Tang Yongxing's sword was the same as Luo Enen's guess. Although the name of the sword move was the same as that used by Qi Qinghong and others, the sword light fell and turned into thunder lightning, like a snake dancing around, and thunder fell one after another.
,The entire broken space was filled with a roar of thunder.
In comparison, Cheng Moran's sword was much simpler. The sword light slashed straight, and the extremely powerful force was like an invisible mountain, rushing towards the fat white man, as if it could shatter all things in the world.
"One sword, kill the prehistoric world!"
"Nine Heavens, Phantom Thunder!"
"Beidou, dominate the world!"
"Holy soul, heaven is broken!"
Gu Fenghua and the others said it relaxed, but they didn't feel that relaxed when facing an opponent with a strength above their level. While the other party took action, they also held the ancient magic sword in their hands and looked towards each other.
The opponent rushed forward. Between their eyebrows, golden holy beads also shone with dazzling light.
Gu Fenghua's expression was still so confident and calm, but Qi Qinghong opposite him had a drastic expression, and behind him was instantly soaked in a layer of cold sweat.
There were still only seven holy beads flashing between Gu Fenghua's eyebrows, but the holy energy was transmitted from the long sword wrapped in silk cloth, and the sword light condensed was definitely not that simple. It was so depressing that it was hard to breathe.
The pressure is not something that the seventh grade of the Emperor Saint can achieve.
The power of this sword clearly reached the eighth level of the Emperor Saint - no, no, it is not the eighth level of the Emperor Saint, but the ninth level of the Emperor Saint!
Impossible, impossible! With her seventh-level Emperor Saint cultivation, even if she stimulates her potential to the extreme and even self-destructs the holy beads, she can only display the sword power of the eighth-level Emperor Saint at most. How could she be the ninth-level Emperor Saint
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Qi Qinghong roared in his heart that it was impossible, but the pressure brought by the sword light was so clear and so heavy.
There was no longer the contempt he had before, nor the proud smile on his face. Without too much thought, Qi Qinghong retreated quickly, but no matter how fast he was, how could he be faster than Gu Fenghua's sword that he was determined to win?
In the blink of an eye, the sword light came to my eyes. In desperation, Qi Qinghong could only grit his teeth and revenge the death and then resurrected his despair, and continued to slash out with all his strength.
"Buzz..." The ancient sword roared like a dragon's roar. At a critical moment, Qi Qinghong brought the mystery of this sword to the extreme.
The sword light swept through the sky, as if the stars in the sky were falling, so magnificent and so exquisite. Unfortunately, when it comes to magnificent and exquisite, who can compare with Gu Fenghua's Tianyuan Eight Swords, this is from nothing
The peerless and bizarre learning of heaven.
The two sword lights met head-on, slashed together heavily, and a loud bang heard. The sword light that looked like the falling stars in the sky was split from it, and disappeared for thousands of morning heavens.
Immediately afterwards, with a crisp "kick", the ancient sword in Qi Qinghong's hand broke from it and fell to the ground.
The remaining power of the sword light fell on Qi Qinghong's chest. An invisible blade of Qi was seen passing through him, but he himself stood in place like a petrified person.
Outside the broken space, there is the boundless abyss of heaven. The turbulent winds stirred each other, still making a sharp whistling, but his ears suddenly became silent, and his mind was also unprecedentedly ethereal, as if he had returned to the baby.
hour.
"Emperor Saint, Ninth Grade!" Qi Qinghong said suddenly.