"In front of Duan Qingyun, how many of you can escape?" Duan Qingyun gave a sneer. Although the original place did not move, the sound seemed to ring in my ears.

A giant palm of heavenly spirit appeared on the top of his head again, completely covering Gu Fenghua.

"A sword, break the sky!" Gu Fenghua had been prepared. When he asked angrily just now, he had already secretly accumulated Holy Spirit. At this time, he tried his best to cut it out.

When she took the shot, she had some good expectations in her heart: this time, she was facing a real Royal envoy, not a holy spirit. This kind of identity and strength should be enough to be worthy of the sword, which has the habit of cleanliness. It should come out of its sheath again.

Unfortunately, the result let her down. Although the long sword wrapped in the silk cloth vibrated and roared, a layer of hazy white light appeared outside the scabbard, just like a white flame burning quietly, but there was no sign of the sword coming out of the scabbard.

It seems that whether the sword is willing to come out of its sheath or not depends not only on the strength of its opponent, but also on its mood. At this time, it obviously does not have that mood.

In desperation, Gu Fenghua can only do his best. The five products of Tiansheng can be regarded as an expert. It's natural that you can't underestimate the strength of the sword. With the sword cut down, there was a sound of wind and thunder in the night sky.

However, the gap between heaven saint and Emperor saint, which is so easy to make up? Duan Qingyun lightly belittled the enemy and let Gu Fenghua save his life. How could he make the same mistake this time?

"Dong!" Gu Fenghua's sword, which he cut with all his strength, fell on that day's spirit giant palm, just like cutting on an indestructible stone. The sword was smashed and streamed, as if a fireworks were in full bloom, but the huge shadow of the palm was unharmed.

"It's just a mole ant, who wants to shake the towering giant tree, ignorant and fearless!" Duan Qingyun snorted scornfully.

On the top of his head, the giant palm of the heavenly spirit gently pinched. Gu Fenghua's body shape was fierce. He stopped in the air and felt that he was held by an invisible hand. Five fingers squeezed and kneaded.

Under the great power, their bodies came to a cackle, as if the whole body would be completely crushed. In fact, it's also thanks to the fact that their bodies are much stronger than those of the same level of saints. Otherwise, they would not have been as if they had been kneaded into meat mud by this brutal force.

Of course, even if we can save our lives for the time being, a few people will feel very bad. Their faces are full of pain, and the corners of their mouths exude dark red blood.

What's worse, being held by the invisible Holy Spirit, their holy spirit seems to be completely solidified and can't work at all, which means that they have no resistance at all, just like the fish on the chopping board and can only be slaughtered.

"Eh!" I didn't expect that Gu Fenghua's body defense was so strong that Duan Qingyun said softly again. Even the nine level monster, which is famous for its defense, can't stop the power of its virtual spirit giant palm. How could Gu Fenghua have such a strong body when he was young?

What secrets are hidden in these people? With this in mind, Duan Qingyun is not in a hurry to kill Gu Fenghua, and subconsciously stops working.

At this time, a divine light from Gu Fenghua's body soared to the sky, toward that day's spirit giant palm. If you look closely, it turns out to be an ancient Dan stove.

Artifact, she can sacrifice artifact! Duan Qingyun was surprised again.