It was not until this time that five purple holy beads appeared between Gu Fenghua's eyebrows, and the five holy soul beads also flew behind her.
Although I had guessed that Gu Fenghua's strength should be much stronger than Luo Enen and others, seeing her fifth-level cultivation level in Tiansheng with her own eyes, Chen Wanqiao and others breathed a sigh of relief, and their hearts finally fell.
Go to the point.
Of course, Chang Wanfa and Swing Sword were also surprised, but in addition to being surprised, he was also helpless and melancholy. How long has it been since he left Nanli Sect? Luo Enen had already reached the fourth level of Tiansheng, and Gu Fenghua had actually arrived at Tiansheng.
The fifth grade, I feel sorry for them who had no choice but to be promoted to the Heavenly Saint with secret techniques, and they were unable to condense the Holy Soul Pearl. They would never make any progress in their entire lives. Alas!
"No wonder it's even more arrogant than my Kuang Sword Sect. Your strength is indeed not weak." Pang Aoting looked at the Holy Pearl between Gu Fenghua's eyebrows and said with emotion.
"The strength of Sect Master Pang is not weak either." Gu Fenghua replied politely.
With the nameless mind technique and the eight swords of the Tianyuan taught by her brothers, her real combat power is much stronger than that of the saints of the same level. After obtaining the power of the phoenix, she has made another piece of it. The sword just now,
In fact, it is not much worse than the sixth grade of the ordinary Tiansheng, but Pang Aoting can draw with her, obviously also has a combat power far beyond her cultivation level. Putting aside his nature, even as an opponent, he deserves respect.
However, respect is respect, Gu Fenghua still has absolute confidence to defeat Pang Aoting.
She was able to exert such powerful combat power, largely because of the Eight Swords of Tianyuan. Using the Eight Swords of Tianyuan will greatly damage the holy energy. Normally, even if her cultivation reaches the fifth grade of Tiansheng, she will at most
She could only cast less than ten swords, but since the second innate holy spirit root was condensed, her recovery speed increased exponentially. Not to mention a hundred swords, it would be no problem to cast at least dozens of swords.
Pang Aoting is currently at the fifth level of Tiansheng. Even if his foundation is solid, he will never be able to exert the power of the sixth level of Tiansheng. His crazy sword domineering the sky will definitely consume the holy energy. Gu Fenghua believes that it will rely on
The power of the Eight Swords of the Tianyuan and the assistance of two innate Holy Spirit roots can drag him down even if he drags him down.
As soon as the words fell, Gu Fenghua slashed out with a sword again, of course he was still using the strongest sword skill: breaking the sky with one sword.
"I want to see how deep your foundation is. How many times can you use such a sword power?" Pang Aoting snorted coldly and raised his sword to slash again.
Hearing his words, Gu Fenghua almost laughed out loud. It turned out that Pang Aoting believed that he had a deep foundation in practicing for many years, and his idea was exactly the same as himself.
OK, let him see who has a deeper foundation!
The sword lights intersected, and the loud noise was like thunder, and another piece of gravel sprinkled.
After the dust and smoke passed, the figures of the two appeared in front of them again.
Gu Fenghua was still standing there, not moving half a step, Pang Aoting took a slight step back. Obviously, although the outcome of this battle was not decided, Pang Aoting was already at a disadvantage.
"Let's bet, how many swords does Fenghua need to defeat Old Man Pang?" Luo Enen took out a handful of melon seeds from the take, and said leisurely while eating them.
"What are you betting on?" The fat white man snatched a few melon seeds from her hand and put them in his mouth.
"Just bet on dinner today. Whoever loses will cook, or bet on bigger things, whoever loses will cook for a month." Luo Enen thought for a while and said.
"...Forget it, stop betting, I'm the one who cooks anyway." The fat white man patted his forehead and said with a green face.