Chapter 407 Uncle Master, fly with confidence, we will always be with you!

Hou Cang turned his head and focused on dealing with Qianyu.

Although he didn't know why this man's methods were so evil, it did not prevent him from arousing his strong desire to fight.

The sword energy was crisscrossing, weaving a dense net around the young man in white, as if the light from the sky penetrated an iceberg, refracting a sharp force that blocked all invisible attacks.

But the strange feeling lingering in my heart is still lingering.

It is the inferiority complex of an ant that arises when looking up to a powerful god, and the despair that arises when one is unable to produce the slightest ability to resist when faced with a devastating disaster.

The invisible force of destruction seemed to destroy the willpower of any fighter who wanted to resist and fight.

Those who resist will die.

Then he raised his eyes, took a deep breath, and raised the sword again.

No one in this world can make him bow his head, no matter how powerful the person is.

Moreover, the strongest person in Dongming Realm, number one in the world, has only one god.

No one can make him bow down except her.

He endured the heaviness and weakness in his hands and raised the sword with great difficulty. Suddenly, a somewhat funny voice came from behind him.

Although Hou Cang had never heard of this damn operation in his life, he still managed to distinguish it.

Xiqin's voice was almost human language, "Master, fly with confidence. We will always be with you!"

Hou Cang's face twisted for a moment, but the suppressed sense of frustration that was almost devastating in his heart was temporarily dispelled.

He raised his eyes, his gaze firm, "Who dares to call yourself a venerable? You are not worthy!"

The evil demon is the evil demon, where does the Demon Lord come from?

With sword energy surging, he raised his hands to form seals, and a divine seal between his brows emitted a cold divine light, "Under my sword, all beings are equal."

The tune of the Xiqin suddenly became serious and passionate, like thousands of troops, red flags waving, dark clouds pressing down on the city, and a general standing on his horse with his sword drawn, able to defeat thousands of troops.

The ruthless sword swept forward, and the nearby glass beads turned into powder in an instant.

The man in black seemed only a little surprised, but he attacked again soon. This time, a big hand slowly stretched out from the vortex, directly trying to crush the person on the ground into the ground.

Hou Cang immediately raised his hands and made a hand gesture to condense a spiritual power shield, then he withstood the heavy pressure and raised his sword.

However, those beads that had not yet been broken by Hou Cang went straight to the three people behind.

Yuan Ye paused as he was playing the Xiqin, and the puppet guarding the front was cut in half at the waist in an instant. Even the delicate mechanism inside the wooden shell was neatly cut apart without any hindrance.

Yan Qing raised his knife and moved forward. The moment the heavy blade touched the invisible barrier, it was like touching the most resilient thing in the world. Before he could even withdraw his strength, the invisible thread had already cut through his clothes and penetrated into his flesh. Blood spurted out in an instant.

"Yan Qing!!!" Ni Jinxuan looked at the blood line and quickly whipped the man back. She turned around in the air and used the force of the rotation to try to use the whip to break the invisible but extremely terrifying force lines around her.

"Be careful! Don't move!" Yan Qing threw out two magic weapons, Yuan Ye gritted his teeth and played the Xiqin, changing the tune. The two of them cooperated again and clearly distinguished the surrounding power lines and the obstacles to the rebound of the sound attack.

In just that instant, the three usually optimistic people suddenly felt the fatal despair.

Strong, high above them, far above them, with nowhere to hide, and without the ability to even fight back.

The kind of people who can have their entire homes and lives destroyed by a casual kick from passers-by are as lowly as ants.

"Fuck." Yan Qing cursed for the first time, looked down at the deep wound, gritted his teeth, and changed the knife to another hand, "This clothes is the highest level of defensive vestments."

Yuan Ye's hands were shaking as he played the violin. "You run first. You have the Fei Lian Horn, so you can run fast and you can still run."

Yan Qing held the knife tightly, his blue shirt half stained with blood, "But what can you do? Are you still going to play the violin here? Where's Jinxuan?"

"You take Jinxuan away, I'll stay." Yuan Ye looked at the ball that kept colliding and approaching, "If I'm not here, I'm afraid Fourth Uncle won't be able to hold on."

Even with his master present, such powerful sound attack and suggestive ability could not be completely eliminated. Once the music stopped and Hou Cang gave up the fight, Yan Qing and Jin Xuan would not be able to escape and could only wait to die.

"Let's go!!!" Yuan Ye yelled, "Don't waste your time! Forget about your broken loyalty! Take Jin Xuan away!!"

Ni Jinxuan's eyes were red. "Let's go first. I just tried, but I can't send any message. Let's go back and call the head master as quickly as possible. You hold on first! I will definitely come back."

She hurriedly took out all the defensive spells and activated them in an instant. She also threw all the defensive instruments and life-saving elixirs she had picked up to Yuan Ye, and hooked Yan Qing with a whip, "Let's go!"

Under that huge palm, Hou Cang's figure was almost invisible, as if the sky had fallen down and pressed down on the ground.

Then Cang was the tallest one and the one who carried it in the end.

Yan Qing ran as fast as he could, wanting to take Jin Xuan away, but suddenly a strange barrier that looked like a giant's foot appeared in front of them. They stepped on it heavily, and the ice surface cracked, debris flew everywhere. Yan Qing and Jin Xuan, who were almost off the ground, were instantly buried in the snow.

Yuan Ye's hands holding the Xiqin were bulging with veins. He lowered his head, closed his eyes, and rubbed the strings vigorously.

Even if they are at the end of their rope, even if they can't stand it all alone, they can only persevere and must hold on.

Despair filled the hearts of the four people. Suddenly, they heard the incessant roars of wolves and elephants. Then the two people who were buried in the snow were pushed out by an iceberg that suddenly rose from the ground.

"I said," an all too familiar female voice sounded in the dim world. The voice was not loud, even a little too cold and low, but it was exceptionally clear.

"Did you ask for my opinion before you touched my people on my territory?"

At that moment, Yuan Ye suddenly raised his head, opened his eyes, and looked at the sky full of snow in the distance.

The group of monsters that had disappeared in the far north came together, with three figures hanging in the front.

And that voice came from the sky-blue figure in the middle after the rain.

"Junior Master!" Yuan Ye suddenly stood up in a beam of precious light.

At the center of the vortex, a ray of sword light suddenly broke through the huge hand formed by the demonic energy, and a slightly violent voice was heard.

"Lin Du, what are you doing here? Can't you tell your own weight? Go back! Tell your ice sculpture master who is always frozen on the ice to come and crush this damn demon lord to death! Otherwise, everyone will die."

Hou Cang had heard many foul language when he was young, but he never spoke them again after he entered the Supreme Sect. He always appeared in front of others with an inhuman, superior and cold look. But at this moment, it was as if his skin was torn apart, and the resentment that had been pent up for many years suddenly emerged.

Lin Du was not in a hurry and looked at the man in black, "Hey, you still have something left for yourself."

She spoke in a slow tone, and in the blink of an eye, heavy snow began to fall, as if this shrine was declaring the identity of the intruder, "Fallen Angel."

Then he turned around in surprise and looked at the black figure.

The few people who had been able to keep up with Lin Du's thoughts were also stunned. Yuan Ye's hand on the violin trembled, "Huh?"

"Not Qianyu?" Jinxuan widened her eyes in surprise.

"It's not Qianyu! I was wondering why this glass bead was so weird today! The moves aren't right either!" Yan Qing suddenly realized.

Hou Cang had been raising a child for three years, and at this moment, his mentality completely collapsed. "Fallen Angel, Fallen Angel, you still come here even though you know it's a Fallen Angel! Can you beat him?! I can't even beat him!!"

"Who said I can't beat him?" Lin Du flew up suddenly and landed in front of Hou Cang, his gray eyes seemed to be frozen, "Who is the god here?"

"It's me." She raised her hand and snapped her fingers. In an instant, the ice under the feet of the man in black crumbled.

The originally solid ice was now broken into pieces, with each step breaking into pieces of ice. The fallen angel, who had been feeling oppressive before, suddenly looked lonely and pitiful.