Chapter 2812

At first glance, he seems to be only in his early 40s, but at another glance, there is a sense of boundlessness in his brow. Obviously, his age is not as young as it seems. His face was cold and severe. Although he didn't deliberately use Holy Spirit, his body naturally showed a sense of dignity. Clearly standing in front of us, it gives us a feeling of stepping on the cloud and surpassing all living beings.

Under the invisible majesty, the passers-by were awed and unconsciously crowded together, passing through the other side of the street, leaving a large area of open space.

Duan Qingyun! Gu Fenghua had a long-known name in his mind. They once felt the same momentum as Zhang Yi in their eldest grandson Luo Cang. Apart from Duan Qingyun, who was one of the 18 princes and envoys, they couldn't think of any other possibility.

"Master, it's her. She's Gu Fenghua!" Duan Yiyi points at Gu Fenghua and shouts. His address to the middle-aged man also proves the conjecture of Gu Fenghua and others.

"There's no place to go when you break the iron shoes. It's no trouble to get them. How dare you kill Duan Qingyun's disciple! I want to die Duan Qingyun snorted coldly and directly patted Gu Fenghua.

Overbearing, this is really overbearing. If you want to change someone else, no matter how much resentment you have, you need to ask the other party's identity, inquire about the other party's origin, or give the other party another chance to explain, and then it's not too late to start. But Duan Qingyun didn't even have a word of superfluous nonsense. As soon as Duan Yiyi reported Gu Fenghua's name, he immediately hurt the killer.

In fact, he has vaguely recognized Gu Fenghua's appearance. Even if Duan doesn't speak, he will do the same. Anyway, he is the envoy of the monarch. Even if he killed the wrong person, who is qualified to punish him except the three saints? How can the three saints embarrass him for such a small matter and for the sake of just a few young people like ants.

As one of the 18 princes of Wuji holy heaven, he is more powerful than Qin Qiuyuan and Ma qianxiao.

This palm looks so plain. On Duan Qingyun's body, there is no sign of holy Qi running. However, as soon as the words are heard, a huge dark blue palm appears out of thin air, completely covering Gu Fenghua.

Fortunately, since they came to the East pole City, Gu Fenghua's understanding of the supremacy of the older generation is more and more deep. As soon as they guess Duan Qingyun's identity, they immediately try their best to run the Holy Spirit and get ready to fight.

"A sword, break the sky!"

"Beidou, batian!"

"Holy Spirit, tianpo!"

"Nine days, magic thunder!"

In the cheering of Qing Dynasty, the four swords were cut out at the same time, and then the rivers merged into a sea, turned into a sword and cut on the giant palm of that day.

"Boom!" The palm shadow breaks through the turbulence, and Gu Fenghua seems to be hit by a huge stone, and at the same time, he is blasted out.

Then, there was another dull sound. Several people fell to the ground heavily, then stood up and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Eh!" Seeing this, Duan Qingyun gave a low exclamation.

Although Duan Yiyi was once defeated by Gu Fenghua, and Mangshan ancestor also died by her sword, Duan Yiyi was only a saint of heaven. After Mangshan ancestor was seriously injured, his strength was greatly reduced. Therefore, in his opinion, even if Gu Fenghua's strength was strong enough, he didn't pay attention to them at all, and of course he didn't do his best. He didn't know that Mangshan ancestor had a chance after he was seriously injured. His strength was not as vulnerable as he thought.