"Poof!" Xia Hou's chop also seemed to be hit by an invisible huge hammer, and also spewed out a mouthful of blood.

"Iron eater! Go, go The Qi and blood in his inner organs were churning and moving. He finally came back to his senses. His face screamed in horror, and then he turned around and ran away.

The two old men also woke up, with a group of subordinates turned to escape, even faster than Xia houzhan.

Unfortunately, they thought it was too late to escape.

"One sword, holy return to yuan!" In the sweet voice of Qing Dynasty, Gu Fenghua had already come out of the breach and chopped them with a sword.

In fact, Xia houzhan shouldn't have escaped. Although his cultivation failed to reach the realm of Taoism and sainthood, he could not reach the realm of Taoism and sainthood in the ancient world of Xuming, but at least he was also the cultivation of Huasheng eight. If not, he could not have escaped from the sky under the siege of Shiwan Tianling guards.

Although Gu Fenghua has the cloud holding sword in her hand, the sword essence was too excited before, and most of the power of the sword spirit was consumed, so she could not give full play to her strongest fighting power. Unless she shows all her skills of pressing the bottom of the box without reservation, she may not be able to cut Xia Hou.

But it's a pity that he was used to running around a few years ago. When he saw that things were not going well, Xia houzhan's first thought was to flee.

Thus, Gu Fenghua's long-standing sword fell unstoppably on his back.

Before that, in order to use the Tiandi Baigu bottle, Xia houzhan was injured a lot. Then Obsidian bit the Tiandi Baigu bottle, and he was inevitably attacked. He finally recovered some of his injuries. How could he bear Gu Fenghua's most powerful sword?

"No!" The Holy Spirit of protecting the body collapses instantly. Xia houzhan immediately realizes that it's not good. He gives out a loud and unwilling roar. He wants to draw his sword to resist, and the eight holy rainbow also appears in his eyebrows.

But it was too late, and the sword was only half drawn out. The power of the sword was like the flood of breaking the dike, pouring into Wang Fu's six Zang organs, into the sea of Qi, into his heart, shaking his spirit.

The tall and strong body quickly turned into nothingness. Before he died, he finally turned around and finally looked at Gu Fenghua, his eyes full of unwilling.

In a flash of shadow, Xia houzhan disappeared in front of his eyes, and his spirit also disappeared in this ancient heaven.

The remaining power of the sword fell on the two elders and several subordinates.

Even Xia houzhan can't bear the power of Gu Fenghua's sword, not to mention them. After that fierce battle, their injuries were no lighter than Xia Hou's.

I underestimated them. I really shouldn't be greedy and make the idea of Xuming tiandijian. Feeling the terrible sword power behind them, their eyes were filled with despair and regret.

"Ah..." the next moment, a cry full of remorse, more than a dozen Taoist shadow into nothingness.

The eight saints, the emperor Xiaoyao and the emperor haokong were all helpless to kill him, and his subordinates died like this... Looking at the silent Valley and the blood on the ground, all of them stayed in the same place for a long time, but looking at Gu Fenghua's eyes, they were more in awe.

Sure enough, she didn't try her best to fight Ning yu'er last time.

Looking at this posture, Ning xiaotianwang is afraid that he will never get revenge for his whole life. He can only live in her shadow forever.

In awe, people look at Ning yu'er who is standing behind Gu Fenghua in a daze, and there is more pity in his eyes.