In stark contrast to the anxiety of Gaia and the others, Yueyao, who was on the cusp of the storm, was calm and did not look the least bit frightened by the approaching danger.
Under the moonlit night, this intoxicating woman stood there peacefully.
Her long skirt was flowing and her green silk was like snow.
The corners of her seductive lips even brought up an inexplicable curvature at this moment.
This smile of Yue Yao's fell in the eyes of the Fist King, only like a mockery.
"Stinky girl, how can you still laugh when you're on the verge of death?"
"In a moment, this Fist Emperor won't even give you the chance to cry!"
Yue Yao's reaction, however, enraged the Fist Emperor even more.
In a flash, Mo Gucheng's men's attack was once again intense, and the killing intent was rampant in all directions.
"Bastard, stop it!"
....
"Old dog Mo, how dare you?"
....
Seeing that the Fist King's attack was about to fall, the angry roars of Gaia and the others came from behind them once again.
However, it was useless.
The moment the Fist Emperor and the others decided to make their move, it already meant that today's battle would be a fight to the death.
"If I don't kill you, how can I raise the prestige of my martial art?"
"If I don't destroy you, how can my Martial God Hall lose face?"
The cold wind was bitterly cold, and the strong Qi swept through the air.
Mo Gucheng's eyes were gloomy, and his face was devoid of joy and sorrow, only a killing intent swept over it.
"It's over, little girl."
A cold voice, as if it was the judgment of the god of death, resounded through this void.
However, just when the Fist Emperor thought that the woman in front of him would not be able to escape.
Who would have thought that Yue Yao, in a moment of life and death, was turning to her and smiling brightly.
"I'm sorry, Fist King."
"I'm afraid I'll have to let you down this time."
"Hm?" These words of Yue Yao caused the entire person of the Fist King to instantly freeze.
However, before Mo Kucheng could have time to wonder, a cold wind suddenly swept through the void in front of him.
Immediately afterwards, a majestic energy gathered out from a thousand metres away.
In a flash, the wind and sand and rocks moved.
The water vapour in the air even condensed into ice in an instant.
Countless ice blades, just like swords, covered the sky.
Then, as if they were being manipulated, these ice blades pierced through the void and cut through heaven and earth, and where the blades were directed was where the Fist Emperor was.
Mo Qucheng was immediately shocked.
The moment he felt the power of this blade, a feeling of trembling came over him.
The strength of the other party was very strong!
At least, he was not weaker than himself.
Under such circumstances, Mo Guocheng naturally did not dare to be reckless and could not care less about killing Yue Yao.
The fist that was originally charging forward immediately turned and clashed with the overwhelming ice daggers.
Wow~
It was as if millions of glazed stones shattered in the air.
In a flash, a rain of ice fell on the earth and sky.
A terrifying might also swept out in all directions from where the two clashed.
After only a brief stalemate, the Fist King's body trembled and a mouthful of crimson spat out of his mouth.
With a muffled grunt, Mo Qucheng flew backwards like a kite with a broken string.
"Fist Emperor!"
Tang Hao and Sword Saint were both horrified at the sight of this.
"Damn it~"
"Who is it again?"
"You bastards, could it be that you still have helpers who haven't come?"
Tang Hao cursed with a black face.
He thought to himself, "What the hell is the end of this?
Now that the three great sealed powerhouses had come, could it be that they weren't done yet?
"Damn it."
"That Tang Yun, just how many Seals did he secretly send in?"
Tang Hao's face was gloomy, and his tone was heavy.
As for the Sword Saint, although he didn't speak, his expression was also gloomy.
He looked into the distance, but in his heart he was praying, hoping that the ones coming in this time weren't Sealed Sovereigns.
Otherwise, this time, they, the Martial God Hall, were afraid that they would be wiped out in a single pot at their doorstep.
They had to know that now, with three against three, plus Yue Yao's assistance, the Martial God Hall had already fallen into a disadvantage.
If another sealed powerhouse appeared on the other side, there was no doubt that the three of them, the Sword Saint, would be instantly routed and would have no chance of winning again.
"Tang Hao, improvise in a moment."
"If things don't go right, you can always retreat."
"There's no need to fight to the death."
The Sword Saint spoke in a low voice.
The situation was already getting worse and worse, and the Sword Saint had already had to start thinking about a back way.
"Hm." Tang Hao nodded his head.
Just between their conversation, another gust of cold wind swept in from the depths of the dark night.
The bone-chilling coldness was so strong that even Tang Hao and the others could not help but feel a gust of coolness.
Along with the cold wind, a blurred figure appeared.
In the night wind, that person was dressed in long, flowing robes, and his flowing hair reflected an ice-blue glow under the moonlight.
"Hmm?"
"This is?"
The moment they saw that long ice-blue hair, both Tang Hao and Sword Saint, their brows furrowed in unison.
It wasn't until, that person was closer in that the two Sword Saints could see his face clearly.
A loud laugh followed.
"Hahahaha~"
"Old Su, it's actually you!"
"Damn it~"
"Scared the hell out of me."
"I thought it was the helpers that this group of dog coins had hired."
"So, it's you~"
Tang Hao laughed loudly before rushing over and wrapping an arm around that man's shoulder.
The cheerful look was as if an old friend had met.
After seeing this person, the Sword Saint's hanging heart was also instantly relieved.
"Mu Qiu, it's been a long time since I've seen you."
"Where have you been all these years?"
"Didn't know to visit Yan Mountain either."
"I, along with the War God and the others, have missed you brothers."
The Sword Saint spoke affectionately.
Yes, the blue-haired man in front of him was no other than one of the six pillar nations of the Yanxia Martial Dao, the long-lost Ice Emperor, Su Muqiu!
"Su Muqiu, you son of a bitch oh~"
"Can't you see the person before you strike?"
"My old bones are dying from you!"
While the Sword Saints were catching up with each other, the Fist King, who had just been beaten and spat out blood, was surprised and happy, angry and furious.
The surprise was that long-lost friends were once again reunited.
He was furious that his own family had been beaten by his own family.
In the midst of his curses, the Fist King got up and rushed over to Su Muqiu and punched him hard in the back.
"Alright, let's talk about old times later."
"First thing's first, let's get rid of these intruders."
"The four of us together, even if we can't kill them today, we'll make them kneel down and call out to their fathers!"
"Damn it, a bunch of rabble, and they call themselves Dragon Gods?"
"Today, we, the Four Pillars of Yanxia, will beat your so-called Dragon Gods to death!"
Mo Gucheng looked at Gaia and the others and laughed wantonly.
"Don't worry about it, after we settle you guys, we will also go after you and abolish your bullshit Dragon Lord!"
Boom~
As soon as these words of Cool-Son Mo fell, only a boom was heard.
The blue-haired man slapped the Fist King right in the face.
Mo Gucheng let out a miserable scream and his entire body was sent flying again, blood was instantly drawn from his face.
"Old Su, are you crazy?"
"What are you doing?"
.....
"What are you punching the Fighter for?"
....
"The ones you should be dealing with, are they?"
Tang Hao and Sword Saint were instantly shocked and roared at Su Muqiu.
Su Muqiu didn't say anything, he just turned to look at Yue Yao beside him, "Doctor Yue Yao, where is the other person of the Dragon Lord?"
Yue Yao pointed in the direction where Ye Fan had left and smiled guffawingly, "Just left."
"If you shout a few times now, I guess he can still hear you."
Su Muqiu nodded, and then, amidst the dumbfounded and trembling gazes of the Sword Saint and the others, she knelt down with a bang in the direction Ye Fan had left.
The next moment, the sound of that reverential worship was like a flood of thunder from the nine heavens, resounding through the universe.
"God of the Ice River and Water, Ice Emperor Su Muqiu, worship the Dragon Lord!"
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".... Greetings, Dragon Master~"
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Between the clouds and the sea, the cold wind was bitterly cold.
Under the heavenly river, the sound of respect echoed.
Looking at the Ice Emperor kneeling on the ground, the Sword Saint was dumbfounded, Tang Hao was dumbfounded, and the Fist Emperor Mo Gucheng was also dumbfounded.
The three great seals of the Martial God Hall were only like five thunderstorms at this point, their brains blanking out.