Chapter 5097

A disciple of Xuangang sect vomited blood and fell to the ground. Although Lu Changsheng and others insisted on not falling, their bodies were shaky. The tiger's mouth with the hilt of the sword was cracked and blood was dripping. It seemed that they were hurt a lot, and they were obviously unable to fight any more.

Even Zhong Lingxiu stumbled back a few steps, her long hair spread over her shoulders, and she looked very embarrassed. Looking up at the ferocious dragon in the air, Zhong Lingxiu's face was pale, and he felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart.

She had a feeling that this cloud swallowing dragon Python was not really successful in dragon transformation, or only half successful. Its strength was not comparable to that of the legendary ancient dragon, and it was even worse than that of her master. But even so, her strength was not equal to that of an emperor.

For the first time in her life, Zhong Lingxiu really felt the threat of death. Although she has today's accomplishments and has experienced a lot of life and death experience, in fact, every time she knows very well that no matter the master or several elder martial brothers and sisters, she will never watch her die. Someone will help her at the critical moment.

So she was never afraid of death. But at this moment, she suddenly realized that she was not really afraid of death, just had no fear. It was also at this moment that without the care of her master and elder martial brothers and sisters, when the threat of death really approached, she knew that she would be afraid and desperate as well.

Her hand, holding an ancient talisman.

Crack the empty symbol! In ancient times, it was made by a powerful man who was superior to his master. As long as you crush this talisman, you can tear the space and send her to the master.

That is to say, as long as the finger is a little hard, she can escape this dangerous situation, and even take her brother to leave together. But she could not make up her mind when she held the cold jade amulet in her fingers. But she had already reached this point, and was only one step away from death. What she was not willing to do was that she could not understand.

"One sword, cut the flood!"

"Nine days, magic thunder!"

"Beidou, batian!"

"Holy Spirit, tianpo!" At this time, Gu Fenghua and Luo en's clear drinking voice sounded again.

Zhong Lingxiu subconsciously turned his head, and saw Gu Fenghua's hands dance with his sword. Four Swords cut out again, and then condensed into one to meet the thunder and lightning in the sky.

Just now, there were seven thunderbolts in succession. In fact, most of the thunderbolts were blocked by Gu Fenghua. In addition to the first one, they almost blocked eight thunderbolts.

Although their combined power reached the peak of the ninth grade, their self cultivation was only the seventh grade, or even the sixth grade, which could not be compared with the real ninth grade. In such a short period of time, eight times in a row, their holy spirit was greatly lost, their faces were as white as paper, and the big beads of sweat rolled down their foreheads. If you look carefully, you will find that their fingers holding the sword also exuded thin blood.

However, their expression is still so calm, do not see the slightest fear, the slightest hesitation.

In the face of such a powerful monster, in such a desperate situation, how can they still be so scared? Are they born with no idea what fear is? Zhong Lingxiu looked at the familiar faces in disbelief.