In addition, there is another point. Other secret techniques may not cause too much damage to the meridians, and they can recover as before after being cured, but she knew that it was only for the saints below Xuansheng.
Above, those secret techniques will hurt the Holy Spirit root, but the degree of injuries is different. It doesn’t matter if the Xuansheng is below. Once you reach the Xuansheng, such injuries may become an obstacle that can never be overcome. She doesn’t want to take her own.
Go to bet on the way of cultivation.
Although the Golden Needle Soul Punching Technique may hurt the mind due to extreme pain, her current divine consciousness is far better than that of the saints of the same level, and she may not be unable to bear such pain.
After all, this is a choice she has no choice. Thinking about it from another perspective, it can also be regarded as her best choice.
"Boom!" Amid the loud noise, a towering sword light and four sword lights gathered together met again, bursting out a ray of air that was even more dazzling than the noon sunshine. The earth shook accordingly.
With the loud noise, Xiang Wushang and Chen Xinzhong were shocked by Gu Fenghua's sword.
Gu Fenghua's feet became soft and almost fell to the ground. In the end, he still used his sword to hold his body hard to stabilize his body.
Those eyes, which were as clear as springs, had turned blood red, and silver teeth were almost shattered, and bloodshots were seeping out of the teeth.
What a pain this is? Every meridian seems to be shattered by a sharp blade, and every bone seems to be broken into pieces. The endless pain fills every inch of the body, making people feel pain!
Just looking at her blood-red eyes and the bloodshots that penetrated from her teeth, you can imagine how much pain she was suffering at this time. Even the Guanghua people in the audience couldn't bear it and turned their heads.
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"Yes, I can still block my sword like this, but I want to see how long you can hold on." Xiang Wushang had no sympathy, smiled sinisterly, and slashed out with another sword.
Chen Xinzhong, Fu Cheng and He Xudong also followed suit.
The previous pain made it difficult for Gu Fenghua to use his skills. The pain at this time was ten times stronger than before, or maybe a hundred times. How could she use her skills to gather energy? Staring at Xiang Wushang, Gu Fenghua took it again
A golden needle was released and pierced into the middle of the eyebrows.
"Boom!" With the loud noise, several figures were shaken away again.
Gu Fenghua's feet softened and he finally fell to the ground.
"Fenghua!" Luo Enen's face was covered in tears. He wanted to step forward to help Gu Fenghua up, but he couldn't stand up no matter how hard he was.
"I... it's okay." Gu Fenghua said with difficulty, leaning on his long sword, and stood up bit by bit.
Her hand holding the hilt of the sword was slightly deformed, but it was obviously not because of the injury, but because it was too painful and excessive force. A piece of blood also oozed out of her eyes, ears, mouth and nose, dyeing the snow-white shirt red
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Opposite, Xiang Wushang raised his sword again without saying a word.
Gu Fenghua took out a golden needle again with his trembling hands.
"Give up, let's admit defeat!" At some point, the Ninth Prince also burst into tears.
"Give up, let's admit defeat!" Even the people from Xinghua below the audience shouted with sobs.
"No, they can't hold on for long!" Gu Fenghua took a deep breath and firmly stabbed the golden needle between his eyebrows.
Opposite, Xiang Wushang was bleeding from his seven orifices, and Chen Xinzhong, Fu Li, He Xudong and the other three had already been soaked in blood. This was obviously the rupture of the meridians and the holy energy. Although they were still expressionless, they seemed to feel no pain.
But Gu Fenghua still found that their eyes were dead and became dim.