Chapter 2592

Until then, five purple holy pearls appeared in Gu Fenghua's eyebrows, and five holy soul pearls also flew behind her.

Although we have long guessed that Gu Fenghua's strength should be better than Luo en and others, Chen Wanqiao and others are relieved to see the cultivation of her five heavenly saints.

Of course, Chang Wanfa and swing sword were equally surprised, but at the same time, they were helpless and melancholy. How long have you been away from nanlizong? Luo en has already arrived at the fourth grade of Tiansheng, while Gu Fenghua has arrived at the fifth grade of Tiansheng. Unfortunately, they were forced to promote Tiansheng by secret method. They can't condense the holy soul beads. They can't make any further progress in their whole life. Alas!

"No wonder you are more arrogant than my kuangjianzong. Your strength is not weak." Pang aoting looked at Gu Fenghua's holy pearl between his eyebrows and said with emotion.

"Pang Zongzhu's strength is not weak either." Gu Fenghua replied politely.

By virtue of her brother's unknown mental skill and Tianyuan eight swords, her real combat power is much better than that of the same level holy master. After getting the power of the Phoenix, she is stronger. The sword just now is not much worse than the ordinary Tiansheng six grades. Pang aoting can draw with her, and obviously has a combat power far beyond cultivation. Regardless of temperament, even as an opponent, he deserves respect.

However, Gu Fenghua still has absolute confidence to defeat Pang aoting.

She can play such a powerful fighting force, largely because of Tianyuan eight swords, and the exertion of Tianyuan eight swords, the loss of Shengqi is great. Normally speaking, even if her cultivation attains the five points of heavenly saints, she can only cast less than ten swords at most. However, since she condensed the second congenital root of Holy Spirit, her recovery speed has been doubled. Not to mention a hundred swords, it is not a problem to cast at least dozens of swords.

Pang Ao Ting's appearance is also the cultivation of Tiansheng's five grades. Even if he has a solid foundation, he can never play the power of Tiansheng's six grades. His crazy sword dominates the sky, which is also a great consumption of Shengqi. Gu Fenghua believes that relying on the power of Tianyuan eight swords and the help of two congenital Holy Spirit roots, he can drag him down even if he drags.

As soon as the words fell, Gu Fenghua cut out again with one sword. Of course, he used the strongest sword skill: one sword to break the sky.

"I'd like to see how deep your foundation is. How many times can you use your sword power?" Pang Ao Ting gave a cold hum, and he cut it again with his sword.

Hearing what he said, Gu Fenghua almost didn't laugh. Originally, Pang as like as two peas, he had been deeply trained for many years and his idea was exactly the same as himself.

Well, let him see who is more deeply rooted!

Swords intersect, loud as thunder, but also a piece of gravel flying.

After the dust and smoke, the figure of the two also appeared in front of us again.

Gu Fenghua is still standing in the same place, half step does not move, Pang aoting to slightly back half step, obviously, this time, although the fight did not win or lose, but Pang aoting has fallen behind.

"Let's bet. How many swords does Fenghua need to defeat old man Pang?" Lorne didn't know how to take out a handful of melon seeds, and said leisurely while eating them.

"Bet on what?" The white fat man snatched a few melon seeds from her hand and put them into his mouth.

"Just bet on today's dinner, who loses and who cooks, or bet bigger and who loses and who cooks for a month." Lorne thought about it and said.

"... forget it, don't gamble. I cook anyway." The white fat man patted his forehead, his face turned green and said.