Chapter 811

Lornen also clenched their swords and watched warily at Xiang Wushang, Chen Xinzhong, Fu Cheng and he Xudong.

However, they soon knew that their nervousness was superfluous. When Gu Fenghua's magic sword came out of its sheath, the contest was over.

"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha..." a series of explosions sounded from Chen Xinzhong, Fu Cheng and he Xudong.

The bones on their bodies were broken one by one, and blood arrows were sprayed out of their veins, making a dull sound.

"How could it be, no, no, how could it be!" Their eyes finally restored the pure brightness, a face confused, panic said.

"Help me, Dean, help me!" Finally, they reacted to what was going on and uttered a cry of fear for help.

Unfortunately, no one can save them. Everyone can see that their injury at this time has nothing to do with Gu Fenghua, because in the face of Gu Fenghua's last powerful sword, they have no strength at all. They are shocked out before they get close to them, which is clearly the price of forcibly improving their combat power.

Just in a moment, several people's bones were broken into slag and collapsed in a pool of blood like mud. That pair of gray eyes, but also full of unwilling. Obviously, they didn't even think of such a result.

This sad and cruel scene made everyone shudder and turn their heads.

However, this is not the most cruel, more cruel is still behind.

"Gu Fenghua, you are really strong. I underestimate you." Xiang Wushang looks at Gu Fenghua and says word by word.

As soon as his voice fell, he saw his black flame burning fiercely again. But this time, it didn't reappear, but the whole person was burning.

In the air, there were bursts of scorching smell, which turned the holy master's robe on the body into ashes, and the muscles melted in the fire, revealing the white bones.

"Ah..." the scream rang through the world.

"Wu Dingbei, you hurt me. You hurt me like this." Xiang Wushang turns around and roars at Wu Dingbei.

Wu Ding looked at it with no expression in the north. He was helpless. He didn't think that Su Muyun's secret method of forcibly improving his combat power was so terrible.

Thinking of Su Muyun's charming eyes, Wu Dingbei felt chilly.

In the scream, Xiang Wushang suddenly sprang up and rushed out of the competition field.

Seeing his burning black flame and the white bones in the fire, how dare anyone stop him? Several ups and downs, Xiang Wushang disappeared out of sight.

"This grand ceremony of the ten sides will prosper China and win!" Mr. Shuiyue looked in the direction of no injury, sighed and announced the result of the competition.

In fact, Xiang Wushang's accomplishments should be very good. In recent hundreds of years, Mr. Shuiyue hasn't seen a stronger young man than him at the Shifang ceremony. It's a pity that he met Gu Fenghua!

Under the stage, all Xinghua people are cheering!

"I didn't expect that you could win. After all, I underestimated you." In the crowd, Su Muyun watched Gu Fenghua for a long time, and his eyes became colder and colder.

There is also a person who has been watching Gu Fenghua. After Gu Fenghua wakes up, he finally takes a long breath, and his heart finally relaxes. The fist that has been clenched is also loosened.