It was not until this time that Gu Fenghua realized how big the gap between the eighth rank of the Transformation Saint and the ninth rank of the Transformation Saint is.
Last time she fought with Fu Jitian, the eighth-grade Transformation Saint, without much effort, she defeated him one after another, and finally killed him with anger.
But now facing this old man who was the ninth-grade Saint Transformation, she felt so powerless. The cold sword light and bloody sword light slashed on the fist that looked like a giant hammer at the same time, just like slashing a piece of slash
The magical artifact made by gold, crypt and silver is tempered... No, it is not a magical artifact, but a Taoist artifact!
With a loud bang, the sword light shattered and turned into thousands of streams of light.
The powerful power contained in that punch was not extinguished, and it rushed towards her in her chest. Although she was prepared for such a result, she had already used the holy energy to lay out a lot of shields in front of her.
But in just a moment, the shield broke continuously, and Gu Fenghua was shocked to take several steps, and his face turned pale.
Even if she is only at the sixth level of the Saint Transformation, Qingyun Divine Sword is an absolute Taoist weapon. Although Cangchen Holy Pattern is slightly inferior to Qingyun Divine Sword, it is far from comparable to ordinary divine artifacts.
The man took action at the same time, and he was so vulnerable to the old man!
Gu Fenghua suddenly thought that he had probably been a bit lucky when he killed Fu Jitian last time. If Fu Jitian had not been eager to establish his authority, he would have formed a holy realm as soon as he took action, and he would have easily resolved it. Then he was furious and sacrificed the Demon of the Pluto.
The mirror happened to be restrained by him in all aspects, and it might be really not easy to beat him.
Thinking of this, Gu Fenghua suddenly felt a little inexplicably sympathetic to the poor little king.
Of course, now is not the time to sympathize with others, because it is very likely that she will become the object of sympathy for others in the next moment.
"Senior, please listen to my explanation..." As soon as he stabilized his body, Gu Fenghua explained quickly.
"Okay, okay, with the cultivation level of the Sixth-level Transformation Saint, I can actually take over my Helian Xiongba's punch, which is a bit capable.
As long as you can take my three punches, I will listen to your explanation!" Unfortunately, the old man still roared wildly before she could finish her words, and his eyes that were staring like a copper bell were missing a little contempt
, and more appreciation, more high fighting spirit.
While roaring wildly, his body was filled with holy energy, and his muscles were full of muscles, as if his whole body was filled with explosive power.
Gu Fenghua's heart moved: Looking at the situation in front of him, the other party was obviously not interested in listening to her explanation. And to this point, the Xuming Ancient Domain and the Four King Domain were already as powerful as water and fire, and even their tribes had already made it to die together.
Preparation, explanation, and truth are no longer important to them.
The only way to convince them to stop is to defeat them. After all, Wushangtian seems to be of strict rank, but in fact he is the strong, and this is especially true for these monster beasts or demon plant races that are naturally fierce.
Only by defeating them and proving their strength can we gain their respect and convincing.
To put it simply, if you don’t listen or believe me, then I will hit you until you hear and hit you until you believe me!
It's just simple to say, but not easy to do. This Helian Xiongba is a powerful man in the ninth grade of Transformation. Can she really beat him to convince him like she bullied Ning Yuer?
Ideals are indeed full, but reality is often very skinny. Gu Fenghua looked at the nine dazzling holy rainbows between Helian Batian's eyebrows, remembered a sentence from his brothers' books, and smiled bitterly.