Although she could not exert her strength to the extreme, Teng Hongtu underestimated the enemy too much, just like a wooden stake, letting her fight without moving, but even 50% of her strength may not be able to be used, one will be eliminated.
It is strange that it is not serious injury when it rises.
Once he is seriously injured, it will not be so easy to escape. How could Gu Fenghua give him a chance?
With one sword, Gu Fenghua finally exerted his strength to the fullest. The roar of the long sword dragon wrapped in silk cloth, the divine lights, and the seven golden holy beads finally appeared between her eyebrows.
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"The Seventh Level of Emperor Saint, she turned out to be the Seventh Level of Emperor Saint!" The crowd exclaimed again. Some disciples with low cultivation and weak minds were intimidated by the mighty sword, so their feet were weak and they fell to the ground.
Even the Supreme Elder and others widened their eyes and looked horrified.
It was not until this time that they realized that Gu Fenghua's words just now were not crazy words, and Teng Hongtu really couldn't resist her move!
Seeing the shocking sword light coming towards him and looking at the holy beads flashing between Gu Fenghua's eyebrows, Teng Hongtu certainly understood his true strength, and there was no trace of contempt on his face.
"I've been fooled, I've been fooled. This little girl's movie is so cunning, so treacherous, so..." At this moment, Teng Hongtu was so regretful that he had his heart hitting the wall. He cursed and hurriedly pulled out his long sword.
Just as he drew his sword, bursts of heart-wrenching pain came from his chest. Gu Fenghua's palm not only shattered his five internal organs, but even his hard sternum was shattered.
Even if he just moves his arm lightly, he will pull the wound and make people feel pain. However, he doesn't care about so much about life and death.
The long sword was unsheathed, and the holy energy was injected into it without reservation, and seven golden holy beads also appeared on his forehead.
At the seventh grade of Emperor Saint, this old man's cultivation level has actually reached the seventh grade of Emperor Saint.
Gu Fenghua secretly was glad that fortunately the old man was seeking death and insisted on letting him have three moves, otherwise it would be difficult for him to keep him.
Taking advantage of your illness, you will kill you! Seeing Teng Hongtu's true strength, Gu Fenghua will not be ruthless. Before he could condense the holy energy of the seventh grade of the Emperor Saint to the extreme, the sword light in his hand had already fallen in the air.
Teng Hongtu had no choice but to grit his teeth and raise his sword violently.
"Clang!" With a crisp sound, the ancient and clumsy spirit in Teng Hongtu's hand surged, and the long sword with obvious origin broke with great force. He was squirting out old blood and flew out again.
He fell heavily to the ground. He leaned on half of the long sword and wanted to support his body, but as soon as he raised his head, he heard a tingling sound. The broken sword in his hand was shattered inch by inch, leaving only a sword hilt, the thin little one
His body fell to the ground again and could no longer get up. He could only lift his neck and stare at Gu Fenghua tightly. His eyes were full of unwillingness and shame.
The powerful man of the seventh grade of Emperor Saint was defeated by a young girl who was still young, and he was defeated so frustrated that he completely fell down without even exerting his true strength. There is even more shame in the world than this.
Something is that?
As both saints, Yunchuan Sect disciples and several elders could imagine Teng Hongtu's mood at this time, and could understand his shameless gaze. Even though he hated him to the core, he couldn't help but feel his heart.