"Ah..." At this moment, Xiang Wushang suddenly roared to the sky.
The black flames that enveloped the body exploded again, as if pouring a pot of turmeric oil on it.
If Xiang Wushang had just a layer of flame floating all over his body, then at this time, he was in a huge ball of flames.
The black flame slowly spread, and even the sword light condensed by the holy energy began to burn.
"Gu Fenghua, die for me!" Xiang Wushang roared wildly.
Everyone could feel that at this moment, Xiang Wushu's aura increased several times or even exponentially.
"Xuan Sheng, this is the power of Xuan Sheng!" An old man from the audience exclaimed.
A few years ago, he had seen the Guardian of Guanghua take action, and his aura was no more powerful than Xiang Wushang at this time.
Everyone took a breath of cold air. Xuan Sheng and Xiang Wushang actually forcibly upgraded their combat power to the realm of Xuan Sheng! No one doubted the old man's words, because he was a master of the ninth grade of Soul Saint and Xinghua
A famous master in the country.
Gu Fenghua, he will definitely lose! All the Guanghua people's eyes showed ecstasy, and some people couldn't help but cheer.
However, the people of Xinghua were filled with loss. They lost. Even though Gu Fenghua had tried his best, they still lost!
"Fenghua, admit defeat, let's admit defeat!" The ninth prince gritted his teeth and shouted, his clenched fists trembling slightly.
The winner has been decided, and there is no need to persevere! Otherwise, what you pay will be the price of your life.
"Give up." Zhang Haoran, Han Qingwen and others also said sadly.
Tears flashed in their eyes and shame was written on their faces. If they were not so arrogant yesterday, especially Han Qingwen, if he was not so cowardly and timid, he might not have had the opportunity to try hard.
As long as one of them can win, even if they draw, they can win the Ten-Party Ceremony early, and there will be no such battle between life and death today.
Gu Fenghua still held the long sword tightly, and shouted to the Ninth Prince, Zhang Haoran, Han Qingwen and others without realizing it.
"You can't give up, you must never give up!" The persistent voice still echoed in your heart.
The unscathed sword light continued to extend, and the black flame was spreading. Even the sword light that Gu Fenghua slashed out was covered with a layer of black flame, as if burning.
The black flame continued to spread along the sword light, covering Gu Fenghua's long sword, covering her arms, and finally covering her entire body.
A cold, dark, and violent aura permeated, and the pain of heart-wrenching bones was infinitely amplified. Gu Fenghua seemed to be trapped in the legendary boundless hell, and his body and soul seemed to be torn to pieces at this moment.
Seeing the pain on Gu Fenghua’s beautiful face and seeing her snow-white clothes stained with blood, all the people of Xinghua were covered in tears!
"Give up, you have done your best!" said a leader of the Xinghua family with sobs.
"Give up, don't persevere anymore." Countless Xinghua people said, wiping their tears.
Gu Fenghua's eyes were still so firm, she took out a golden needle with her trembling fingers and stabbed it into her eyebrows again without hesitation.
She knew that their advice was not malicious and was for her own good, but she would never give up. This was her promise and her belief.