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Chapter 5305: 5305 is still so confident and calm

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    Tang Yongxing's sword was exactly as Luo Enen guessed. Although the name of the sword move was the same as that used by Qi Qinghong and others, when the sword glow fell, it turned into thunderbolts, dancing like electric snakes, and thunderstorms followed.  , The entire shattered space was filled with the roar of thunder.

    In comparison, Cheng Moran's sword is much simpler.  The sword light cut straight, and that incomparably tyrannical force, like an invisible mountain, blasted towards Fatty White, as if it could shatter everything in the world.

    "One sword, cut the prehistoric world!"

    "Nine days, Phantom Thunder!"

    "Beidou, Batian!"

    "Holy soul, heaven breaks!"

    Gu Fenghua and the others said it easily, but they were not so relaxed in the face of an opponent whose strength was one level above their own.  At the same time as the opponent made a move, they also clenched the ancient swords in their hands, and rushed towards their respective opponents.  Between their eyebrows, golden holy beads also shone with dazzling brilliance.

    Gu Fenghua's expression was still so confident and calm, but Qi Qinghong's expression on the opposite side changed drastically, and his back was instantly drenched in a layer of cold sweat.

    Between Gu Fenghua's brows, there are still only seven holy beads shining, but the holy air is transmitted from the long sword wrapped in silk cloth, and the condensed sword light is definitely not that simple.  The coercion that is so oppressive that it is hard to breathe is not at all what the seventh rank of the Emperor Saint can achieve.

    The power of this sword has clearly reached the eighth rank of Emperor Saint¡ª¡ªno, no, it is not the eighth rank of Emperor Saint, but the ninth rank of Emperor Saint!

    Impossible, impossible!  With her seventh-rank Emperor Sage cultivation base, even if her potential is stimulated to the extreme, even if she blew up the holy bead, she can only display the sword power of the eighth-rank Emperor Sage at most. How could she be the ninth-rank Emperor Sage?

    Qi Qinghong roared in his heart that it was impossible, but the coercion brought by that sword light was so clear, so heavy and oppressive.

    On his face, there was no previous contempt anymore, let alone that proud smile.  Before he had time to think about it, Qi Qinghong retreated quickly, but no matter how fast he was, how could it be faster than Gu Fenghua's sword that he was determined to win?  Just in the blink of an eye, the sword light was in front of him.  In desperation, Qi Qinghong could only grit his teeth fiercely, and continued to slash out with his sword with all his strength in repayment of the desperation of being put to death and reborn.

    "Om" The long cry of the ancient sword was like the chant of a dragon. At a critical moment, Qi Qinghong brought the profound meaning of this sword to the extreme.

    The sword light swept across the sky, like the stars falling from the nine heavens, so magnificent, so exquisite.  It's a pity, when it comes to grandeur and exquisiteness, who can compare with Gu Fenghua's Tianyuan Eight Swords, this is a peerless magic from the sky.

    The two sword beams met face to face, and they slashed together, only to hear a loud bang, the sword beam, like a star falling from the nine heavens, was split from it, and disappeared after thousands of morning stars.

    Immediately afterwards, with a crisp "click", the ancient long sword in Qi Qinghong's hand broke from the middle and fell to the ground.

    The remaining power of the sword light was not exhausted, it landed on Qi Qinghong's chest, and an invisible air blade passed through him, but he himself stood on the spot like petrified.

    Beyond the shattered space, there is the boundless abyss, the turbulent winds are stirring each other, and there is still that sharp whistling, but there is a sudden silence in his ears, and his mind is also unprecedentedly ethereal, as if he has returned to the baby.  hour.

    "Disheng, rank nine!" Qi Qinghong said suddenly.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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