"Gu Fenghua, I advise you not to hold on anymore and give up your sword and stop. Maybe my grandfather is soft-hearted and can let you go..." Yuan Shaochong said proudly.
"Crack!" Before the last word "Road" was turned out, Gu Fenghua waved his arm again, and the sword light fell like a thunderbolt.
Immediately afterwards, one sword, another sword...
Sword lights crossed the sky, slashing towards Yuan Shangqing like a torrential rain. Even the sword light had not completely disappeared. The next sword light came with the shadow, like a wave of surging, one wave higher than the other
wave.
Yuan Shaochong was stunned, and all the disciples of the Shengyuan Sect behind him were also stunned.
Didn’t it mean that it was at the end of the strong crossbow? But look at the ups and downs of swords and the stacked surges, there is no sign of the last of the strong crossbow?
Zhen Fengliu, Liang Yicheng and others were also stunned. Although their strength had not reached Gu Fenghua's level, they had never eaten pork, and at least had seen Pig Run. They were sure that with such sword power, I'm afraid the real Eighth Grade Emperor Saint
Even if she couldn't hold on for a few swords, Gu Fenghua followed one sword after another, and one sword faster than another. How could the holy energy in her body be sufficient? With her seventh-grade cultivation level of Emperor Saint, how could she have it?
Such a rich holy energy?
Next to him, Weng Yuanming, Luo Enen and others looked surprised.
They knew Gu Fenghua's sword skills very well, and they also knew that her sword skills were very powerful, but they consumed even more holy energy than others imagined. I remember that every time I had just improved my realm and realized a new one
She can only use such a sword once. Even if she is promoted to the seventh grade of Emperor Saint, she cannot be able to follow one sword after another without any effort, right?
Obviously, Gu Fenghua escaped from death this time and became a blessing in disguise, and he had a new understanding and his strength went up to the top!
The sword lights fell like dense raindrops one after another, and the speed was getting faster and faster, and the sword power was getting stronger and stronger.
At first, Gu Fenghua and Yuan Shangqing's soul-killing body were still quite evenly matched. Every time they fought, they both took a few steps back, but then they gradually changed. Gu Fenghua's steps back were getting fewer and fewer.
The smaller the width, Yuan Shangqing's steps were getting back, and the bigger the pace. Later, Gu Fenghua took a step forward every time he slashed a sword, but Yuan Shangqing retreated in succession.
step.
"Boom!" Finally, as Gu Fenghua slashed out another sword, Yuan Shangqing was hit by a huge rock and flew out heavily.
Yuan Daoling and two other soul-killing Taoist bodies stood up at the same time, and then they caught him.
"Master!" Looking at Yuan Shangqing, the elder of the Shengyuan Sect cried out in grief.
"Sir, Elder!" The other disciples of the Shengyuan Sect were trembling with their lips, and their faces turned pale.
It was not until this time that they saw that Yuan Shangqing's body was covered with scars and almost did not have a single piece of intact.
If it weren't for the soul-killing body, but a normal human, if it was injured like this, it would have been full of blood, or even died. Although Yuan Shangqing looked like a mummy, no drop of blood was pouring out of his body, but those deep ones were visible
The scars of the bones are still unbearable to look at them. After only a few glances, a chill in my heart.
It was not until this time that they realized how exquisite and mysterious the sword light that seemed to be Gu Fenghua just now was, and that sword after sword fell like raindrops. Although Shang Yuanqing had lost his mind and could not think, the eighth grade of Emperor Saint
His instinct is still there, how could ordinary sword skills hurt him?