Chapter 4386: 4386 I want to see

  Chapter 4386 4386 I want to see

  Zhen Fengliu and Liang Yicheng also looked surprised, and took back the steps they had just taken.

   Yuan Daoling's eyebrows fiercely tucked, and a sneer on his face.

  With the cultivation base of Emperor Gu Fenghua’s sacred seventh stage, facing Yuan Shangqing’s soul-killing Dao body alone, he was even in the autumn and did not lose sight of the wind. How could this be possible?

  Not only them, but even Weng Yuanming and Luo Enen, who had already trusted and worshiped Gu Fenghua and were almost stunned. In fact, except for Ye Yunji, who was standing beside Gu Fenghua, everyone present was stunned.

   "Soul-killing Dao Body, but that's it." For a while, Gu Fenghua let out a sigh of relief, and said disapprovingly.

Even if her true combat power far exceeds her cultivation base, she alone faces the soul-killing dao body that was originally cultivated by the eighth rank of the emperor, she still dare not care, this sword goes all out, and her beautiful face is blushing. Thin beads of perspiration also ooze from the forehead. However, the eyes are full of joy.

  I always thought that I had already cultivated the Eight Swords Guiyuan to the extreme, and had fully understood the essence of it. She didn't know until today that she was wrong. It turned out that many of the profound meanings of this sword skill had never been understood by her before.

  It’s not surprising to think about it, these Eight Swords of Return to Yuan were taught by the brothers themselves, and of course they also came from the Supreme Heaven. Compared with the Supreme Heaven, the sacred cultivation of the Promise Shengtian is indeed weaker than that. She wants to understand the essence of it, but how easy is it?

  In his mind, the vicissitudes of life and the vicissitudes of life once again appeared, and the reincarnation of life and death appeared again, which was confirmed by the duality of the sword just now, and Gu Fenghua's understanding of the return of the eight swords to the yuan was deepened.

"Gu Fenghua, don't get too proud of you too early! I'd like to see it. Just how many times can you use this kind of sword with the cultivation base of your seventh emperor's holy rank, and how long can you hold on to it?" See Gu Fenghua With that dismissive scornful smile, Yuan Daoling recovered, his old face suddenly blackened.

  After speaking, her palm sank, Yuan Shangqing let out a dull roar like a monster, and then rushed towards Gu Fenghua.

The powerful sacred aura of the Eighth Stage of the   Emperor Saint erupts with the palms thin, but it also carries the extremely cold death aura, faintly, as if a dark cloud rolls over.

  Even if they were outside the battle, or even far away from the courtyard, everyone felt that the hairs on their bodies were standing upright.

  Yuan Daoling’s face once again showed the sneer of the evil bird.

  If you want to cultivate into the soul-killing body, you must self-mutilate the soul-killing soul. In three years, you have suffered from the soul-killing, and after the cultivation is completed, even if the spiritual intelligence is almost completely lost, it is still hard to escape the suffering. Paying such a large price is more than just surmounting the calamity of life and death.

  Once the soul-killing body is cultivated, the body will no longer know the pain, the sword will not be extinguished, the fire and water will not destroy the poison, and will never be exhausted, unless the last trace of the holy qi combined with the evil spirit of the dead is exhausted, otherwise it will never stop.

   Gu Fenghua’s sword just now must have done her best, otherwise with her cultivation level, it would never be possible to tie Yuan Shangqing’s soul-killing body. However, for an emperor's seventh rank, how many times can such a sword be used, how long can she persist under Yuan Shangqing's endless attacks?

   "Boom!" The long sword cut out, and the two figures separated again, each stepping back a few steps.

   is evenly matched, still not distinguished.

   Seeing this, Yuan Shaochong couldn't laugh a bit, and the other Saint Yuanzong disciples behind them opened their mouths slightly, all with a look of horror.

  (End of this chapter)