Ask yourself, even if they do it themselves, it will be difficult for them to easily defeat Gu Fenghua. However, this time, the combat power shown by Gu Fenghua is obviously much weaker than before. What is the reason?
Among everyone, Luo Enen was silent, with a thoughtful smile in his eyes.
"A sword, weeping ghosts and gods!" Without letting everyone think about it, Gu Fenghua stabilized his body and slashed at Hua Qianyuan with another sword. However, the power of this sword was still no different from the previous sword.
"So you are just this little strength. I'll let you three more moves to convince you." Hua Qianyuan was already arrogant. He saw Hua Mingyu and the miserable situation of the disciples of Shuiyun Sect before, how could he be so high?
After seeing Gu Fenghua for a while, when she tried her best, she saw that her "real" strength was just like this, so she would not take her seriously. She said contemptuously and slapped her again.
"Boom!" With the loud noise, Gu Fenghua was shaken away again, his face turned pale, and he was obviously seriously injured.
In mid-air, Gu Fenghua gritted his teeth, forced himself to stabilize his body, and attacked again, but when he was injured, the power of the sword became a little weaker.
"The light of rice grains dares to compete with the sun and the moon!" Hua Qianyuan's expression was even more contemptuous, and the palm power he patted was even weaker.
He didn't want to kill Gu Fenghua so quickly. He had to destroy her cultivation and let her suffer all the hardships. He could not survive or die, so that he could avenge his precious son and eliminate his anger.
The sword light and palm power collided in the air, with almost no suspense. Gu Fenghua was shocked again and flew backwards, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and then fell heavily to the ground.
"I dare to hurt my disciple Shui Yunrong with this little strength. I don't know how the word "death" was written." Seeing this, Hua Qianyuan looked down on Gu Fenghua a little more and said disdainfully.
It turns out that Hua Mingyu is not only arrogant and domineering, but also learned the catchphrase that he often talks about.
Gu Fenghua wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and attacked with a sword. He only took two steps and staggered a few times, almost falling to the ground, obviously seriously injured.
"Sir, Elder!" Seeing this scene, all the disciples of Nanli Sect were anxious and worried, and subconsciously looked at Chang Wanfa and the swing sword.
Even if the blind man could see that Gu Fenghua was definitely not a match for Hua Qianyuan. Only Chang Qiu and others could save her in the entire Nanli Sect.
Chang Wanfa and Swing Jian lowered their heads at the same time, just pretending that they did not see their gaze for help.
Recalling the scene when Gu Fenghua stepped forward and wanted to bear Hua Qianyuan's anger alone, they were also a little moved. But thinking of the strength of the Shuiyun Sect, the two of them had no courage to take action.
Although both of them are the first-level heavenly ranks, Hua Qianyuan is not stronger than the two of them, but don’t forget that Hua Qianyuan is only the seventh elder of the Shuiyun Sect. Even he has the first-level heavenly ranks. Others
What kind of cultivation should the six elders and the sect leader who are still above him, and how strong should the entire Shuiyun Sect be?
If they attack Hua Qianyuan, they will inevitably break up with the Shuiyun Sect. Not to mention losing the support and assistance of the Shuiyun Sect, it is very likely that they will even destroy the Sect.
Even though Hua Qianyuan has already shown his wolf ambition, it is just a talk and may not have no room for maneuver. If he completely tear his face, the Nanli Sect will be completely finished. The more they think about it, the more uneasy they are, how dare they