Chapter 5923: 5923 Awe and Fear from Blood
Chapter 5923 5923 Awe and fear from blood
I thought that Gu Fenghua would definitely die. Even if they tried their best, even if they exploded the Holy Soul and the Soul, they had no time to rescue them. They were all heartbroken, and their sights were almost blurred by tears.
Who knows the next moment, Gu Fenghua slashed Chaos’s forehead with a sword, and a gourd smashed its head.
Is it an illusion, is it because I was too worried and too sad to produce the illusion? Just like Cao Fangyi and others two days ago, they rubbed their eyes vigorously, so that their eyes were red and bloodshot, and they couldn't believe their eyes.
Blinded, Cao Fangyi, Kou Chuchen, Pang Lingqing, and others were choking their eyes, their mouths were so open that they could almost fill a big goose egg, and they were also completely blinded.
Others only think that Huntian is the Ninth-Rank of Transformation Saint, but they know that this chaos is the failure of promotion to the Dao Sage and stops here. In fact, this is actually the peak of the Ninth-Rank Transformation Saint, even a half-step Taoist. By.
Half-walking saint, he was cut his head easily with a sword by a most saint, first-class. How could this be possible? Even if she has the fighting power of the Fourth Grade of the Most Holy, it far exceeds their imagination and even exceeds their cognition, but the Most Holy is still the Most Holy after all, not to mention that it is compared with this kind of half-walking holy, even if it is compared with the ordinary holy. It's a realm gap in comparison.
If a holy sage can be so easily tortured by a half-walking sage, then with their strength, can't they drag the Haokong Tiandi out and knead it, how can you step on it?
Crazy, they think they are crazy. Not only is he crazy, but the world is crazy.
Gu Fenghua looked at the Qingyun sword in his hand, and then at the chaos that lay down on the ground in front of him, with blood spurting on his head, Gu Fenghua himself was equally confused.
This is a powerful person of the ninth grade of transformation, and at the same time has the strong body of the fierce beast, even if you stand still and let yourself chop, let yourself be smashed, you won't be hurt like this, right?
No, there must be something wrong. But after much deliberation, she couldn't figure out what was wrong?
"Are you okay?" After a while, Gu Fenghua asked tentatively.
Perhaps it was because of the mutual sympathy between the foodies, perhaps the encounter of the whole sky was too awkward, this blood frenzied appearance was too miserable, even Gu Fenghua felt pitiful when he saw it... Well, Miss Gu actually missed it very much. Jump up to make up a "knife".
However, the sword just now exhausted all the holy energy in the body, and even the strength of the bloodline that had finally recovered 30%, the power of the holy pattern of the Cangchen holy pattern, the magic wood cauldron and the spirit of the Nine Heavens Destroying Gourd The power is also exhausted, and it is temporarily impossible to make up the "sword".
Hearing Gu Fenghua’s voice, Huntian’s soul that did not know where it had drifted finally floated back leisurely. Looking at Gu Fenghua’s beautiful face, his eyes showed extreme fear.
Just now, at the moment when Gu Fenghua took out the sword, the blood that was already burning and boiling in its body suddenly fell silent, and the power of the powerful demon spirit of the Half-Walking Saint was completely suppressed in the depths of the bloodline, and even its own power could not be used. A little bit out.
Even the gods and souls were firmly suppressed.
Faced with Gu Fenghua's all-out sword, it could not even produce any resistance at all.
A kind of reverence and fear from blood, involuntarily arise from the bottom of my heart, and grow rapidly like bamboo shoots after a rain, filling the whole heart.
Faced with Gu Feng's tentative inquiry, it didn't know how to answer it, and it didn't even dare to make a sound. The ranks of monsters and beasts are stern and inferior. For the strong, sometimes the instinctive roar of the weak will be regarded as a great provocation.
(End of this chapter)
