"Well, he was lucky in the past. This time, I'll show you the methods of our fazong." Chang Wanfa snorted and said unconvinced.
"Are you sure that Jizong Jianling jiuxiao is a vegetarian? This time, Fang Yunan will definitely lose." Swing sword said with disapproval.
The two elders began to fight again, and they were full of confidence in their disciples. They didn't notice the difference in Han Yangshu's and Fang Yunan's eyes.
Under the stage, Gu Fenghua's expression is more and more dignified.
On the way to nanlizong, she has seen Han Yangshu do it more than once. She can't understand his strength any more. At a glance, she can see that Han Yangshu's sword Ling jiuxiao has exceeded his real strength. It's obvious that she has broken out his potential to the extreme. This sword can be described as indomitable and life and death.
However, judging from the previous situation, he did not deliberately stimulate potential, and with his strength, he only won without losing, so there is no need to take risks.
From the previous performance of Fang Yunan, this move is also beyond his true level. Gu Fenghua can even feel that his holy spirit is burning desperately.
Within a few seconds, Han Yangshu had already combined the sword and man, and rushed into the shadow of the sword with two shadows. The flashing shadows of the sword came from all directions, and the long sword in his hand was like an arrow to Fang Yunan's heart. Two people's eyes, floating a touch of purple awn, no half hesitation, half fear, only a strong sense of killing.
No! Gu Fenghua's heart sank.
If Han Yangshu and Fang Yunan are still sober, they will never really fight for death. It's just a contest. It's not the hatred of killing their father and robbing their wife. There's no need to fight for their lives.
But now, both of them have obviously lost their senses. The final result is that they will lose both sides. No, it's impossible to lose both sides. Only one result can be achieved.
Gu Fenghua had an intuition that the reason why they fought so hard and even lost their sense was related to the faint purple halo in their eyes.
If it's just Fang Yunan, anyway, she doesn't know him, and she's not the goddess of mercy. What does it matter to her whether he lives or dies? But Han Yangshu is his friend, and she can't be helpless.
"A sword, startle the world!" Gu Fenghua jumps to the test platform, and his sword splits out between them.
She was worried that her hand would be too shocking, and she was also worried that she would hurt two people. So she used one of the eight swords to return to the Yuan Dynasty. However, even if the power of this sword was far less than that of a sword crying ghosts and gods, its power was by no means comparable to the common sword skills.
It was like thunder landing on the test platform. There was a loud noise. Fang Yunan's thousands of sword shadows, which contained the power of thunder and lightning, turned into nothingness. He stepped back several steps, and Han Yangshu's remnant shadows disappeared at the same time.
Looking at Gu Fenghua, the purple halo in their eyes gradually disappeared and they regained consciousness.
"Just now, what happened?" Both of them are at a loss.
As soon as the words were heard, they felt a burst of emptiness on their bodies, as if all their strength had been emptied. Their feet softened and they fainted to the ground at the same time.
Gu Fenghua breathes a long sigh of relief. The power of her sword is well controlled. Han Yangshu and Han Yangshu are not injured. They just over stimulate their potential to burn holy Qi, which leads to deficiency in the body. After a short rest, they will be OK.
All the people under the stage were shocked by Gu Fenghua's sword. It took quite a while for them to recover.