"Yes, my Lord." All the people bowed to answer, and their eyes were sad.

They also know that as soon as these people leave, they are afraid that it will be very difficult for them not to stick to the moment when the border of the moat is opened.

"These protective magic weapons are for you. If you can hold on for a moment, hold on for a moment. Don't give up." Gu Fenghua looked at the heart sour, take out carefully refining body protection magic weapon to them.

"Thank you, my Lord!" More than a dozen people headed by the old man knelt down again and said gratefully.

Tears, in Gu Fenghua's eyes. Of course, she knows how strong the magic weapon she made by herself, but she has experienced the power of purple spirit beast more than once. Even with these protective magic weapons, they can only hold on for a little longer, and their hope of survival is still very slim.

But there were priorities, and she couldn't care so much. Forced to endure tears, Gu Fenghua also flew in the direction of the city Lord's mansion.

All the way flying, I saw the people below in groups trying to escape in the direction of the city gate, and a purple soul beast came from all directions. Scream one after another, a series of figures fell down, a dazzling red.

Although everyone knows that the most important thing to save these people is to open the border and give them the chance to run for their lives, who can see their own kind dying so miserably.

Mo Qingqiu, Gu Fenghua and others finally flew down, killing the purple soul beast and rushing towards the direction of the city Lord's mansion. Fortunately, the scale of Yunyuan city is small. The gate of Yunyuan city is not far from the Lord's mansion. It won't take much time to kill them. Otherwise, they will have no time to take care of these people. They will have to watch them die in front of their eyes.

In front of us, groups of purple soul beasts swarmed in from all directions. The lowest strength was five or six levels, generally reached seven or eight levels, and the strongest even reached nine levels. This kind of level of monster has been enough to compete with the heavenly saints. It has been eroded by the purgatory dust, and its strength is even stronger than ordinary heavenly saints.

Fortunately, there is mo Qingqiu, a strong man at the top of the emperor. Otherwise, Gu Fenghua and ye Yunji would not be able to cope.

However, even Mo Qingqiu, it's not easy to kill these purple spirits. Their physical defense is too strong. As the swords fell one after another, a purple soul beast turned into nothingness. The antique sword in his hand also showed cracks.

"Ha!" When he killed dozens of purple soul beasts on the opposite side again, the ancient sword, which can be called an artifact, was broken from it.

In the past, Duan Qingyun and his eldest grandson luocang started. Gu Fenghua was still a little strange. Why do they like to use their palms instead of their swords most of the time, even Tianji Shengjun? It's for X.

Seeing this scene, she finally realized that it was not because they liked to install x, but because their strength was too high. Even the long swords with artifact quality could hardly bear their powerful Holy Spirit. Every time they used them, they would inevitably leave cracks. It's too difficult to make such a sword. Every sword is a treasure handed down from generation to generation, so even the emperor is reluctant to waste it easily.

Looking at the sword that has been with him for tens of thousands of years, Mo Qingqiu's eyes show a touch of bitterness and sadness. But soon, he perked up, put the half cut sword into the storage bracelet, and continued to rush forward with the half cut sword.