Chapter 3902

Of course, from his point of view, this is also the most sensible decision. His feud with Gu Fenghua and others grew deeper and deeper, and he had been immortal for a long time. Judging from the current situation, they should not have fully refined the holy grain, otherwise their power is definitely more than that. If they wait until they are fully refined, they don't want to avenge themselves, for fear that they will die in their hands sooner or later.

Make up your mind, Duan Qingyun flies up again.

Seeing that Duan Qingyun's eyes are full of murders, Luo en'en and Weng Yuanming bear the injury, press down the surging Qi and blood, and try to raise their swords.

But this time, Gu Fenghua and yeyunji had already grasped the long sword to meet them without waiting for them.

"Fenghua..." Luo en exclaimed.

Although Duan Qingyun seems to have been hurt a lot, his strength is still far above them. Gu Fenghua is only the fourth grade of emperor's saint. Without their joint efforts, he can't perform the powerful sword of gathering spirit and condensing heart. Although yeyunji's strength is stronger, the sword is more powerful than the seventh grade of emperor's saint, but he can't be Duan Qingyun's opponent. If you rush up like this, don't you want to die!

"Lord, Lord, stop it! Stop it Weng Yuanming and others were even more startled. They cried out with a crying voice. In an instant, they were as dead as ashes.

How can the LORD be so reckless? It's over, the Lord is over, the burning heaven sect is over, and their great ambition of founding the sect is over!

Seeing Gu Fenghua and yeyunji come out, Duan Qingyun is overjoyed.

If other people join hands, it will take a little effort to get rid of these two people to win the holy tattoo. Now that they don't know what to do, it will be much easier for them to send them to the door.

Looking at Gu Fenghua's left palm, Duan Qingyun was so excited that he almost looked up and laughed wildly. With a wave of his two palms, two huge palms fell down again.

"Brush!" Just then, a long knife appeared out of thin air.

The knife is six feet long and bloody!

With the blade passing by, red fog surges like blood waves.

what is it? Duan Qingyun was surprised.

With the appearance of the bloody long sword, the extremely cold and fierce Qi machine came face to face. It was as irresistible as the flood of breaking the dike, and an unprecedented throb came to my heart.

How many years, since that disaster, how many years have not felt so palpitating?

As a strong man at the top of the nine grades of emperor and Saint, his six senses are naturally far higher than those of ordinary emperor and saint. It's easy to feel the Qi of destruction and death in the bloody long sword. For the first time in tens of thousands of years after the disaster, he felt the threat of death.

Instinctively, Duan Qingyun wants to step back, but another vast and majestic Qi has completely covered him. He had been injured a lot. At this time, under the cover of the majestic Qi, his holy Qi became extremely difficult and his movements became extremely slow.

After half a step back, the bloody sword had already been cleaved. Then, it was Gu Fenghua's most powerful sword, and the golden sword of night cloud silence.

Two congealed palms, like tofu, were cut by the two swords.

"Boom, boom, boom!" The next moment, a loud noise in Duan Qingyun's chest rings out one after another, a group of gas like fireworks burst.

Although Duan Qingyun is aware that it is not good and has run the holy Qi in time to gather the gas shield in front of him, he still can't stop the bloody edge of the magic sword, Gu Fenghua's strongest sword, and even the golden sword of yeyunji.