Fu Jitian's sword did not slash at her, but at a child beside the old man of the Lu family.
Regarding his own life and death, the old man and the old woman of Lu were of course even more nervous about Gu Fenghua and Fu Jitian's battle. When they watched the battle with all their spirits, they did not notice the child, but they did not know when he was behind them.
He crawled out and took a few steps forward curiously. This time, he was exposed to the sword of Fujitian without any obstacles.
Crazy, Fu Ji Tian is crazy!
According to his previous promise, since he was defeated by Gu Fenghua, he should let the descendants of the Lu family have a way out. It would be fine if he was defeated repeatedly but repeatedly reconciled himself. Now he has taken such a fierce attack on an unarmed child.
He is a powerful man of the eighth-level Transformation Saint, and he is also the successor of the robe and bowl designated by King Mingjing. If he does this, isn’t he afraid of being ridiculed or losing the face of King Mingjing?
Everyone was stunned by this scene, and even those who were lying on the ground pretending to be dead stared wide and couldn't help but turn up.
Gu Fenghua also did not expect that Fu Jitian would be so crazy and had no preparation at all, so he could only block the sword light with one sword.
Unfortunately, in a hurry, this sword could not exert much power. But Fu Jitian was so angry that he actually exploded the Holy Spirit regardless of the consequences. Although his injuries were aggravated several times, his cultivation level could not be greatly reduced afterwards.
But the power of this sword is no less than before.
"Clang!" In the clear sound, Gu Fenghua slashed across the dark sword light of Fu Jitian, but failed to completely shatter it.
The sword power was endless and it was slashed on the child.
"Ah..." A childish scream rang out, and the child flew several feet out and fell into a pool of blood.
Looking at this scene in a daze, almost everyone showed unbearable expressions, and a wave of chills on their bodies also rose, as if the air was frozen.
Gu Fenghua felt even more sadness and unsuppressible anger.
"Why, why!" Gu Fenghua shouted angrily.
"Hahahaha, I want to kill someone, no one can stop it, no!" Fu Jitian seemed to have not seen her anger and still laughed wildly.
The next moment, he flew up, his eyes blew blood red and his swords at the other children.
"One sword, the Holy Returns to the Origin!" The anger in Gu Fenghua's heart was like a volcano erupting.
In the hazy sight of tears, the figure of the child lying in a pool of blood seemed to twitch slightly, so sad.
Her heart was filled with regret: Not every naughty child is saved, she shouldn’t have shown mercy on the sword just now!
She would never make the same mistake again.
All the holy energy and all the blood power were injected into the Qingyun Sword without reservation, and all the anger and regret were also injected into the sword.
"I said this guy was not a good person and should have killed him long ago." Another clamor of the sword spirit came from my mind.
But this time, Gu Fenghua was no longer ashamed of it.
The eyes were filled with tears, and there was a murderous intent that had never been seen before.
"Stop!" Seeing this, the middle-aged men's expressions changed drastically again.
"Sir, show mercy!" Lin Yujing and others also shouted in horror.
The first time I felt such a strong murderous intent in Gu Fenghua, even they were even more terrified.
If it is someone else, even if the younger generation of Xingjun is so unsatisfied and crazy, he will be killed. No matter how dissatisfied the other party is, he will not be able to blatantly treat Gu Fenghua.