Chapter 1680: Don't know how to write dead words
Chapter 1680 Don't know how to write dead words
Ask yourself, even if they do it themselves, it will be difficult to easily defeat Gu Fenghua, but this time, Gu Fenghua’s combat power is obviously much weaker than before. What is the reason?
Among all the people, only Lorne remained calm, with a thoughtful smile in his eyes.
"One sword, weeping ghosts!" Without letting everyone think about it, Gu Fenghua stabilized his figure and slashed towards Hua Qianyuan with another sword. However, the power of this sword is still indistinguishable from the previous one.
"It turns out that you only have this strength. I will give you three more tricks to convince you of death." Hua Qianyuan was arrogant. He had seen the tragic situation of Hua Mingyu and a group of Shuiyun sect disciples before, how high is it? I looked at Gu Fenghua for a few minutes, and now I saw that her "real" strength was nothing more than this, how could it put her in my eyes, and said contemptuously, it was another palm shot.
"Boom!" Amid the loud noise, Gu Fenghua was shaken out again, his face turned pale, and his injuries were obviously serious.
While in the air, Gu Fenghua gritted his teeth, forcibly stabilized his figure, and attacked again, but after being injured, the power of this sword weakened again.
"The light of the rice grains, dare to compete with the sun and the moon!" Hua Qianyuan's expression became even more contemptuous, and the palm power he shot was a bit weaker.
He didn't want to kill Gu Fenghua so quickly, he must abolish her cultivation base, let her suffer all the hardships, and she can't survive, so that he can avenge the blood and hatred for the baby son, and then he can calm his heart.
The sword light collided with the palm strength in the air, and there was almost no suspense. Gu Fenghua was shocked again and flew upside down, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and then fell heavily to the ground.
"With this strength, I actually dare to hurt my disciple Shui Yunrong. I don't know how to write the word for death." Upon seeing this, Hua Qianyuan looked down upon Gu Fenghua a bit, and said dismissively.
It turned out that Hua Mingyu not only learned from his father the biggest stinking problem of the arrogant and domineering man, he also learned the mantra that he often talks about.
Gu Fenghua wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth and attacked again with a sword. Only after taking two steps, he staggered a few times and almost fell to the ground, apparently seriously injured.
"My elder!" Seeing this scene, all Nan Lizong disciples were anxious and worried, and subconsciously looked towards Chang Wanfa and Swing Sword.
Even the blind can see that Gu Fenghua is definitely not Hua Qianyuan’s opponent, and only Chang Qiu Er can save her in the entire Nanli Sect.
Chang Wanfa and Swing Jian both lowered their heads at the same time, only when they did not see their gaze asking for help.
Recalling the scene where Gu Fenghua stood up just now and wanted to bear the anger of Hua Qianyuan with his own strength, they were also a little moved. But thinking of the power of Shui Yunzong, how can the two of them have the courage to make a move.
Regardless of both being the first rank of Heavenly Rank, Hua Qianyuan’s strength is not stronger than the two of them, but don’t forget, Hua Qianyuan is only the seventh elder of Shuiyunzong, and even he has the first rank of Heavenly Rank cultivation base. What level of cultivation should the six elders and suzerain himself who are still above him, and how strong should the entire Shuiyun Sect be?
If they fight against Hua Qianyuan, they will inevitably break their skin with Shui Yunzong. At that time, not to mention losing the support and assistance of the Shuiyun Sect, it is even possible to destroy the Sect.
Even if Hua Qianyuan had already revealed his wolf ambition, it was just to talk about it, and there was not necessarily no room for dealing with it. If it were to tear his skin thoroughly, Nan Lizong would really be over. The more they think about it, the more disturbed they are, how can they dare to make a move?
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