If it were normal times, Gu Fenghua and others would probably feel a little reluctant to see the fate of Si Liqun and others, but now, they will never be ruthless.
The deep blood hatred between them and Changsun Luocang can only be resolved with his death. This also destined that they, Si Liqun and others will always be enemies and will never become friends. If they are kind-hearted towards the enemy, they are seeking death!
After just one look, they withdrew their gaze from Si Liqun and others, raised their long swords, and slashed at Zhan Jiuzhou without hesitation.
The four sword lights condensed and merged, as if they were torn open the space, and a thrilling buzzing sound came.
No matter how you look at it, Zhan Jiuzhou would never be able to block this sword. Unless he jumped off the competition platform, he would definitely die. Everyone in the audience was full of excitement, shouting loudly, and even shouting hoarsely.
At this moment, Zhan Jiuzhou suddenly turned his head and a flame of grief and anger burned in his eyes.
The hunched figure straightened again, and the fingers holding the sword became calm and powerful again. His body also faintly exuded the fighting spirit and momentum that he should never have when he was seriously injured.
"Huh!" On the high platform, Chang Aotian and others showed surprise.
With the eyes of Chang Aotian and others, it is certainly not difficult to see that Zhan Jiuzhou is at the end of his strength when he is seriously injured. In fact, they have long seen that Zhan Jiuzhou's sword skills are weaker than one sword, and are mostly the root of the Holy Spirit.
Something went wrong, but in their opinion, this person's qualifications can only be considered to be of medium or high. Even if he reaches the fifth level of Emperor Saint, he is still lacking in good terms, so he is too lazy to care.
At this time, Zhan Jiuzhou had no intention or momentum to have a serious injury, which surprised them.
Everyone in the audience did not have the same eyesight as them, and had not noticed the strangeness on Zhan Jiuzhou. They still let out a shocking cry and cheering for Gu Fenghua and the other two.
"It's not that easy to die." Zhan Jiuzhou roared and slashed out with a sword.
There was another loud bang, and the entire competition platform trembled.
The turbulent wind blade swept past like a tsunami. The battle of the nine continents was like a broken boat, swaying and undulating in the huge wind and waves. In just a moment, more than ten more wounds appeared on their bodies, and blood gushed out.
However, he was still standing on the edge of the competition platform, not flying out of the competition platform as everyone expected, nor was he killed by the sword of Gu Fenghua and others.
Gu Fenghua and others also stayed in their original place, and their injuries were the same as before, and they did not add any new injuries to Zhan Jiuzhou's counterattack.
Judging from the situation, they still have an absolute advantage, but the expressions of several people suddenly became solemn.
How is it possible? How can Zhan Jiuzhou block their sword?
You should know that his Holy Spirit root was not cultivated by himself, but came to seize the spirit. The recovery speed of the holy energy was far from comparable to that of them. At this point, he should have been exhausted. In fact, since he had been before
Judging from the increasingly weak sword force, it was obviously on the verge of exhaustion of holy energy, and with such injuries, how could it be possible to block their sword?
Could it be a retrospective look, but it doesn't look like it. If it weren't a retrospective look, what was going on?
Such questions also appeared in everyone's hearts. Looking at Zhan Jiuzhou, who was covered in bruises and blood, and was obviously shaking, but still standing on the edge of the competition platform without taking a step back, they all widened their eyes in surprise.