Black Mountain's four major demons swung their arms simultaneously.
Even amidst this night.
The fluctuations in the air could still be seen through the moonlight.
Boom.
Four currents of Gang Qi came striking.
Fang Yu raised the Dragon Roar Sword in his hand and said in a deep voice, "Sword Flying Gang Octave!"
Buzz.
Buzz, buzz.
The blade vibrated intensely, and under high-frequency vibrations, countless shadows appeared.
At the same time, when the Sword Flying Gang was deployed, the Gang Qi currents suddenly multiplied from one to eight.
"Octave?"
"Yes, it's the Octave!"
"Get out of the way!"
Even though they were masters of the Supreme Heavenly Position, being suddenly hit by the Octave, an Ancient Battle Technique, they found it hard to resist.
Let alone them, even Lu Qinghong had suffered this setback before.
It can only be said…Fang Yu's combat experience was simply too rich.
Seeing this scene,
Lu Qinghong was astounded—
