Ming Qu stopped, recalled the Judge's Brush he had flung out, and raised it before him. The expression on his face changed, and the aura around him suddenly surged.
Seeing Ming Qu like this, Jiang Liu slightly furrowed his brow. He still preferred facing Saint Realm warriors who fled at the sight of him with all their hearts.
After all, only people like that could be dealt with quickly.
What he hated most were people like Ming Qu, who preferred to fight to the death.
Moreover, this man's spiritual cultivation was not weak, so he did not dare to unleash Saintly Sky Strike lightly.
Most importantly, his previous battles had always been fought alongside the Fire-Winged Monkey, and they had grown accustomed to working together.
Han Yue swept out her right hand, and a seven-colored ribbon appeared, winding toward Ming Qu.
Han Shuang's long sword cleaved down through the air. A streak of icy light appeared, drawing in the surrounding snowflakes and forming an overwhelming force that pressed down on Ming Qu.
Han Yi gently waved the Ice Soul Fan in her hand toward Ming Qu. The bone-chilling wind around them wound around him, transforming into countless fine needles that stabbed toward him.
Seeing the three women join forces and attack Ming Qu as soon as they arrived, Jiang Liu immediately moved as well. He swung the great saber in his hand repeatedly, cleaving downward from the sky.
Ming Qu whipped the Judge's Brush in his hands to either side, wanting to block Han Yue and Han Shuang's attacks at the same time.
At the same time, he accelerated the circulation of his vital energy, forming a protective layer outside the energy shielding his body, hoping to use it to block Han Yi's attack.
He flashed his body repeatedly, wanting