Although he has not been able to take the position yet, judging from the current situation, the position of city lord may not escape his palm, but it is not enough to satisfy his hunger. Even though they hated Zong Zheng Mingyang to death, the two still couldn't help secretly admiring his courage.
If it was someone else, I am afraid that Zongzheng Mingyang would have been grateful for his kindness, so how could he refuse his kindness?
Fortunately, Gu Fenghua is not someone else. Hearing Zongzheng Mingyang's words, she didn't even bother to answer them. She just circulated her holy energy and poured it into the long sword. Of course, Luo Enen and Fatty Bai were no exception.
With this little strength, he still wants to accept them as disciples, how beautiful he is!
"Gu Fenghua, I have given you a chance, but you are so ignorant of good and evil, do you really think that I am afraid of you!" Seeing that Gu Fenghua and others ignored his solicitation, Zongzheng Mingyang was furious.
Do you really think that the sixth grade of Emperor Saint is a big deal, but you are still putting on airs in front of the old man. Don't say that you are not the real sixth-rank Emperor Saint, even if you are, in front of the strong man of the seventh-rank Emperor Saint, you don't have the qualifications to show your posture.
Since you are so ignorant of good and bad, and treat the old man's good intentions as the liver and lungs of a donkey, then don't blame the old man for being cruel. Feeling ruthless in his heart, Zongzheng Mingyang didn't think too much about it, concentrated his holy energy, and slapped it out with all his strength.
"Swipe!" Suddenly, a red light flashed in the sword light, like a blood-colored rainbow.
Zongzheng Mingyang's whole body was shaken, and he felt a sense of desolation, sorrow, and extremely cold aura, which enveloped him in an instant.
"This is" A fear that I had never felt before also rose from my heart, it was the instinctive fear of death.
Before he had time to think about it, Zongzheng Mingyang pushed out his palms and flew back.
As expected of a powerhouse of the seventh rank of the Emperor Saint, his intuition for danger is extremely keen, but unfortunately, it is too late to start retreating now!
"Boom!" Amidst the loud noise, the towering sword light and the blood-colored rainbow slashed down at the same time.
Zongzheng Mingyang's two palms, which were shot with all his strength at the seventh rank of Emperor Saint, vanished in an instant, and he himself groaned and was sent flying.
The sword light dissipated, and the bloody Changhong disappeared suddenly, but time seemed to stand still. Except for those who knew Gu Fenghua's details, everyone else opened their mouths and stared, and their eyeballs were about to fall to the ground.
This is a powerhouse of the seventh rank of Emperor Saint. How could it be possible that a fourth rank Emperor Saint and three other first rank Emperor Saints would be chopped into the air by a sword? Even if the power of Gu Fenghua's sword reached the sixth rank of Emperor Saint, it would definitely not be the result like this, right? Obviously, all of this is because of the blood-colored Changhong, but what is it? Could it be a divine weapon, but even if it is a divine weapon, it shouldn't have such power.
"Bah!" With a crisp sound, Zong Zheng Mingyang slammed down on the edge of the platform.
"Master!" The disciples of Zongzheng Mingyang just woke up like a dream, rushing over to help the master, took out the holy pill and swallowed it for him.
"Impossible, impossible!" Dan Li dissipated, but Zongzheng Mingyang's mouth was still bubbling with black blood, his hands were trembling, and his eyes were full of horror.
The internal organs in the chest and abdomen were ruptured, Qi and blood were churning, and the meridians in both arms were broken. Even the arm bones were broken into several pieces. He was seriously injured with just one sword strike.
If it wasn't for the bursts of severe pain that flooded into his mind, he wouldn't even dare to believe what happened to him¡ªa strong man of the seventh rank of the Emperor Saint was defeated so badly by a fourth rank of Emperor Saint and three first ranks of Emperor Saint. hand.
"With this level of strength, it's a shame that you can figure out how to emulate others in seeking power and usurping the throne!" Gu Fenghua said with a look of contempt. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com