened and frightened, only feeling a blank in his mind. A voice, but also constantly sounded in my mind: over, this time all over.

Just then, Duan Qingyun came to the East emperor Pavilion.

Zhuang Liangdong's eyes suddenly brightened, and he even showed some fierce color. Looking at Duan Qingyun's posture, it's obviously impossible to let Gu Fenghua go. Even if I'm finished, you won't come to a good end.

People are always like this, knowing that there is no hope of survival, dragging a few people on the back can always find a little comfort.

"Do you really think that if you take the elder's place, you can protect them?" Duan Qingyun stopped three feet away from the East emperor's pavilion, and said coldly and arrogantly.

If he chose to give up three days ago, it doesn't matter. The prestige of the East emperor has been passed down for a long time. Even if the three saints want to give face to the East emperor Pavilion, he should also give face to the East emperor, which will not affect his reputation. But since he had put down his cruel words three days ago, if he would stop at this time, where would his face go?

Duan Qingyun is determined to kill Gu Fenghua no matter what!

As he spoke, Duan Qingyun raised his hand.

Suddenly, the sky overcast, the thick clouds, as if on the top of the head, pressure people breathless. Everything in the world seems to be silent at this moment, just like the omen of the end of the world.

Feng Chongshan's face changed and he quickly made his fingerprints. On the East emperor's pavilion, there is a wonderful light and a huge border to protect it.

Seeing this scene, the faces of the onlookers were excited and fascinated. It's no wonder that donghuangge has been standing for tens of thousands of years, and now it has a transcendent status. The defense of the border is profound and mysterious. Even a few elders of Shengzong called it strange. They asked themselves that with the strength of their own clan, it is impossible to survive such an array.

"If it were tens of thousands of years ago, I might have had nothing to do with the border formation of the Eastern Emperor. Unfortunately, the Eastern Emperor has been dead for tens of thousands of years. Now, who can repair the border formation?" However, Duan Qingyun just sneered, his face was full of contempt, and he didn't pay attention to the defense barrier of the East emperor Pavilion.

As soon as the words fell, Duan Qingyun turned his hand and pressed down. His action is so casual, so understatement, but the feeling is so weightless.

"Click!" Crack sound came, the defense barrier actually broke a crack from it.

"Gu Fenghua, die for me!" Duan Qingyun said in a deep voice, pressing his palm down again.

A huge and illusory hand shadow, through the border, appears on the top of Gu Fenghua's head, which is full of the breath of death.

"A sword, break the sky!"

"Nine days, magic thunder!"

"Beidou, batian!"

"Holy Spirit, tianpo!" Gu Fenghua and Luo en cut out at the same time. Although it's only the cultivation of the fourth or fifth grade of Tiansheng, the power of the sword is by no means weaker than the ninth grade of Tiansheng!