Chapter 4820: 4820 Gu Fenghua hasn't shot yet

  Chapter 4820 4820 Gu Fenghua has not shot yet

  Unconsciously, the two have already fought a hundred swords. It can be seen that with every sword, they are going all out. Even if the emperor's sixth rank is strong, such a continuous effort to cut out a hundred swords, it is inevitable that the holy energy is not enough to succeed, but the two of them are weak. But there is no trace of fatigue on his face, and the power in the sword is still vast and majestic.

   "It's weird, why does he have such ample holy spirit?" In the crowd, a young man who went out to practice with the elders of the sect couldn't help but said.

  Of course he was talking about Fatty White. Don’t look at the disciples of Sima Batian who seem to be young, but don’t forget that the sage’s aging rate is much slower than that of ordinary people. The higher the cultivation level, the more so. If you are willing to lose some cultivation level, you can use it to keep your face. Nourishment, the aging rate will be slower, so his few disciples seem to be middle-aged, but if they condense their minds and take a closer look, it can be seen from their vitality that they are at least a thousand years old. , Even thousands of years old is not surprising.

After so many years of hard work, and with the background of a teacher like Sima Batian, their holy auras are extremely condensed, and they are endlessly vast like rivers and seas. It is reasonable to use such full force to even cut a hundred swords, but Fatty Bai He is really young, even if he cultivates from the mother's womb, it is only a mere twenty years old, how could he have such ample holy aura.

   "I'm afraid it's gritted my teeth." An old man said thoughtfully.

"Yeah, sail against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat. This match seems simple and direct, but in fact it is the same dangerous and dangerous. If he can't hold it, he will break his meridians with a single sword, bad luck or even on the spot. Bone to pieces, there is no place to be buried!" Another old man also nodded and said.

Although the sword skills of these two people are a little bit exquisite in comparison, they are even more powerful. In addition, both of them are strong in the sixth rank of the Emperor. If they can't hold on, they will be fierce. Good luck. Therefore, if you do not move, you can only go all out if you do it, even if you desperately, you can only survive to the end.

   "But, there are always times when you can't survive." The young man glanced at Fatty Bai and said worriedly.

   are all people of the same age. Seeing the strength of Ye Wuse and Fatty Bai, he was fascinated by himself, and at the same time he was worshipped, and would never want to see him hurt by the other's sword.

   "Yes, but the penance of others for thousands of years is comparable to his mere decades of practice. Alas, he shouldn't have faced each other head-on and head-on." Several old men sighed at the same time.

Although this fat white man is a little fatter, he can cultivate to the sixth emperor's rank at a young age. There is no doubt about his talent. The future can be described as unlimited. If he is given a few hundred years, even a hundred years. , The other party may not be his opponent, but at this time he is still too young to compete with others for thousands of years of penance, isn't that a court of death?

  Looking at Fatty Bai’s young face, everyone’s eyes were full of regret.

"By the way, Gu Fenghua hasn't taken any action yet, presumably she won't watch Fatty Bai lose his opponent." Seeing that the elders were not optimistic about the end of Fatty Bai, the young man was very anxious, suddenly thinking of something, and expecting. Said hopefully.

  Poor Lord Jun, just because of Zhong Lingjun's words, everyone didn't care about his real name, and he was directly called Fatty White.

  (End of this chapter)