Chapter 806

In addition, there is another point. Other secret arts may not cause too much damage to the meridians. After healing, they can recover as before. However, she knows that it's only for the holy masters below Xuansheng. In fact, those secret arts will damage the root of the Holy Spirit, but the degree of damage is different. It doesn't matter much under Xuansheng. Once they are above Xuansheng, That kind of injury may become an obstacle that can never be crossed. She doesn't want to gamble on her own cultivation.

Although the golden needle soul piercing technique is likely to hurt her mind because of her extreme pain, her mind is far better than that of the holy master at the same level, and she may not be able to bear that kind of pain.

In the final analysis, this is the choice she has no choice. From another perspective, it can be regarded as her best choice.

"Boom!" In the loud sound, a Shentian sword awn and four sword awn meet again, burst out a group of air awn which is more dazzling than the noon sun. The earth trembles with it.

In the loud sound, Xiang Wushang and Chen Xinzhong were shocked back by Gu Fenghua.

Gu Fenghua, on the other hand, almost fell to the ground with a soft foot. Finally, he relied on the ground with his sword to stabilize his body.

That pair of eyes, which were as clear as spring, had become a blood red, the silver teeth were almost crushed, and the blood was oozing between the teeth.

This is what kind of pain ah, every meridian, as if cut to pieces by a sharp blade, every bone, as if all broken into slag, that endless pain, full of every inch of the body, make people miserable!

Just looking at her blood red eyes and the blood flowing from her teeth, we can imagine what kind of pain she was suffering. Even the Guanghua people under the stage could not bear it and turned their heads.

"Yes, it can still block my sword, but I'll see how long you can hold on." Xiang Wushang has no pity at all. He smiles and cuts it out with a sword. On his side, Chen Xinzhong, Fu Cheng and he Xudong followed closely.

The previous pain made it difficult for Gu Fenghua to work. The pain at this time was ten times, maybe a hundred times stronger than before. How could she work and gather Qi? Staring at Xiang Wushang, Gu Fenghua takes out a gold needle and stabs it into his eyebrow.

"Boom!" In the loud sound, several figures were shaken out again.

Gu Fenghua's feet softened and finally fell to the ground.

"Fenghua!" With tears on his face, Lorne wanted to help Gu Fenghua, but he couldn't stand up.

"I'm... OK." Gu Fenghua said difficultly, leaning on the long sword, stood up little by little.

Her hand holding the handle of the sword was slightly deformed, but it was obviously not because of the injury, but because of too much pain and excessive exertion. Her eyes, ears, mouth and nose also exuded a bloodstain and dyed her white clothes red.

Opposite, Xiang Wushang said nothing and raised his sword again.

Gu Fenghua took out a gold needle again with trembling hands.

"Give up, let's give up!" I don't know when, nine Prince is also full of tears.

"Give up, let's give up!" Even the people from Xinghua under the stage choked and cried.

"No, they won't last long!" Gu Fenghua took a deep breath and stabbed the gold needle firmly into the center of his eyebrows.

On the other side, Xiang Wushang is also bleeding from the seven orifices. Chen Xinhe, Fu Li and he Xudong's clothes have been soaked with blood. This is obviously due to the rupture of the meridians. Although they are still expressionless and don't seem to feel any pain, Gu Fenghua still finds that their eyes are gray and become more and more gloomy.