Without any secret technique, it can improve combat power without limit, and it cannot be maintained forever. Chen Xinzhong and the others have reached their limit. I believe that Xiang Wushang cannot continue like this. As long as she persists, the final victory will definitely belong to her.
Xinghua.
Seeing Gu Fenghua so despair, even Guanghua people in the audience were moved by it and even forgot to cheer for Xiang Wushen. For a moment, the entire competition venue became quiet.
"Shura, no harm!"
"A sword shocks the world!"
Gu Fenghua and Xiang Wushang took action almost at the same time. They both knew that the other party could not hold on for long, but they could not hold on for long. This should be their last sword, and it was also the sword that determines life and death!
Two sword lights, like a blue dragon coming out of the sea, or like a nine-sky star falling, slashing towards the other side.
Judging from the momentum and sword power alone, it is still equal, and it is difficult to determine the level of the situation.
Everyone's hearts were hanging in their throats. They could see that Gu Fenghua and Xiang Wushang had all their strength in this sword.
Chen Xinzhong, Fu Cheng, He Xudong and others attacked each other at this time, but compared with Gu Fenghua, which was like a dragon and a thunder, their weak sword power was like the light of rice grains, and they had not yet attacked.
When he arrived in front of him, he was shocked and retreated, and then his feet became weak and he fell to the ground.
Sure enough, just as Gu Fenghua thought, they had reached their limits, and this sword had exhausted all their holy energy.
The victory or defeat still falls on Gu Fenghua and Xiang Wushang.
The two sword lights met in the sky, but did not explode like before, but were stalemate together.
Gu Fenghua gritted his teeth and devoted all his strength to inject the holy energy into the long sword.
Extreme pain continued to flow into my mind. Every meridian in my body seemed to have been torn into pieces, and every bone in my body seemed to have been broken, and even my heart and soul were divided into countless pieces.
Bloodlines oozed out of her skin, and her snow-white clothes had already been dyed bright red. Her flawless face became so sad. However, her eyes were still so firm.
"You can't give up, you must never give up!" A voice kept ringing in your heart.
Opposite, bleeding towards Wushang's seven orifices, the crimson scar on his face was squirming and twisting, and the hand holding the long sword was exposed, and the blood was constantly oozing out, showing a bit of hideousness.
Everyone in the audience stood up, stretched their necks unconsciously and clenched their fists. They were so nervous that they couldn't speak, and even their breathing became so heavy that they were only between the front lines, life and death
, perhaps also in the front line.
Time seems to be in stagnation.
I don’t know how long it took, but finally, I took a step back towards Wushang, leaving a deep footprint on the hard bluestone ground under my feet.
Although it is just one step, it is a step that determines strength and weakness and predicts victory and defeat. Everyone knows that the balance of victory has tilted towards Gu Fenghua.
Sure enough, with Xiang Wushang's step away, the sword light full of tyrannical intention became much weaker, one fell and the other rose, and Gu Fenghua's sword light seemed even more majestic and righteous.
Under constant suppression, the unscathed sword light began to retreat. Although he tried hard to stabilize his body and even embedded his feet on the ground, he could not help but take another step back in the end.
Gu Fenghua's righteous sword light was getting lower and lower as he pressed, and the distance between Xiang Wushu was getting closer and closer.
The outcome is decided! Everyone can see that if Xiang Wushang does not abandon the sword, there will be only a dead end.