"Deng, ascend, ascend, ascend" In the blink of an eye, he retreated dozens of steps away, spat out a mouthful of blood, his feet went limp, and he knelt down on one knee again.
The sound of thunder drifted far away in the vast wasteland, and the wave after wave of power gradually disappeared. Under Yunjin City, there was a dead silence, and everyone was stunned again.
No matter who it is, even if the king's envoy is here in person, I'm afraid they must admit that Zhong Lingxiu's sword is exquisite and tyrannical, absolutely unparalleled in the world. Not to mention the seventh-rank emperor saint, even the ordinary eight-rank emperor saint, I am afraid it will be difficult to block such a sword.
But in front of Gu Fenghua, Zhong Lingxiu's sword was still so vulnerable. With just one strike, the Yin-Yang, Five Elements, Heaven and Earth Dao in the sword completely collapsed and disappeared.
How powerful, how subtle and mysterious should her sword be?
Looking at Gu Fenghua, who looked calm, as if this sword had nothing to do with her, and Zhong Lingxiu, who was dripping blood from the corner of his mouth, their minds were completely blank.
Frankly speaking, at such a young age, Zhong Lingxiu has the cultivation base of the seventh rank of the Emperor Saint, and he is able to cast such an earth-shattering sword. Inferiority, but in front of Gu Fenghua, it seems so mediocre. If Zhong Lingxiu was like a star in the night sky to them, hard to touch, then Gu Fenghua was a scorching sun in the sky, too dazzling for them to look up at.
After practicing hard all my life, what have I cultivated? It's better to find a big tree with a crooked neck and hang yourself! Many people have the same pessimistic thoughts in their hearts.
Sima Jingnan was not as pessimistic as they were. He pushed back the long sword that had just been ejected from its scabbard, and looked at Luo Enen and the others again in doubt.
At this moment, he finally understood why they were not worried, and they were still in the mood to eat chicken. Comparing the power of the sword, Zhong Lingxiu obviously cannot compare with Gu Fenghua. Compared with the subtlety of the sword, she may be thrown out by her more than ten blocks. If she is Gu Fenghua's friend, there is nothing to worry about.
In fact, it is true.
"To compete with Fenghua in sword skills, isn't that courting death?" Lonen gnawed on the chicken leg, and said disdainfully, and there was even a bit of pity in the eyes that glanced at Zhong Lingxiu.
"Yes, just talking about sword skills, there is no sword skill in this world that can compare with Fenghua's Eight Swords Guiyuan." Fatty Bai echoed, showing a flattering smile, "Give me another wing."
Luo Enen ate fairly well, but he moved much faster, and a chicken leg was eaten clean in two or three bites.
"A chicken only has two wings. If you eat them all, what will I eat?" Lonen said.
"Then give me the chicken breast." The fat man said.
"You're smart, just count the meat there." Luo Enen said angrily, "The chicken breast is mine. Do you want the chicken head and neck?"
"There is no meat at all, what do I want to do here?" The fat man said with disgust.
"Then I'll give you the chicken butt, which has a lot of meat." Lornen said.
"Forget it, give me the chicken neck." The fat man said helplessly.
Hearing the words of a few people faintly, black lines appeared on Sima Jingnan's forehead: Zhong Lingxiu is also a strong man of the seventh rank of the emperor, if it is not for bad luck to meet Gu Fenghua, he should be the generation that is unrivaled in the limelight Tianjiao, you are so focused on eating chicken that you don't even want to look at others, isn't it too embarrassing?
In Sima Jingnan's heart, an inexplicable sadness suddenly arose, not for himself, but for Zhong Lingxiu. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com