At the moment when the remaining power of the sword glow passed through his body, he could finally be sure: the power of this sword was indeed the ninth rank of Emperor Saint, the absolute ninth rank of Emperor Saint.
"That's right, so you underestimated us." Gu Fenghua said lightly.
"Impossible, how could you" Qi Qinghong stared at Gu Fenghua's young and beautiful face, muttered to himself, before he finished speaking, he fell straight on his back.
The vitality dissipated quickly, and the eyes that should have been empty were still full of confusion. To the point of death, he couldn't figure it out. Even if he was only at the seventh rank of Emperor Saint, even if he blew himself up, the holy beads should only explode at the eighth rank of Emperor Saint. How could the power of Gu Fenghua's sword reach that of Emperor Saint? Holy Grade Nine?
"Impossible, impossible!" Qi Qinghong was not the only one who couldn't figure it out, at the moment he fell, Gong Wenshi's equally confused voice sounded in his ears.
A long sword with a long and narrow blade, ancient and graceful shape passed through the chest. Blood gushed out along Xuehan's sword body, and at the same time, there was also abundant vitality in Gong Wenshi's body.
Looking at Ye Wuse, who was covered in blood, his eyes were full of horror and doubt.
Different from Qi Qinghong's majestic sword, his sword is even more fierce, and its ruthlessness is so strange that even the eldest grandson Luo Cang is full of praise. Even if Qi Qinghong faced his sword, he didn't dare to be careless, otherwise, if he was not careful, he might be injured by his sword.
Originally thought that with the absolute advantage in cultivation and the power of this sword, Ye Wuse would have absolutely no power to fight back. In fact, he did not guess wrong, Ye Wuse did not have the power to fight back - he did not fight back at all.
Facing his extremely fierce sword, Ye Wuse just rushed towards him with tears on his face.
Seeing the tears pouring down like raindrops in Ye Wuse's eyes, and the desolation on his face, Gong Wenshi even wondered if he knew that revenge was hopeless, and that's why he was so desperate.
But even so, Gong Wenshi would not be merciless, and the lightning-fast sword light still stabbed at Ye Wuse's vitals mercilessly.
Blood spattered out without accident, but Gong Wenshi was startled. He missed, this sword, he actually missed and stabbed Ye Wushi's shoulder.
Over the years, countless powerhouses have died under his sword, and among them are the powerhouses of the sixth or even seventh rank of Emperor Sage. However, no matter whether it is a strong sect or a hermit cultivator, they can't escape his fierce and strange sword that pierces the heart. But this time, the cold tip of the sword only pierced through Ye Wushi's shoulder. A cloud of blood was brought out, but such an injury obviously couldn't pose a fatal threat to him.
Without hesitation, Gong Wenshi stabbed out with his sword again.
Fresh blood sprayed out, and another blood arrow sprayed out from under Ye Wuse's flank!
But Gong Wenshi was even more surprised in his heart. Same as before, this sword was originally aimed at Ye Wushi's heart, but in the end, why did it fall under his side?
Could it be that he was able to defeat the mystery of his own sword? But how could this be possible, even though the swords of their brothers and sisters were personally handed down by their master, each of them has their own insights, even if the master makes a move, if he handles it carelessly, it will be difficult to discover the mystery.
Ye Wuse Emperor's sixth-rank cultivation base is one level behind him, and his age is obviously not too old. No matter how good his eyesight is, how can he detect the mystery. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com