Qiongqi's figure rushed out of the crack again, and the already ferocious face became even more ferocious, as if, as the fear was awakened, it was also hidden deep in the bloodline, and the natural ferocity was completely
wake.
Seeing this, Zhu Sifang and others couldn't help but worry: Can Gu Fenghua's sword defeat Qiongqi and completely suppress him?
Luo Enen and others looked relaxed. No one knew Gu Fenghua better than them, and no one knew Gu Fenghua's terrible sword better than them. If this could not suppress Qiongqi, I am afraid that this world would be
No one can do it again.
Gu Fenghua used his martial arts and constantly injected the holy energy into the divine sword. Under his instinctive uneasiness, Qiongqi, who rushed out of the crack, did not immediately launch an attack, but stayed at the edge of the crack and continued to accumulate demon spirits.
The force, the hair like a gun stab, was straight and straight, and the crystal light was flowing, and it was filled with the power of the demon spirit.
The sound of the sword and the roar of the dragon, the roar of the beast shook the sky. Time seemed to pause at this moment.
"Roar!" Finally, Qiongqi opened his mouth, and the accumulated demon spirit power erupted like a volcano, and the demon spirit power that filled his body suddenly exploded.
"One sword, cut the prehistoric world!" At the same time, Gu Fenghua also slashed out with one sword.
There was no stone breaking and the thunderous sound was as shocked as thunder. Qiongqi's solid demon spirit power was actually split from it by this sword, so easy that it was as if it was splitting a piece of tofu. Almost in the blink of an eye, the divine light lingered in the divine light.
The sword edge had already struck Qiongqi's head.
Then... there was nothing else. Qiongqi's body shook and fell into the crack, as if he had fallen into the abyss.
The echoing beast roar gradually disappeared, and the melodious sword roar gradually disappeared, and there was silence in the secret room. Except for Luo Enen and others who had known the result for a long time, everyone else was stunned and their minds were blank.
This is over, isn't it a little too simple?
Gu Fenghua's sword was too fast and too easy, so before they could react, Qiongqi had disappeared in front of them.
What level is this sword strong enough? The Ninth-grade Emperor Saint? The Ninth-grade Peak?
No! The power of this sword is definitely beyond the peak of the ninth grade of the Emperor Saint, that is, it exceeds the limit of the cultivation level of the Eighteen Lords of the Wuji Holy Heaven.
And then, what realm should it be? The Tenth Level of Emperor Saint? Or another brand new realm - the realm of the Holy Lord?
No one knows what level the cultivation level of the three saints has reached. They only know that the cultivation level of the saints is above any monarch. Obviously, the same is true for Gu Fenghua's sword.
Although he had already felt the power of Gu Fenghua's sword, at this moment, Zhu Sifang and others were still deeply shocked.
At this age, she can use a powerful sword comparable to the Saint Lord. Then in the future, wouldn’t she be above the Saint Lord?
Even Gu Fenghua herself was shocked by the threat of the magic sword. Although this was not the first time the magic sword was unsheathed, it used to grab the sheath by itself every time. Even in Star Gazing City, she opened the blood seal.
When releasing the power of blood, it is because of insufficient blood power and lack of psychological preparation, and fails to exert the true power of the magic sword.
Speaking of which, this was the first time she consciously drew her long sword herself, and the hard work these days was not in vain. With Zhong Lingxiu's "help", she finally accumulated enough blood power and exerted the real magic sword.