Although she hated Changsun Luocang's actions to the core, she was also powerless to see that he was about to be rescued by the Holy Lord of Heaven.
"Kill..." Suddenly, a sword sounded like a dragon's roar sounded in my ears.
Gu Fenghua's long sword wrapped in silk cloth actually snatched out of the sheath. A cold light flashed past his eyes, and the dark abyss seemed to be illuminated.
"One sword, cut the prehistoric world!" Qing shouted and the long sword slashed out.
The entire abyss of heaven became quiet in an instant. The sharp turbulent wind seemed to be shocked by the power of this sword, like a gentle breeze passing by, brushing the hair on Gu Fenghua's forehead and brushing the corner of her clothes.
The graceful figure is right in front of you, but it gives people a sense of majesty that is above the world, you can only look up to it, and not have any offense, which makes people involuntarily surrender to it.
It turns out that this is her true strength!
Although I had long speculated that Gu Fenghua had been hiding something and did not show her true strength, by the moment she actually drew her long sword, Zhong Lingxiu was still struck by lightning.
She could not measure how strong this sword was. She only knew that besides facing her master, she had never had such a surrender to anyone.
Luo Enen and others changed their faces at the same time: Gu Fenghua finally used the power of his blood to draw out the sword. What happened next?
Time and space seemed to have stopped at this moment, only the sword light thrust unstoppably through the abyss of the heavenly chasm, slashed through the giant palm of the sky, and slashed hard on Changsun Luocang's body.
"Ah..." The screams sounded again, but this time, it was not just because of fear.
Before the scream could be finished, another dull sound of "boom", Changsun Luocang's figure exploded from it, and instantly turned into a piece of dust, dissipating into heaven and earth.
A generation of emperor envoys was destroyed in ashes, his soul and soul were silent, and he fell into the abyss of heaven.
Although he had already felt the power of Gu Fenghua's sword, Zhong Lingxiu still opened her mouth slightly, with a dull expression when she saw Changsun Luocang falling in front of her with her own eyes.
This is one of the Eighteen Envoys of the Wuji Holy Heaven, one of the top strong men in the world. Under Gu Fenghua's sword, he is so fragile. The power of that sword is even the palm of the Tianji Holy Lord.
Unstoppable! Even though she saw it with her own eyes, she still felt incredible and felt like she was dreaming.
The fat white man, Ye Wuse, Su Muyun and others were revenged, their eyes were red, and tears rolled down involuntarily.
"Looking for death!" Suddenly, an old and angry voice sounded, and in the cracks in the space, the majestic face of the Saint Lord Tianji was also distorted by anger.
The Holy Lord of Heaven obviously did not expect that Changsun Luocang would be killed so easily with a sword, and that Xumiao's palm still maintained a slightly clenched fist posture to recycle it. It was not until the crack in the space where he suddenly discovered that Tianling
The five fingers of the giant palm were cut off by Gu Fenghua, and Changsun Luocang turned into dust under the sword.
He is the Holy Lord of Heaven and one of the three masters of Wuji Holy Heaven. Someone dared to kill one of the six envoys under his seat in front of him! In his eyes, anger was like waves.
Xumiao's huge palm paused violently, and five fingers condensed again, protruding out the crack in the space, like a mountain slapped at Gu Fenghua.
"Be careful with Fenghua!" Luo Enen and others woke up and shouted at Gu Fenghua.