Before they knew it, the two had already exchanged swords. It can be seen that they are going all out with every sword, even if the powerhouse of the sixth rank of the Emperor Saint, if he cuts out a hundred swords with all his strength without stopping, it is inevitable that the holy energy will not be enough to carry on, but the two of them But there was no trace of fatigue on his face, and the power in the sword was still vast and majestic.
"Strange, why does he have such abundant holy energy?" Among the crowd, a young man who went out to practice with the elders of the sect couldn't help but said.
Of course he was talking about the fat man. Don't look at the young disciples of Sima Batian, but don't forget that the aging speed of saint masters is much slower than that of ordinary people. The speed of aging will be even slower if you raise your appearance, so his disciples seem to be only middle-aged, but if you look closely with your spiritual thoughts, you can still see from their vitality that they are at least a thousand years old , even thousands of years old is not surprising.
After so many years of hard work, and with the background of a teacher like Sima Batian, their holy energy is naturally condensed and endless, like a river and sea. It is reasonable to do so with all their strength, even cutting a hundred swords, but Fatty Bai He is really young, even if he cultivated from the mother's womb, it has only been more than 20 years, how could he have such abundant holy energy.
"I'm afraid I'm going to grit my teeth and hang on." An old man said thoughtfully.
"Yeah, sailing against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat. This fight seems simple and straightforward, but in fact it is equally dangerous. If he can't hold on, he may have his meridians cut off with a single blow. If he is unlucky, he may even die on the spot. There is no place to die!" Another old man also nodded.
Although the sword skills of these two people are a little less subtle in comparison, they are even more majestic. In addition, both of them are strong men of the sixth rank of Emperor Saint, whoever can't hold on first will be fierce. More good luck less. Therefore, if you don't move, you can do nothing. Once you make a move, you can only go all out. Even if you try your best, you can only hold on to the end.
"However, there will always be times when you can't keep going." The young man glanced at the fat man and said worriedly.
They are all of the same age, seeing the strength of Ye Wuse and Fatty Bai, he is naturally fascinated, and at the same time admired, he absolutely does not want to see him hurt by the opponent's sword.
"That's right, but other people's thousands of years of hard work can't be compared with his mere decades of practice. Alas, he shouldn't have confronted the enemy head-on like this." Several old men sighed at the same time.
Although this fat white man is a little fatter, but he can cultivate to the sixth rank of Emperor Saint at a young age. Naturally, his talent is beyond doubt, and his future prospects are limitless. If he is given hundreds of years, even a hundred years , the other party may not be his opponent, but he is still too young at this time, to compete with others for thousands of years of hard work, isn't that courting death?
Looking at the young face of the fat white man, everyone's eyes were full of regret.
"By the way, Gu Fenghua hasn't made a move yet, so she probably won't just watch Fatty Bai die." Seeing that the elders were not optimistic about Fatty Bai's ending, the young man was in a hurry, and suddenly thought of something, and expected Said hopefully.
Poor Mr. Jun, because of Zhong Lingjun's words, everyone didn't care about his real name, and called him Fatty White. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com