This heavy sword looked even bigger in the hands of the petite Gu Fenghua.
Apparently Gu Fenghua's sword was taken out from her storage bracelet.
For a moment, the surroundings became quiet.
Isn’t Gu Fenghua a beast master?
Can she use a sword?
Could she be a Saint Master?
Is this possible?
"Are you a Saint Master?" Fan Anbing looked at the sword in Gu Fenghua's hand and became even more excited.
Gu Fenghua did not answer his question, but smiled brightly and said in a calm voice: "Congratulations on successfully irritating me and making me want to avenge my kindness with my own hands."
"Yeah?" Fan Anbing was confused, and then sneered, "Just my last opponent. Stupid woman, she is weak, she deserves it. I didn't kill her, how can you take revenge?"
"So I won't kill you." Gu Fenghua still smiled softly, but his words were unspeakably cruel. But I will make you pay ten times the pain you put on Luo Enen.
for you.
"Just you?" Fan Anbing wanted to look up to the sky and laugh.
However, the next moment, Fan Anbing's laughter stopped suddenly, as if he was a duck being strangled by the neck. His eyes widened! Because in front of him, Gu Fenghua swung his sword and attacked his face! The speed was so fast that he was frightened.
.After an afterimage, Gu Fenghua appeared in front of him.
Fan Anbing raised his sword to block.
"Qiang!" There was a crisp sound when weapons were handed over.
Fan Anbing took two steps back before steadying himself.
He looked at Gu Fenghua in shock, and felt a little relieved when he saw eight white holy beads emerging from Gu Fenghua's forehead.
Although he was surprised that Gu Fenghua was actually a Saint Master, he was no longer afraid when he saw that Gu Fenghua's strength was the same as his.
The two separated and stood still again.
However, the audience was already in shock.
"Gu Fenghua is a Saint Master!"
"Eighth-grade Fighting Saint, am I right?"
"Who said Gu Fenghua is a loser who can't cultivate?"
"Is she a beast master or a holy master? My mother, I really am not dreaming... It hurts so much. Why are you pinching me so hard?"
"Are you in pain? Then I'm not dreaming."
"Crazy, pinch yourself."
Wu Yongjun sat next to Jiang Ziyi. Compared to the excited Jiang Ziyi, he was much calmer. Haha, an eighth-grade fighting saint? Gu Fenghua is not an eighth-grade fighting saint, she is a real legal saint! It’s fun to play
!
Zhong Wanying, who was standing in the crowd, had no trace of color on her face. Gu Fenghua was actually an eighth-grade fighting saint, far beyond her ability. As her only "close friend", she had no idea.
"Wanying, don't you have a good relationship with Gu Fenghua? You used to say that she couldn't practice so that we wouldn't look down on her. Were you kidding us before?" A girl next to Zhong Wanying glared at Zhong Wanying and asked unkindly.
.
Zhong Wanying opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but nothing came out.
What could she say? She said that she had never wanted to be friends with Gu Fenghua, and they were all just pretending. She said that Gu Fenghua had known about it for a long time, so she was making excuses with herself. She didn't know Gu Fenghua's true strength at all?
Can she say this?
Fatty Bai sat next to Wu Yongjun, who was also among the bottom six of the top ten. He looked at Fan Anbing on the stage with a cold face at the moment. The sight of Luo Enen, who was covered in blood that day and whose eyes were full of stubbornness, is still vivid in his mind.
.This is Fan Anbing, who beat Luo Enen to the point where he is still recovering from his injuries in bed. Fan Anbing could have knocked Luo Enen off the competition platform and won, or made Luo Enen admit defeat. But he didn't, he struck one sword after another.
Luo Enen, who was speechless due to the torture, did not even give Luo Enen a chance to admit defeat.
Fatty Bai clearly remembered the tragic situation of Luo Enen at that time, and even remembered the anger that Gu Fenghua was trying to suppress despite his calm face.