Before they knew it, the two had already fought with hundreds of swords. It can be seen that they were all trying their best for each sword. Even if the sixth-grade Emperor Saint is strong, he will continue to slash out hundreds of swords with all his strength.
It is inevitable that the holy energy is insufficient and the successor is powerless, but there is no trace of fatigue on the faces of the two of them, and the power in the sword is still vast and majestic.
"It's strange, why does he have such abundant holy energy?" A young man who went out to practice with the elders of the sect couldn't help but say in the crowd.
Of course he was talking about fat white men. Although Sima Batian’s disciples seem to be not old, don’t forget that the saint’s aging speed is much slower than that of ordinary people. The higher the cultivation level, the more this is. If you are willing to lose money, you will be willing to lose money.
Some cultivation skills are used to maintain the skin and maintain the appearance, and the aging speed will be slower, so these disciples seem to be middle-aged, but if they gather their spiritual thoughts and look at them carefully, they can still look at their vitality.
It is not surprising that they are at least thousands of years old, or even thousands of years old.
After so many years of hard practice, with a background of a master like Sima Batian, their holy energy is naturally condensed, and it is as vast as a river and sea. It is reasonable to use all your strength to kill hundreds of swords in a row, but the fat man
He is really young. Even if he practices from the womb, he will only have more than twenty years of experience. How could he have such abundant holy energy?
"I'm afraid I'm gritting my teeth and holding on." An old man said thoughtfully.
"Yes, sail against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat. This battle seems simple and direct, but in fact it is just as dangerous. If he can't hold on, he will be afraid that his meridians will be broken under a sword, and he will be unlucky or even on the spot.
He was crushed to pieces and died without a place to bury himself!" Another old man nodded and said.
Although the sword skills of these two people are somewhat exquisite in comparison, they are even more powerful. In addition, they are both powerful people of the Sixth-grade Emperor Saint. If anyone can't hold on first, it will be a ferocious person.
There are few good fortunes. Therefore, if you don’t move, you can only do your best once you move. Even if you try your best, you can only hold on to the end.
"But, there are always times when you can't hold on." The young man glanced at the fat white man and said worriedly.
They are all of them of the same age. Seeing Ye Wuse and Fatty Bai, he was fascinated and admired him at the same time. He would never want to see him hurt under the other party's sword.
"Yes, but the thousands of years of hard work that others have practiced is not comparable to his mere decades of hard work. Alas, he shouldn't have fought head-on in this way." Several old men sighed at the same time.
Although this fat white man has gained a little weight, he can cultivate to the sixth grade of Emperor Saint at a young age. Naturally, his talent is beyond doubt. His future is unlimited. If he is given a few hundred years, even a hundred years.
The other party may not be his opponent, but he was still too young at this time. He competed with others for thousands of years of hard practice to compete with the holy spirit. Isn’t that asking for death?
Looking at the young face-lifting white man, everyone's eyes were filled with regret.
"By the way, Gu Fenghua hasn't taken action yet. I guess she won't watch Fatty White lose her opponent." Seeing that the elders didn't like Fatty White's ending, the young man was very anxious and suddenly thought of something,
He said hopefully.
The poor eldest son Jun, because of Zhong Lingjun's words, everyone didn't care about his real name and directly called him a fat white man.