Flying in the air, Mo Qingqiu thought of something, and turned to look behind him, but did not see the figure of the young man. Just now, they broke through the barrier, not only their master and apprentice, but also the young man. Although he can't compare with himself in terms of strength, Mo Qingqiu feels that his real combat power is far more than that of other saints of the same level, and even the emperor saint who is two or three levels higher than him is by no means his opponent.

What's more, when the sword was put out, Mo Qingqiu was shocked by the dignity and pride of the world, as if he saw the dusty figure again!

But when the barrier broke, his figure disappeared. Mo Qingqiu's heart is also filled with inexplicable uneasiness.

But now is obviously not the time to think about these things. Saving Gu Fenghua is the top priority. If she had not set up the array, in this trial of Qingqiu gorge, except for more than 100 people who escaped from the Wujue rebellious array, several other disciples of the sect would have died. As the master of Qingqiu gorge, he would have been ruined. Even if he is afraid of his strength and no one dares to ask for an explanation, he can't forgive himself and will spend the rest of his life in regret.

In other words, Gu Fenghua saved not only his disciples, but also Mo Qingqiu. In any case, he will save Gu Fenghua and never let her have any accident.

"Six Harmonies and eight wastelands, sword dance in autumn!" A simple long sword appears in Mo Qingqiu's hand and cuts away towards the invisible power falling from the sky.

The closer you are to Gu Fenghua, the more you can feel the terror of that power. Even Mo Qingqiu, a top power, is not sure to compete with him with a pair of meat palms.

Qingfan had already pulled out his long sword, and it was cut out with one sword.

"Poof!" A sword with all his strength seemed to cut into the vast ocean. Then, a force that was more than several times stronger than his sword came back. Through the long sword, the force directly rushed into the meridians and into the sea of Qi. The Green fan fiercely spurts out a mouthful of blood, is again repeatedly retreats several steps.

Mo Qingqiu's body was shocked. Although not like qingfan, he was shocked to blood, but his face turned white.

What a powerful force! Only then did Mo Qingqiu realize the horror of this power, and he knew more about how difficult it was for Gu Fenghua to help his disciples save their lives with self destruction array.

Such talents, even if not for their own fame, but for the whole Wuji holy heaven, can never have any accidents! Mo Qingqiu clenches his teeth and flies straight to the spirit cloud to block Gu Fenghua's falling power.

"Boom, boom, boom..." a loud sound came one after another.

After every loud noise, Mo Qingqiu's old and straight body would be shocked, and his face was even more pale. Qingfan eased a little and rushed forward again, trying to share some pressure for Shifu. However, this contains the power of the five elements and the six natural disasters. How powerful is it? Even Mo Qingqiu, such a strong man, has to deal with it very hard, let alone him?

With only a few swords, he vomited blood again and was heavily shocked to fly out.

Under the spirit cloud, Gu Fenghua's mouth also gushed out blood.

Although Mo Qingqiu blocked most of the power for her, the remaining part was still not easy for her to bear.