It was very relaxing, indeed very relaxed, and only once took action, Qi Qinghong, the strongest among his fellow disciples, died under Gu Fenghua's sword; almost at the same time, Gong Wenshi, who was second only to Qi Qinghong, was also Ye Wuse A sword pierced the heart vein; while Tang Yongxing, who is famous for his thunder and is respected as the King of Thunder and Lightning, was directly bombarded by Luo Enen's thunder and thunder; Cheng Mofeng, who is known for his stubborn sword technique, is powerful and powerful, In the pure sacred energy competition, the white and pure fat man was shocked and died on the spot.
How is it possible that their real combat power is so powerful?
It was not until several cold eyes fell on his body that the tall and thin old man suddenly came to his senses, and his face turned pale in an instant.
"Did we do it ourselves or break it off?" Gu Fenghua asked.
"I, I'll fight with you!" The tall and thin old man shouted, raised his long sword and rushed towards Fang Tianyou and Liu Sanjue.
This was what he should have done just now, but he was afraid of causing dissatisfaction among the senior brothers. But it was obviously too late to take action now.
Gu Fenghua thought that when he saw the miserable fate of several fellow disciples, the old man would be frightened and fled in panic. He did not expect that he was so loyal to Changsun Luocang, and he couldn't help but admire Changsun Luocang's ability to bewitch people. However, she She wouldn't be ruthless because of this. She has given the other party a chance to survive. If he really fled in panic, they would definitely not have time to get distracted from chasing him. Just let him go, but he insisted on being obsessed with it, so he wouldn't blame her. It's right.
With a move under his feet, Gu Fenghua had already blocked Fang Tianyou and Liu Sanjue. The long sword wrapped in silk cloth burst into light again.
Even Qi Qinghong, the eighth-level Emperor Saint, could not block the power of her sword, let alone the sixth-level Emperor Saint. Before the sword light fell, she could not scream. The tall and thin old man turned into nothingness and disappeared in front of her eyes. .
The result of this sword certainly had no suspense for Luo Enen and others, and there would be no surprises. When they looked at each other, everyone turned their heads to look at Changsun Luocang in the air.
Changsun Luocang was also looking down. Although he had seen Gu Fenghua and others take action at the top of Yunjin City a few months ago, he knew that their cultivation was greater than when the Chengyun Competition was in full swing. It was precisely because of this reason that he retreated and refused to meet them. But he never expected that their real combat power would be so strong.
Generally speaking, the faster the cultivation level increases, the more unstable the foundation will be, and the weaker the combat power will be compared with the cultivation level. Some so-called strong people who rely on the magic medicine, heaven and earth treasures, are simply gold and jade. Among them, Gu Fenghua and his friends not only practiced quickly, but their real combat power far exceeded their cultivation level, and they were even more dynasty. How did they do it?
Changsun Luocang pursed his lips, and his face no longer had the calmness he had before.
"One sword, kill the prehistoric world!"
"Nine Heavens, Phantom Thunder!"
"Beidou, dominate the world!"
"Holy soul, heaven is broken!"
"Fengyun, Thousands of Cultivation!" Before Chang Sun Luocang could come up with the answer, Gu Fenghua and others flew up and slashed out with another sword!
Luo Enen and the fat white man, Ye Wuse were both seriously damaged by the holy spirit just now, especially Ye Wuse, whose body was even scarred, but at this moment, they could not see any fatigue in their eyes, only endless hatred, The fire is burning.