"No!"
A myriad of Sword Qi pierced through the shield.
It was about to pierce through the center of the Joy Sect cultivator's brow.
At the critical moment.
An elder in a black robe and wearing a bamboo hat in the void waved his sleeve.
Buzz!
The Sword Qi slightly trembled and halted in mid-air.
Seeing this, Fu Changsheng felt a bit regretful for not being able to kill this Joy Sect cultivator in one blow.
The Joy Sect cultivator had walked through the Ghost Gate once and broke out in a cold sweat, repeatedly bowing to the elder in the void:
"Thank you, senior, for saving my life."
As he spoke.
He automatically walked to the team that had been disqualified.
These people were all those who almost lost their lives, saved by the elder in black robes, automatically judged to have invalid qualifications.
Fu Changsheng beckoned with his hand.
The three Thunder Shock Swords rolled back and hovered above his head.
After the recent battle.
