Zhen Fengliu and Liang Yicheng were also surprised and took back the steps they had just taken.
Yuan Daoling raised his eyebrows suddenly and sneered on his face.
With Gu Feng Huadi’s seventh-level cultivation level, he faced Yuan Shangqing’s soul-killing body alone, and he was actually in a fair and unlucky way. How could this be possible?
Not only them, even Weng Yuanming, Luo Enen, and others who had already admired Gu Fenghua's trust and worshipped him almost insanely were stunned. In fact, except for Ye Yunji, who was standing beside Gu Fenghua, everyone present was shocked.
It's right.
"The Soul-killing Taoist body is just that." After a while, Gu Fenghua exhaled a breath of turbid air and said disapprovingly.
Even though her real combat power far exceeds her cultivation level, she faced the soul-killing body that was originally cultivated by the eighth grade of the Emperor Saint, but she still didn't dare to be careless. She gave her all her strength to the sword, and her beautiful face pet was blushed.
Slight beads of sweat also oozed out of his forehead. However, his eyes were filled with joy.
I used to think that I had practiced the Eight Swords Guiyuan to the extreme and had fully understood the essence of it. Until today, she realized that she had thought it wrong. It turned out that she had never understood many of the secrets of this sword technique before.
It is not surprising to think about it. The Eight Swords Guiyuan was taught by the brothers themselves, and of course they also came from the Supreme Heaven. Compared with the Supreme Heaven, the saint cultivation method of Wuji Holy Heaven is indeed more than weaker. She wants to understand the essence of it.
, It's not that easy?
In my mind, the changes in the world appeared again, and the joys, sorrows, separations, life and death reincarnation appeared again, which was verified with the sword just now. Gu Fenghua's understanding of the Eight Swords Returning to the Yuan of the Eight Swords is a deeper level.
"Gu Fenghua, don't be too proud too early! I want to see, just your seventh-level Emperor Saint cultivation level, how many times can you use such a sword? When can you persist?" Seeing Gu Fenghua
Yuan Daoling came to his senses and his old face turned black.
After saying that, his palm sank, Yuan Shangqing let out a dull roar like a monster, and then pounced on Gu Fenghua.
The powerful holy aura of the eighth grade of the Emperor Saint squirted out with his palms, but it also contained the breath of death that was extremely cold and cold. It was faintly like a dark cloud rolling around.
Even though they were outside the battle situation, even far away from the yard, everyone felt their hair standing upright.
Yuan Daoling's face showed a sinister sneer again.
If you want to cultivate the soul-killing body, you must traumatize your soul. You will suffer the pain of killing your soul in three years. After practicing, even if you almost lose all your wisdom, you will still be unable to escape the pain. Such a great price is more than
It is so simple to overcome the disaster of life and death.
Once you have cultivated the soul-killing body, your body will no longer be suffering. If you cannot destroy the water, fire, and poisons will not be destroyed, and you will never be tired. Unless you exhaust the last trace of the holy energy mixed with the yin evil spirit energy, you will never die.
Gu Fenghua must have put all his strength into the sword just now, otherwise with her cultivation level, she would never be able to tie the battle with Yuan Shangqing's soul-killing Taoist body. However, a seventh-grade Emperor Saint can use such a sword.
How many times can she last under Yuan Shangqing's endless attack?
"Boom!" The long sword slashed out, and the two figures separated again, each taking a few steps back.
The match is equal, but there is still no distinction between the top and bottom.
Seeing this, Yuan Shaochong couldn't laugh anymore. The other disciples of the Shengyuan Sect behind opened their mouths slightly, all of whom were shocked.