"Also, you were already humiliated enough to lose in the last match. You still have no chance of winning this match. If you give up early, you can save some face. Otherwise, don't blame us for being ruthless." After scolding Duan Yixing , Gu Fenghua turned to Mu Chenxi and said.
"Gu Fenghua, you are looking for death!" Duan Yixing was directly exposed by Gu Fenghua's lie, his face was flushed, and he yelled loudly.
"Okay, okay, I want to see how ruthless you guys are. Do you really think that you will have such good luck in this match?" Mu Chenxi was also trembling with anger from Gu Fenghua's publicity.
The anger that had been suppressed with great difficulty erupted like a volcano again, without further words, the two drew their swords at the same time, and slashed at Gu Fenghua head-on.
The sword light shook the sky, the wind was surging, and the whole world seemed to be enveloped by the sword intent of the two men full of anger. Under the sword light, Gu Fenghua looked so helpless like a small boat in the rough waves.
Although the competition stage was protected by an enchantment, everyone in the audience could still feel the majestic power. The Ku Zen disciples in the front row couldn't help but move back.
"Be careful!" Meng Jiwei and others were not qualified to go to the viewing platform because the sect was too weak, and they also sat under the stage, shouting when they saw this.
Ever since they were slapped in the face by Gu Fenghua, Wu Tianheng and the others changed their minds and became more polite to them juniors of the small sect. Although they often ask them for help these days, they will always give them with pills. It's nothing to me, but it is a great opportunity for Meng Jiwei and others, and it can even be said that they have taken advantage of it.
They don't forget the well digger when they drink water, they are very grateful to Gu Fenghua, and of course they don't want to see any accidents with her.
Amidst the exclamation, Gu Fenghua had already raised his long sword, and next to him, Fatty Bai and Luo Enen also stepped forward.
"One sword breaks the sky."
"Nine days, Phantom Thunder!"
"Beidou, Batian!" Three sword lights also cut out head-on.
The three of them shot, but their momentum was not weak. Needless to say, Gu Fenghua's cultivation in the Heavenly Sacred Realm is rare among the holy masters of the same generation. Luo Enen's Nine Heavens Illusory Thunder Sword has reached the fourth stage. Four thunderbolts also fell from the sky. Fatty Bai's Big Dipper and his Kuzen mentality also multiplied their power. In addition to the supreme arrogance of the past, it also had a more solemn meaning.
But unfortunately, except for Gu Fenghua, Fatty Bai and Luo Enen's cultivation is still weaker. Even if the three of them attack at the same time, compared with the other two heavenly saints, the power of the sword is still significantly weaker.
Not to mention the elders of the Shangzong on the viewing platform, even Meng Jiwei and others could easily see the difference in strength between the two sides, and the worry on their faces became a little stronger.
And the smile on Mu Chengfeng's face, of course, became more determined and more relaxed.
Compared with Mu Chengfeng's relaxed mood, the mood of everyone in the Jun family is much heavier.
"Master Patriarch?" Several elders looked at Jun Wencang worriedly.
If it was said that they were still a bit worried about Jun Lansheng's ascension to the position of the young patriarch, now, even they themselves have to admit that it is the most suitable choice for him to be the young patriarch. After all, Gu Fenghua's willingness to represent the Jun family in the competition was entirely because of him.
If it wasn't for him, if any of the Jun family's children were to be the young Patriarch, it would be absolutely impossible to ask Gu Fenghua for help.
However, no matter how strong Gu Fenghua is, it is impossible for him to be stronger than the two opposing heavenly saints working together, right? (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com