Chapter 2592: The same idea

   Chapter 2592 The same idea

  Until then, five purple holy beads appeared between Gu Fenghua's eyebrows, and the five holy soul beads also hovered behind her.

Although I had guessed long ago that Gu Fenghua's strength should be better than Luo En'en and others, but seeing her cultivation level of the 5th Heavenly Sage with his own eyes, Chen Wanqiao and others breathed a long sigh of relief, and their hearts finally fell. Really.

  Chang Wanfa and Swing Sword were of course equally surprised, but they were also a little helpless and melancholy. How long did it take to leave Nanlizong, Luo Enen has already reached the fourth rank of the Heavenly Sage, and Gu Fenghua has actually reached the fifth rank of the Heavenly Sage, and they had no choice but to be promoted to the Heavenly Sage by the secret method, and they could not condense the Holy Soul Orb. I can't make any further progress, alas!

   "No wonder I am more arrogant than my Mad Sword Sect, your strength is not weak." Pang Aoting looked at the holy pearl between Gu Fenghua's eyebrows and said with emotion.

   "Sect Master Pang's strength is not weak." Gu Fenghua replied politely.

With the nameless mind and eight swords taught by her elder brothers, her true combat power was much stronger than that of the same-level sage master. After receiving the power of the phoenix, she was stronger. The sword just now, In fact, compared to the ordinary Heavenly Saint Sixth Rank, Pang Aoting was able to draw a tie with her, apparently also having a combat power far surpassing his cultivation base. Regardless of his temperament, even as an opponent, he is worthy of respect.

   But respect belongs to respect, Gu Fenghua still has absolute confidence to defeat Pang Aoting.

  She can display such a powerful combat power, to a large extent, because of the Eight Swords of Tianyuan, and the use of the Eight Swords of Tianyuan consumes a lot of holy energy. Normally, even if the cultivation base reaches the fifth rank of Heavenly Sage, she can only use less than ten swords at most, but since condensing the second innate holy spirit root, her recovery speed has doubled, not to mention the hundred swords, at least Dozens of swords are not a problem.

  Pang Aoting is also the cultivation base of the fifth rank of the heavenly sage. Even if the foundation is solid, it will never be able to exert the sword power of the sixth rank of the heavenly sage. His wild sword dominates the sky, and it must be extremely sacred. Gu Fenghua believes that relying on the strength of the Eight Heavenly Origin Swords and the assistance of two innate holy spirit roots, he can drag him down even if he drags it down.

  As soon as the words fell, Gu Fenghua slashed out again with a single sword. Of course, he used the strongest sword technique: a sword breaks the sky.

   "I want to see how deep your foundation is, and how many times you can use it with such a powerful sword!" Pang Aoting snorted coldly, and cut his sword again.

  Hearing what he said, Gu Fenghua almost didn't laugh. It turned out that Pang Aoting had a solid foundation in self-reliance practice for many years, and his idea was exactly the same as his own.

  Well, let him see who has the deeper foundation!

  The sword lights intersect, there is a loud noise like thunder, and another piece of rubble is flying.

After the dust and smoke passed, the figures of the two also appeared in front of them again.

  Gu Fenghua still stood on the spot, half a step without moving, Pang Aoting went to take a half step back. Obviously, although there was no victory or defeat in this match, Pang Aoting had already fallen behind.

   "Let's bet, how many swords does Fenghua need to defeat Old Man Pang?" Lorne didn't know how to take out a handful of melon seeds, and said leisurely while nibbling.

   "What are you betting on?" Fatty Bai grabbed a few melon seeds from her hand and put them in his mouth.

   "Just bet on today's dinner, whoever loses will cook, or bet big, whoever loses will cook for a month." Lorne thought for a while and said.

   "...Forget it, don't bet, it's me cooking anyway." The white fat man patted his forehead and said with a green face.

  (End of this chapter)