"Don't worry about this. If you can't stop, what should you do?" Mo Da Jun's hand stroked his long beard and said with reserve.

"Yes, yes, don't be so troublesome. Other people are powerful envoys. Don't you look down on others? If he wants to turn back, he can't be laughed to death when it's spread out. Let's do it now. Don't waste time. " Tang junhou said impatiently.

He's still waiting to see the excitement. He doesn't have time to listen to them.

"..." Mo Qingqiu was ready to be reserved for a while and immediately went down the slope. But he was choked by Tang junhou and couldn't say a word.

"Yes, that's it, my Lord. Please." Listen to Tang junhou say so, Gu Fenghua also think that it's not good to let you make the adult turn back. It will only damage his reputation, so he no longer insist and raise his sword.

Well, now, the last chance for you to get off the donkey downhill is gone.

"Your Highness, please!" Lorne said in unison.

This time, without any reservation, they all turned the Holy Spirit to the extreme, and all their thoughts were integrated into the sword. Although not yet, the momentum is obviously stronger than just now. Even Qin Haofang and others who retreated to the wall felt great pressure, breathing slightly.

Mo Qingqiu's face still maintains the indifferent smile that the top strong should have. Looking at Gu Fenghua, his eyes are full of the praise and appreciation that the elders should have, but his hands behind him are trembling slightly.

I regret it. For the first time in many years, I regret it.

If he had known how terrible it was for several people to join hands in a sword, he shouldn't have suppressed his cultivation in the second grade of the emperor. What's more, he shouldn't have pretended to be an expert or reserved when Gu Fenghua asked him to let go of the prohibition and improve his cultivation. Isn't it a shame to live and suffer?

However, what he regretted most was not this, but another thing. Your eyes turned to Tang junhou again, full of remorse: why didn't you make up your mind earlier and slap the talkative monkey to death, slap it to death, slap it to death, slap it to death, slap it to death, slap it to death, slap it to death, slap it to death, slap it to death

"A sword, break the sky!"

"Nine days, magic thunder!"

"Beidou, batian!"

"Holy Spirit, tianpo!"

Mo Dajun has no time to kill Tang junhou, because the next moment, Gu Fenghua's sword is cut out again. Previously, for fear of hurting Mo Qingqiu by mistake, they all had something to keep. This time, out of respect for your majesty, they all tried their best and had nothing to keep.

Four swords, complete convergence fusion, heaven and earth for the color change.

The top of the world! Feeling the powerful power of this sword, Mo Qingqiu's eyelids jumped a few times. In a moment, he felt like crying without tears.

Don't forget, he now suppresses cultivation, only the second grade of emperor and saint. Even if the original strength is strong, how can it resist the powerful sword at the top of the third grade of emperor saint?

If he is facing other princes and envoys, he can take a few steps back to avoid the attack. Anyway, as princes and envoys, his strength and identity are between Zhongbo and Zhongbo. Each of them has his own strong points in sword skills, let alone avoid the attack. Even if he is defeated, it is not a shame. But what he's facing now is just a girl who has just been promoted to Emperor saint, plus three younger generations who have not even reached emperor saint. What's the point of retreating?

Clenching teeth, Mo Qingqiu raises his palm and takes a hard shot.

There was another loud noise. The yard was filled with sand and dust. Mo Qingqiu's figure disappeared again.