Even though she couldn't use her strength to the extreme in this way, Teng Hongtu underestimated the enemy and let her hit him like a wooden stake, but she might not even be able to use 50% of her strength. Under the rise, it is strange not to be seriously injured.
And once he was seriously injured, it would not be so easy to escape. How could Gu Fenghua give him a chance?
With one sword strike, Gu Fenghua finally showed his strength to the fullest. The sound of the long sword and the dragon wrapped in the silk cloth, the divine light, and the seven golden holy beads finally appeared between her eyebrows.
"Emperor Saint Seventh Grade, she turns out to be Emperor Saint Seventh Grade!" The crowd exclaimed again, and some disciples with low cultivation bases and weak minds were so intimidated by the mighty sword that their feet softened and they fell directly to the ground.
Even the Supreme Elder and the others stared wide-eyed with horror.
Until then, they realized that Gu Fenghua's words just now were not outrageous words at all, and Teng Hongtu really couldn't resist even one move from her!
Seeing the shocking sword light that was coming at him, and seeing the holy bead shining between Gu Fenghua's eyebrows, Teng Hongtu certainly understood his true strength, and there was no trace of contempt on his face.
"I was fooled, I was fooled, this little girl is so cunning, so treacherous, so" At this moment, Teng Hongtu was so regretful that he hit the wall, cursed in his heart, and pulled out his long sword in a hurry.
Just as he was drawing the sword, there was a burst of piercing pain in his chest - Gu Fenghua's palm not only shattered his internal organs, but even his hard sternum was cracked. Even if he just moved his arm lightly, it would drag the wound and make people feel unbearable pain, but he couldn't care less about life and death.
The long sword was unsheathed, and holy air was poured into it without reservation, and seven golden holy beads also appeared on his forehead.
The seventh rank of Emperor Saint, this old man has reached the seventh rank of Emperor Saint.
Gu Fenghua secretly rejoiced, fortunately, the old man wanted to kill himself, and he insisted on letting him do three tricks, otherwise it would be really not easy for him to keep him.
I will kill you while you are sick! Seeing Teng Hongtu's true strength, Gu Fenghua will not be merciful. Before he could condense the Holy Qi of Emperor Saint Seventh Rank to the extreme, the sword light in his hand had already fallen from the sky.
Teng Hongtu had no choice but to grit his teeth and raise his long sword violently.
"Qiang!" With a crisp sound, the long sword in Teng Hongtu's hand, which was ancient and clumsy and full of spiritual meaning, and obviously of extraordinary origin, snapped. I was the old blood spurting wildly, and flew out again.
He fell heavily to the ground, leaning on half of the long sword, trying to prop up his body, but just when he raised his head, he heard a light ding, and the sword in his hand was broken and shattered, leaving only a hilt. His body fell to the ground again, unable to get up again. He could only lean his neck hard and stare at Gu Fenghua. His eyes were full of unwillingness and shame.
There is nothing more disgraceful in the world than a powerful man of the seventh rank of Emperor Saint, who was actually defeated by a young girl, and was so aggrieved by the defeat that he fell down completely without even showing his true strength thing?
Being both holy masters, Yunchuan Sect disciples and several elders could also imagine Teng Hongtu's state of mind at this time, and could better understand his shameful and unwilling eyes. mercy. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com