Chapter 5305: 5305 Still so confident and calm
Chapter 5305 5305 is still so confident and calm
Tang Yongxing’s sword is exactly the same as Luo Enn’s guess. Although the name of the sword stroke is the same as that used by Qi Qinghong and others, when the sword light falls, it turns into a ray of light, like an electric snake dancing, and a ray of thunder follows. , There was a roar of thunder in the entire shattered space.
In contrast, Cheng Moran's sword is much simpler. The sword light cut straight, that tyrannical force, like an invisible mountain, blasted towards Fatty Bai, as if it could smash everything in the world.
"One sword, kill the wild!"
"Nine days, magic thunder!"
"Beidou, Batian!"
"Holy soul, the sky is broken!"
Gu Fenghua said it lightly, but facing opponents whose strength exceeded their own level, they were not so easy in their hearts. At the same time when the other party made a move, they also clenched the ancient divine swords in their hands and rushed towards the opponents in front of them respectively. Between their eyebrows, golden holy beads also shone with dazzling brilliance.
Gu Fenghua's expression is still so confident and calm, but Qi Qinghong's expression on the opposite side changes drastically, and his back is also instantly saturated with a layer of cold sweat.
On Gu Fenghua's eyebrows, there are still only seven sacred beads shining, but the holy energy is transmitted from the long sword wrapped in silk cloth, and the condensed sword light is definitely not that simple. That depressing pressure that was hard to breathe was simply beyond the reach of the Seventh-Rank Emperor.
The power of this sword has clearly reached the eighth rank of the emperor sage-no, it is not, it is not the eighth rank of the emperor, but the ninth rank of the emperor!
Impossible, impossible! With her cultivation base of the seventh emperor sage, even if the potential is stimulated to the extreme, even if the holy pearl is exploded, she can only display the sword power of the eighth emperor, how could it be the ninth emperor?
Qi Qinghong roared with impossibility in his heart, but the coercion brought by the sword light was so clear and so heavy and depressing.
On his face, there was no more contempt before, and there was no more arrogant smile. Before I can think about it, Qi Qinghong retreats quickly, but no matter how fast he is, how can he beat Gu Fenghua's ambition to win the sword? Just in the blink of an eye, that Jian Mang arrived in front of his eyes. In desperation, Qi Qinghong could only grit his teeth fiercely.
"Om..." The ancient sword roared like a dragon groan. At a critical juncture, Qi Qinghong exerted the profound meaning of this sword to its extreme.
The sword light swept through the sky, like nine stars falling, so magnificent, so exquisite. It's a pity that when it comes to magnificence and exquisiteness, who can compare with Gu Fenghua's Tianyuan Eight Swords, this is a masterpiece from the supreme heaven.
Two sword beams met head-on, slashing together heavily, only to hear a loud bang, the sword beam that resembled the falling of nine stars was actually split from it, and passed away for thousands of morning hours.
Immediately afterwards, with a crisp "ka", the ancient sword in Qi Qinghong's hand broke from it and fell to the ground.
The remaining power of the sword light was not exhausted, and it fell on Qi Qinghong's chest, and saw an invisible air blade pass through him, but he himself stood in place like a petrified stone.
Beyond the shattered space, there is the endless chasm and abyss. The turbulent winds are surging with each other, still emitting that sharp whistling, but there is a sudden silence in his ears, and his mind is also an unprecedented ethereal spirit, as if he is returning to a baby. Time.
"Emperor Sage, Ninth Rank!" Qi Qinghong said suddenly.
(End of this chapter)
