Of course, Gu Fenghua is already very satisfied to be able to compete with a strong man of the eighth rank of Huasheng with his cultivation base of the sixth grade of Huasheng. After all, the other party is not only two levels higher than her in cultivation, but also the descendant of the King of Heaven, and the sword he holds is absolutely extraordinary.
Gu Fenghua is satisfied, and Ning Qingshu and others will definitely not be satisfied with such a result.
Looking at the pale-faced Fu Yaotian, their eyes became even more skeptical: even a powerhouse of the eighth-rank Huasheng could not beat a sixth-rank Huasheng in a pure competition of sword skills. .
With such a result, Fu Yaotian was even more dissatisfied, noticing the suspicious eyes of Ning Qingshu and others, his heart was almost torn into pieces.
"Kill!" With a roar, Fu Yaotian charged up again.
One sword, two swords, three swords Daoist swords slashed in the sky, and the blood-colored knife light flickered in it, interweaving a dazzling and strange light.
In just a short moment, Fu Yaotian slashed out ten swords. Gu Fenghua didn't take half a step back, and he also slashed with ten swords.
At this moment, Gu Fenghua once again realized how mysterious the training method that his father had tailored for him was.
The laws of the Xuming Ancient Domain are distorted, and the aura of the world is chaotic. Although other people can practice in the middle, but the speed is several times slower than usual, and it is much more difficult to recover the holy energy, but not only her cultivation speed is not affected at all, even the recovery speed of the blood power is faster than usual several times faster.
Although her cultivation was two levels lower than the opponent's, with her powerful bloodlines, the might of Qingyun Sword's Dao weapon, and the Cangchen Sacred Pattern, she did not fall behind in the face of Fu Yutian.
For four weeks, everyone was stunned.
With the cultivation base of the sixth rank of Huasheng, facing the majestic eighth rank of Huasheng, and it is not the ordinary eighth rank of Huasheng, but Fu Yaotian who is known as the little heavenly king of the mirror, Gu Fenghua did not lose the wind in the slightest!
Seeing the towering sword lights and the bloody sword lights, everyone was dazzled, and there was a brief blank in their minds.
"Clang!" Suddenly, a soul-stirring sound of metal and iron clanging came to my ears.
I saw that Fu Yaotian's whole body was shaken, and he even retreated a few steps in a row. When he stabilized his figure, a glaring bloodstain gushed out from the corner of his mouth.
Lost! Fu Yaotian was defeated again.
Only then did everyone know that they still underestimated Gu Fenghua. Not only did she not lose the wind in the slightest, she clearly had an absolute advantage.
There was a dead silence in the crowd. Looking at Gu Fenghua who was still standing there, except for a slightly pale face, there was nothing unusual about Gu Fenghua, those who had spared no effort to sneer at her all trembled.
They lowered their heads deeply with the fastest speed.
Defeating Fu Yaotian of the eighth rank of Huasheng with the cultivation of the sixth rank of Huasheng, how terrifying her real combat power must be, and how terrifying the divine sword in her hand must be!
Thinking of the previous cold wave and sarcasm, they only felt hot-faced, ashamed and fearful, even Gu Fenghua's not-so-sharp eyes could scare them out of their wits. Many people's legs were weak, and they almost fell to their knees in fright.
Lin Yujing, Feng Qirui and others were also trembling, but they were not scared, but because they were too excited. They vowed to follow Gu Fenghua before, just out of gratitude, but now, apart from gratitude, they are more proud, and even feel deeply grateful that they have the honor to follow such a genius. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com