Chapter 4557: 4557 I'm not talking about it

  Chapter 4557 4557 is not rants

Although she can't maximize her strength in this way, Teng Hongtu is too underestimate to let her fight like a wooden stake, but even 50% of her strength may not be able to make it out. Under the rise, it is strange not to be seriously injured.

   Once he was seriously injured, it would not be so easy to escape for his life. How could Gu Fenghua give him a chance?

  Cut out with one sword, Gu Fenghua finally showed his strength to the fullest. The roar of the sword dragon wrapped in the silk cloth, the divine light and the seven sacred beads with golden light finally appeared between her eyebrows.

  "Emperor Sage Seventh Stage, she turned out to be Emperor Sage Seventh Stage!" In the crowd, there was another exclamation, and some disciples with low spirits of cultivation base were frightened by the mighty sword power, and they fell directly to the ground.

  Even the elder Taishang and others stared with horror.

  Until then, they knew that Gu Fenghua’s words were not rants at all, and Teng Hongtu really couldn’t resist even a single move of her!

   Seeing the shocking sword light that was slashed on the face, and watching the holy pearl flashing between Gu Fenghua's eyebrows, Teng Hongtu of course also understood his true strength, and there was still a little bit of contempt on his face.

   "Fucked, fooled, this little girl's film is so cunning, so treacherous, so..." At this moment, Teng Hongtu regretted hitting the wall with all his heart, and cursed in his heart, and hurriedly drew out the sword.

As he drew his sword, there was a burst of pain in his chest—Gu Fenghua’s palm not only shattered his five organs and six internal organs, but even the hard breastbone was cracked. Even if he moved his arm lightly, it would be painful to involve the wound, but he couldn't care about that much because of life and death.

  The long sword came out of its sheath, and the holy energy was poured into it without reservation. Seven golden holy beads also appeared on his forehead.

  Emperor Sacred Seventh Stage, this old man has even reached the Emperor Sage Seventh Stage.

  Gu Fenghua secretly rejoiced, but fortunately, this old man was looking for death on his own. He had to let him three tricks, otherwise it would be difficult for him to keep him.

  Will you be killed while you are sick! Seeing Teng Hongtu's true strength, Gu Fenghua would not be soft-hearted. Without waiting for him to condense the holy energy of the Seventh-Rank Emperor to the extreme, the sword light in his hand has already fallen in the air.

  Teng Hongtu had no choice but to gritted his teeth and raised his sword fiercely.

  "Qiang!" With a crisp sound, the ancient and clumsy long sword in Teng Hongtu's hand was cut off. I was spitting out old blood, and flew out again.

He smashed to the ground heavily. He was holding a half-length sword, trying to prop up his body, but just when he raised his head, he heard a soft sound of ding, and his hand broke the sword inch by inch, leaving only one hilt, which was small and thin. His body fell to the ground again and couldn't get up again. He could only put his neck back hard, staring at Gu Fenghua firmly. His eyes were full of unwillingness and shame.

The powerhouse of the dignified emperor sacred seventh grade unexpectedly lost to a little girl who was still stinky, and was so embarrassed that he completely got down without even showing his true strength. There is even more shame in the world than this. Thing?

As a saint teacher, the disciples of the Yunchuan Sect and several elders can also imagine Teng Hongtu's mood at this time, and can better understand his unwilling gaze, which is deeply ashamed. Even if he hates him deeply, he is involuntary in his heart. mercy.

  (End of this chapter)