At this time, Gu Fenghua is the strong, and it is the weak. Although there is such a huge gap in strength, don't forget that for monsters, the suppression of blood is also a part of strength and a very important part.

Is this girl in front of her possessed the most pure and noble divine animal blood?

With huntian's muddle headed mind at this time, it certainly couldn't figure out how to solve this problem. It just creeps on the ground and looks at Gu Fenghua in horror, letting the blood on his head soar, sliding quietly along the stone ladder, and then sliding again.

For the strong, sometimes running away is also a kind of provocation. The weak who dare to do so are often torn to pieces, and they live to see themselves torn to pieces.

If it is not chaos, it also has a strong bloodline of fierce beasts, and at the same time, it has the strength of semi trail saint. It even thinks that it should wash it white, put itself on the fire, cook it fragrant with oil and salt, and then tear it up and deliver it to her.

Fear, is still spreading, it trembles, down the stone ladder every inch, as if to exhaust the whole body strength.

"It hasn't been many years since I left. Are the fierce beasts weak like this now?" In the ear, suddenly came a faint voice, like doubt, like a sigh.

Huntian's whole body was shocked and his hair stood upright.

It's him. It's him! At the same time, the pressure from blood came down from the sky again.

Huntian finally realized that it was not Gu Fenghua, but the master of the voice, who made him tremble and even couldn't resist at all.

However, this did not make it feel lucky, nor did it feel happy, but it made it more afraid.

This time, it finally vaguely felt each other's Qi, which is more powerful than the most top beast in heaven, and even can compete with the emperor of heaven!

"Ao Wu..." huntian finally uttered a loud cry.

"Take a look. I know that Mr. huntian was too careless just now, so he was lucky enough to be taken by Gu Fenghua." Hearing this thrilling roar, Zheng Tengyuan, not far away, patted his chest and spat out a long breath.

Gu Fenghua's sword not only stunned the powerful men in the void, but also frightened him and he Xinda. Only then did he recover.

Originally still regret, should not work hard to run this muddy water, heard huntian this voice "roar", they just put down their heart.

They were closer to each other, and they could see Gu Fenghua's sword more clearly. In fact, they had been wondering for a long time: no matter how unexpected the sword power of the most holy fourth grade was, it was impossible to hurt the powerful one of the half path saints?

There is no doubt that huntian was careless just now.

If Gu Fenghua killed him with one sword just now, there is nothing to say, but unfortunately, her strength is still too weak after all. Since that sword can't kill huntian, the damned person is her.

The rage of the fierce beast, the rage of the half path saint, is what she can bear.

In the void, Cao Fangyi and others also thought of this section, and they were also relieved. At the same time, they felt a little regret for Gu Fenghua: after all, her strength was too weak. Such a good chance to live was just around the corner, and she couldn't grasp it.

It's a pity that they are all wrong. It's not Gu Fenghua that should be regretted, it's them. Is that roar? It's the roar of fear, OK?