"Yes, Ye Wuse and this white fat man are both powerful people of the sixth rank of Emperor Saint, but they are led by Gu Fenghua. Her strength is probably not weak compared to them. As long as she takes action, the white fat man will definitely be able to escape danger."
Everyone was excited and looked at Gu Fenghua again.
Although Ye Wuse's sword just now seemed to be extremely easy to win, even a fool could think that he is the sixth grade of Emperor Saint, and his real combat power is not bad. It is not that easy to kill his opponent with one sword.
The Wuse sword obviously raised its spirit to the peak. After the sword, it is unlikely that it will be able to fight again in the short term. The only thing that can be expected now is Gu Fenghua.
Judging from the various performances of Ye Wuse and others, Gu Fenghua is obviously worth looking forward to.
However, they were disappointed. Gu Fenghua just quietly watched the life-and-death competition in the field. His hand pressing the hilt of the sword had already been put down, and he seemed to have no intention of taking action at all.
Others don’t understand the fat man, don’t she understand it? This guy can replenish the holy energy directly by eating and drinking, and the effect is no less than taking the holy pill. In a sense, this is equivalent to three meals a day or even
All four meals are taking the holy pill. If you add snacks, you are taking the holy pill to replenish the holy qi at all times. The abundant holy qi is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
More importantly, even Luo Enen and Ye Wuse only condensed two innate holy spirit roots, but because he saved Ye Wuse's life, he condensed three innate holy spirit roots and holy energy by chance.
The recovery speed is second only to Gu Fenghua.
Although the black and strong man opposite me practiced hard for thousands of years, he really couldn't compare with the fat white man if he wanted to compete with the holy spirit. How could Gu Fenghua have to worry about him?
"Why haven't you done it yet? Why haven't she done it yet!" Seeing that Gu Fenghua was indifferent, the young man who was worried about the fat white man was so anxious that his mouth was about to burst into bubbles.
"Huh!" At this moment, an old man next to him suddenly exclaimed in surprise.
The young man turned his head in confusion and looked along his gaze, his eyes suddenly widened.
After taking all his strength again and again, some people couldn't hold on anymore, but it was not the fat white man they were worried about, but the great disciple of Sima Batian.
At some point, his dark face was covered with sweat, and the divine light in his eyes gradually dissipated. Although he was still slashing out one sword after another, his movements were obviously a little stiff. Looking closely, he held the handle of the sword.
His fingers were trembling slightly.
"Beidou, dominate the sky!" Dozens of swords were slashed out one after another, and the fat white suddenly shouted loudly. The sword light slashed for a long time, as if it had opened up the world and broke through the chaos!
"The great way is thousands of, the sky sword is vast!" The black and strong man finally helped his junior brother shout out the sword technique, but his voice was so hoarse and powerless.
It was indeed the sword of Qiankun of Heaven, no wonder that the man was so persistent before and had to shout sword techniques before he could take action. The name of this sword technique really had a bit of awesome. But unfortunately, he was born in black at this time.
The strong man showed it in his hand, but there was no power at all.
It is hard to wear Lu Cai at the end of his strength, which is what he is now. He competed with Fatty White again and again, and his holy energy has actually reached the verge of exhaustion. He is just relying on his will to support it, but how long can the will last?
At this last moment, it is not easy to be able to grit your teeth and raise the long sword, and there is no power in the sword.
"Bang!" The sword light collided again in the air, but there was no roar of thunder as before.
The fat white sword easily shattered the opponent's sword light, and then slapped the opponent's body on the side, directly slapped him out of the way.