Zhen Fengliu and Liang Yicheng were also surprised, and took back the steps they had just taken.
Yuan Daoling raised his eyebrows sharply, and sneered on his face.
With Gu Fenghua's cultivation base of the seventh rank of emperor sage, facing Yuan Shangqing's soul-killing Taoist body alone, he was evenly divided, and he did not lose the wind at all. How is this possible?
Not only them, even Weng Yuanming and Luo Enen, who had trusted and admired Gu Fenghua to the point of being almost insane, were stunned. In fact, except for Ye Yunji standing beside Gu Fenghua, everyone present was stunned.
"Soul-killing Taoist body, that's all." After a long while, Gu Fenghua let out a foul breath and said disapprovingly.
Even though her real fighting power far surpassed her cultivation, she still dared not be careless against this Soul Slaughter Dao Body, which was originally cultivated by the Eighth Stage Emperor Saint, and she went all out with this sword, a blush appeared on her beautiful face, Beads of sweat dripped from his forehead. However, his eyes were full of joy.
In the past, she always thought that she had cultivated the Eight Swords Guiyuan to the extreme, and realized the essence of it. It was not until today that she realized that she was wrong. It turned out that she had never comprehended many profound meanings in this sword skill before.
It's not surprising when you think about it, the Eight Swords Guiyuan was taught by the elder brothers personally, and of course it also came from the Supreme Heaven. Compared with Wushangtian, Wuji Shengtian's way of holy cultivation is indeed weaker by more than a notch. How can it be so easy for her to comprehend the essence of it?
In my mind, the vicissitudes of the world and the vicissitudes of life and the cycle of life and death reappeared again, which was confirmed by the sword just now, and Gu Fenghua's understanding of the Eight Swords Returning to the Origin was further deepened.
"Gu Fenghua, don't get complacent too early! I'd like to see how many times you can use this kind of sword with your seventh-rank Emperor Saint cultivation base, and how long can you last?" Seeing Gu Fenghua That disdainful and contemptuous smile brought Yuan Daoling back to his senses, his old face suddenly darkened.
After finishing speaking, the palm of his hand sank, Yuan Shangqing let out a dull roar like a monster, and rushed towards Gu Fenghua again.
The powerful holy energy of the eighth rank of the Emperor Saint erupted out with the palms, but there was an extremely cold death breath in it, vaguely, as if a dark cloud rolled over.
Even if they were outside the battle situation, or even far outside the courtyard, everyone felt that the hairs on their bodies were standing on end.
On Yuan Daoling's face, that sinister sneer appeared again.
? If you want to cultivate the soul-killing Taoist body, you must self-mutilate your soul. You have to suffer so much from killing your soul for three years, and after you succeed in cultivation, even if you almost lose your spiritual wisdom, you still cannot escape the pain. Paying such a high price is not just as simple as surmounting the calamity of life and death.
Once the body of killing souls is cultivated, the body will no longer feel pain, the sword and gun will not be extinguished, water and fire will not be destroyed, and all poisons will not be destroyed, and it will never be tired.
Gu Fenghua's sword just now must have been with all his strength, otherwise, with her cultivation base, it would be impossible to draw with Yuan Shangqing, the soul-killing Taoist body. However, how many times can such a sword be used by a seventh-rank Emperor Saint, and how long can she last under Yuan Shangqing's endless attacks?
"Boom!" The long sword slashed out, and the two figures separated again, each taking a few steps back.
Evenly matched, there is still no difference.
Seeing this, Yuan Shaochong couldn't laugh anymore, and the other disciples of Shengyuanzong opened their mouths slightly, all of them looked horrified. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com