Chapter 411 The good show has just begun

As strong as arrogance, it has to be overturned under the heavenly disaster. The rolling cloud of disaster in the void seems to tell the world that its majesty cannot be offended!

"Black old man, how are you?"

Compared with the arrogance of fighting back against the heavenly disaster, Gu Hong is only a protection, but it is much easier, so he asked.

"Bah! You can't die. Be careful!" Arrogance is as crazy as ever, and even the words are full of meaning.

The afterglow glanced. On the void, the robbery cloud did not spend too much time. As soon as he gasped for a moment, the next thunderstorm fell in response.

With the short kung fu of half a column of incense, there seemed to be a dazzling fireworks on the void, and all kinds of thunder came, blooming with colorful brilliance.

At this moment, Kuang Ao and Gu Hong have long been unable to stop in mid-air and fall on the ground. The scorched land around them is as tragic as a deadland, which seems to prove the power of the disaster from the side.

At the time of half-pillar incense, Xia Houtian saw the two people knocked down again and again, and saw the blood flying again and again. However, every time, he saw two stubborn figures and stood up again.

At this moment, the struggle between arrogant and Gu Hong reflects their own dedication to immortality. Even if they die, there is no regret!

No matter what the previous situation is, at this moment, all the immortals are waving their flags and shouting for them. As the spirits of all things, they are defending their dignity with their own actions.

Beside the arrogant, the slowly trembling black and white flag seemed to be so broken. The flagpole was scorched and the flag was shaky. It seemed that it could float away with the wind at any time, but the sound of the wind was still not stopped. The arrogant body full of blood was still standing under the disaster and did not give up.

With one hand, he gently helped Gu Hong up. At this moment, Gu Hong has already lost the previous fairy Taoist bone. The broken Taoist robe seems to be like a flower, which may be even worse. The magic array engraved on it seems to have failed, and the only remaining effect seems to be to keep out the cold.

"Old Ice, do you regret it?"

With a little free time, the gap between the brewing of the disaster, I couldn't help asking arrogantly.

"What do you regret?" Gu Hong still said calmly, and there was no expression on his face.

"Ha ha, cough!"

He smiled arrogantly, but unexpectedly caused the injury. After a dry cough, he swallowed blood, as if to squeeze out the last trace of blood and soak his whole body.

"Black old man, can you still hold on?" There was a little worry on Gu Hong's face. Seeing his old friend's situation, he understood that time was running out.

"Ha ha, cough, old man Bing, I'm tired!"

At this time, the arrogance, body and mind are exhausted, as if the strength of the whole body is slowly disappearing, and the eyelids are heavy and slowly tend to close.

"Black old man, black old man!" Gu Hong shouted loudly, as if he wanted to wake him up.

Half a sound, arrogant seemed that his eyelids trembled slightly and slowly opened. Seeing Gu Hong's nervous expression, he couldn't help smiling and said, "Old Ice, I didn't expect you to have an ordinary side. I thought you wouldn't have these emotions?"

In the past, I'm afraid that Gu Hong had already tilted the ice flow and turned the other party into an ice sculpture, but at this moment, he felt warm and strong friendship filled the world.

"Black old man, do you see? The disaster is trembling. It's afraid. We're going to succeed!"

In the void, the seven-color thunderstorms fell one after another, without exception, one is stronger than the other, and the other is brighter than the other. Even if Gu Hong and Kuang Ao work together, it is just irresistible.

At this time, everyone can see that arrogance and loneliness have been exhausted. If it hadn't been supported by a belief in their hearts, they would have gone with the wind.

Xia Houtian witnessed that the two immortals' resistance to the heavenly Tao, one by one, was the best magic weapons in his eyes, and the broken ground was everywhere. Under the disaster, the sharp weapon on which the immortals relied to be heroic seemed to have lost its due color.

Even so, there is still the last thunderstorm, brewing in it. Even Xia Houtian, who is deep and periphery, faintly feels a horror that deterred the sky.

Suddenly, arrogant and Gu Hong slowly stood up, like beggar-like clothes, broken layer by layer. For immortals who pay attention to appearance, it is tantamount to an insult.

However, no one laughed at everyone, but all the people present. Some are just admiration for them, that is, Lu Xian, who will not be much better than them in the face of the seven-color disaster.

Two figures that seem to be blown by a breeze will fall at any time, standing under the disaster of heaven and looking directly at the disaster.

"God the thief! Come on! Hahahaha!"

The arrogant words seemed to anger the heavenly way, and the last bit of patience was exhausted. The dim sky was like the day in an instant, and the strong light even Xia Houtian had to pay gold coins and eyes.

Boom Boom Boom!

A loud noise resounded in his ear. Xia Houtian could even feel that a strong afterglow was constantly swept in, and the strong impact rolled up the dust, as if the whole earth had been renovated again, flat but black as ink!

After a while, the strong light slowly weakened. Xia Houtian and others gradually opened their eyes. The first thing they saw were two familiar figures!

"Did the master succeed?" As soon as Xia Houtian's idea sounded, he could no longer resist the excitement in his heart and couldn't help shouting, "Master, Master!"

The gorgeous frame has long been damaged under the remnants of the heavenly disaster, and the nine heavenly horses have no breath. Lu Xian, who sat on it, looked at the arrogant figure still standing, and his eyes flashed with excitement.

"Arrogant, did you succeed?"

Just when everyone thought that the two succeeded, under the eyes of the public, they slowly turned into a burst of ashes and dissipated in the sky.

"No!!" Xia Houtian didn't want to believe his eyes, and he looked so sad in his cry!

After the statue of the golden bottle, a heart lamp of life slowly went out. The Qingyun School and others understood that Gu Hong had been in the disaster of heaven. After guarding the Qingyun School for many years, he finally got rid of it!

All the elders of the Qingyun School sang the oath of Qingyun in a low voice to see off Gu Hong!

The black clouds slowly faded away. Under a ray of night light, the starry sky sprinkled bursts of starlight. Under the night, the originally fairyland-like Qingyun Mountain left only bursts of scorched black land and red.

The disaster has dissipated, but what is left is the nostalgia of countless people.

"Lord, is it!"

Next to Lu Xian, a middle-aged man wearing a red robe and a scar extending from the corners of his eyes to his chin with five fingers were knife-fed, gently moving down, hinting.

"Go ahead. Now there is no one to stop you from the Qingyun School. I'm a little tired!" Lu Xian said tiredly.

"Yes, Lord!"

The death of Gu Hong did not make everyone lose their vigilance. Seeing the other party withdraw the protection and slowly coming, Qing Yunzi knew that the danger of the Qingyun faction was still there.

"Esbyterians, withdraw from the enemy with me!" Qing Yunzi shouted angrily and took the lead and rushed forward.

Then, all the elders followed closely. When it was Zhang Ming's turn, he gently patted and fell to the ground. Xia Houtian, who cried bitterly, said, "Brother, I'm sorry for the change. Gu Hong's ancestor died in the right place. Don't be sad!"

Xia Houtian didn't seem to hear it, and he still looked like a memory, as if recalling those bits and pieces about the master.

Seeing this, Zhang Ming didn't say much. Seeing the protection of Lifang and others around him, he no longer worried about anything. He sacrificed the magic weapon and rushed out.

The battle is still going on. Qing Yunzi and others are making the final resistance. Maybe the disaster has just passed, and Yu Wei is still there. As strong as the superior in the Yuanying period, it seems that they can't immediately adapt to the land of thin aura. They can only rely on magic weapons to advance steadily.

To be honest, Xia Houtian and Gu Hong don't have much time to get along with each other. At the thought of worshipping a teacher at the beginning, Xia Houtian felt a little funny.

In the limited memory, Gu Hong's trust, Gu Hong's calmness, and the care as a master made Xia Houtian feel infinite warmth.

When Xia Houtian returned to the Qingyun faction and put forward the adventurous proposal, it was Gu Hong who supported him. When the situation suddenly changed, it was Gu Hong who reminded him to change his plan. In times of crisis, Gu Hong stood firmly behind him.

This is Gu Hong, his master, unreserved trust in him.

"Apprentice, the Qingyun School will be handed over to you. Although I don't know what happened to you and what you have experienced in the past nine years, I know that you are still a member of the Qingyun School, and it will be handed over to you!"

Xia Houtian's mind echoed Gu Hong's words at the moment before his death again, and he felt a heavy responsibility!

"Teaching real people!"

"Brother Qingyun!"

Suddenly, there were bursts of calls not far away. It seemed that something was wrong with the head. Xia Houtian looked up and saw Qing Yunzi fall into a pool of blood, and a shocking knife mark scratched his upper body!

"Damn!"

Xia Houtian cursed angrily, and the angry flame burned up in an instant, and his body appeared beside Qing Yunzi.

"How are you, teach the real person?"

Qingyunzi slowly opened his eyes. Seeing Xia Houtian and the concerned eyes around him, he smiled and said, "Ha ha, the Qingyun faction depends on you!"

Gradually, Qing Yunzi's eyes became blurred. Her soft eyes looked straight at the sky. She raised her left hand gently, as if she wanted to grab something, and muttered, "Uncle Gu Hong, wait for me!"

Immediately after that, everything went away, and there was no sound at all. The former head of the Qingyun School did everything for the honor of the sect!

"Ah! Who is it, who did it!" Xia Houtian's silent eyes glanced around, as if he wanted to know the answer.

"Qingyun sent someone to listen. The leader is dead. Hand over the treasure quickly, or don't blame me for being rude!" The middle-aged man who despised Lu Xian before shouted so.

"Is it you who killed my leader?" Xia Houtian asked.

"How do you dare to be so rampant in the early days of Yuanying?" Since joining the Xianmeng, how did the middle-aged man accept such questions? In anger, he seemed to be very tough.

"Well, die!"

The blue cloud breeze sword roared out, circled around Xia Houtian for a round, and then turned into a streamer light and shot straight out.

Then, Xia Houtian's body moved and appeared behind the other party. His hands were quickly exerted out, and a glow fell down, which looked very soft and could not be seen at all.

As soon as Xia Houtian took action, it was the Danxia secret that had been refined for many years. Under the gorgeous appearance of Danxia, what was hidden was the disillusionment after the glory.

You should know that the morning glow is short. In the years of the desert island, under the daily perception, Xia Houtian gradually understands the way of silence. The secret art of Danxia's secret - the destruction of Xiaguang, tends to be great!

Seeing this, the middle-aged "haha" smile seemed to be extremely disdainful of Xia Houtian's methods. With his hands pinched, a round halo emanated, and a flying sword met the blue cloud and Qingfeng sword, and then looked on the wall, and there was no longer any movement!

The death of Qing Yunzi angered everyone. Many elders did not hesitate to blow themselves up in order to die with the other party. In an instant, the roar was endless and fell into the ears of Xia Houtian, but it was like cutting a knife.

Ah!

The broken glow instantly turned the middle-aged man's body into ashes, as if it were the afterglow of the morning glow, dazzling and eye-catching.

"What?" Lu Xian was shocked.

There were bursts of surprises one after another, but Xia Houtian did not hesitate. He seized the opportunity to ingest the middle-aged man's hurriedly escape from Yuanying's hand and pinched it in the other party's panic.

"The good show has just begun!"

Huang De and others, who fought with a Yuanying early immortal cultivation man not far away, were not surprised at all. Even they did not know much about Xia Houtian's strength.