I remember that last time in the battle of Longyin Valley, Gu Fenghua's cultivation was still in the middle stage of the Ninth-level Emperor Saint. Although he suffered a great loss under the holy realm formed by them, he still believed that as long as he fought to the death, he would
If you can achieve the ultimate strength of surpassing the peak of the Ninth-grade Emperor Saint, then the barrier may not be able to suppress yourself. (This idea is exactly the same as what Shangguan Haochen and others are worried about.)
But he never dreamed that Gu Fenghua's cultivation level could actually surpass the peak of the ninth grade of the Emperor Saint! When he fought again, he didn't even need to join forces with Luo Enen and others to be on par with him.
How long has it been? How did she practice and how could she be so diligent?
Are the matches equally? Duan Qingyun obviously overestimated himself.
"One sword, cut the prehistoric world!" Without any unnecessary nonsense, Gu Fenghua slashed out with another sword.
"Qingyun's sword will win the world!" Duan Qingyun had no time to think about it, so he could only inject the holy energy into the long sword with all his strength and use his own sword of fame.
The sword lights intersected, Duan Qingyun was shocked to retreat several feet again, and bright red blood gushed out of the corners of his mouth.
"You, you have actually broken through your own limit!" Steady his body, his pale face was no longer surprised, no longer unbelievable, but shocked.
After this sword, he finally realized that Gu Fenghua was different from himself.
Forced to improve his strength and surpass the peak of the ninth grade. The heaven and earth ban pressed on his body without mercy, and the meridians in his body broke one after another. Bright red blood beads dripped between his fingers holding the sword, and mottled blood was also seeping out of the green holy robe.
The severe pain poured into his mind, and even his soul seemed to be torn apart. He had to grit his teeth before he could endure the pain and exhale.
But Gu Fenghua on the opposite side was still calm and could not see any strangeness on her body. There was no doubt that she not only surpassed the peak of the ninth grade of the Emperor Saint, but also broke through her own limits and gave her all her strength to do so without being restricted by the restriction of heaven and earth.
How is this possible? If you want to break your own limit, don’t you have to go through countless temperings of thunder and earth fire, and every time you will be a life of death? These lords and men have practiced hard for tens of thousands of years, but no one can do it. Even if Gu Fenghua has passed away, he will follow the throne.
She started practicing in her womb, and it has only been more than ten or twenty years. How could she do it?
Looking at Gu Fenghua's young and beautiful face, Duan Qingyun's mind was blank in shock.
Not only Duan Qingyun, the strong men in the formation were also stunned, and even Shangguan Haochen and others were a little confused.
I know Gu Fenghua is evil and I know Gu Fenghua is against the will of heaven, but no matter how evil or evil it is, I shouldn't be so evil.
Just when they were shocked and confused, Gu Fenghua's third sword had already been slashed out.
As a result, of course there is no more suspense.
The moment he saw that Gu Fenghua had already broken through his own limit, Duan Qingyun knew that he would definitely lose this battle.
Although he had already decided to die generously, and although he still raised his sword, the sword light was slashed out, and even he felt so powerless.
With the loud noise, Duan Qingyun's once arrogant figure floated down like a kite with a broken string, and a blood mist also drifted away.
He fell heavily to the ground, and blood was pouring out of his mouth.
"Why didn't you kill me?" Duan Qingyun struggled to half support her body, enduring the pain of the internal organs shattering the meridians, and asked Gu Fenghua with difficulty, his eyes full of confusion.