Chapter 5305

Tang Yongxing's sword is the same as Luo en's conjecture. Although the name of the sword move is the same as that of Qi Qinghong and others, when the sword falls, it turns into thunder light, such as electric snake dancing, and thunders fall. The whole broken space is full of thunder.

In contrast, Cheng indifference's sword is much simpler. Sword straight cut, that a powerful incomparable power, such as the invisible mountain, toward the white fat man, as if to smash everything in the world.

"One sword, cut the flood!"

"Nine days, magic thunder!"

"Beidou, batian!"

"Holy Spirit, tianpo!"

Gu Fenghua's words are easy, but in the face of opponents whose strength exceeds his own level, his heart is not so easy. At the same time, they also grasped the ancient sword in their hands and rushed to their opponents in front of them. Between their brows, the golden pearls also sparkle with dazzling brilliance.

Gu Fenghua's expression is still so confident and calm, but Qi Qinghong's expression on the opposite side has changed greatly. Behind him, he is also soaked in a layer of cold sweat.

Gu Fenghua's eyebrows, there are still only seven holy beads flashing, but the Holy Spirit from the wrapped in the silk cloth in the transmission of the sword, condensed out of the sword is absolutely not so simple. The oppressive pressure was beyond the reach of the emperor's seven products.

The power of this sword has clearly reached the eighth grade of emperor's Saint - no, no, it's not the eighth grade of emperor's saint, but the ninth grade of emperor's saint!

Impossible, impossible! With her cultivation of the seventh grade of emperor and Saint, even if she can stimulate her potential to the extreme, even if she explodes the holy pearl, she can only display the sword power of the eighth grade of emperor and Saint at most. How can she be the ninth grade of emperor and Saint?

Qi Qinghong roared in his heart that it was impossible, but the pressure brought by the sword was so clear and heavy.

His face, no longer the previous contempt, there is no proud smile. There's no time to think about it. I hope qinghongfei will step back quickly, but no matter how fast, how fast can he get Gu Fenghua's sword? Just in the blink of an eye, the sword was in front of me. In desperation, Qi Qinghong could only bite his teeth and report his death. Later, he continued to do his best to cut it out.

"Hum..." the ancient sword sounds like a dragon's song. At a critical moment, Qi Qinghong brings the profound meaning of the sword into full play.

The sword swept the sky, as if the stars were falling in the sky. It was so magnificent and exquisite. Unfortunately, when it comes to magnificence and perfection, who can compare with Gu Fenghua's Tianyuan eight swords? It's from the supernatural.

The two swords met face to face and chopped heavily together. There was only a loud bang. The sword, which was like the falling of nine stars, was split from it and passed away for thousands of mornings.

Then, with a crack, Qi Qinghong's ancient sword broke off and fell to the ground.

The sword's lingering power fell on Qi Qinghong's chest. An invisible Qi blade passed through him, but he stood in the same place petrified.

Apart from the broken space, there is the boundless abyss. The turbulent winds are surging with each other and still give out the sharp roar. However, in his ears, there is a sudden silence, and his mind is also as ethereal as ever, as if he were a baby again.

"Emperor saint, Jiupin!" Qi Qinghong said suddenly.