Chapter 6001: 6001 Master, do you want to kill him?

   Chapter 6001 Master 6001, do you want to kill him

What he said is correct. Gu Fenghua was indeed promoted to the Fifth-Rank Transformation Saint at that time, but even she herself did not expect that her bloodline would change after consuming the goddess of heaven and earth, and her aptitude would be improved like this. terrible.

  Neither did he expect that in addition to helping her to cut the veins and cleanse the marrow and change her aptitude, the spiritual energy contained in it was so abundant and condensed that she would be promoted from the highest ninth grade to the sacred fifth grade overnight.

  Of course, she later learned that her promotion this time was not overnight, but it took a full half a year, but even so, the speed of such a rapid improvement made her feel unbelievable.

   "Hahahaha, the fifth grade of sacred sacredness, now we don't have to worry, don't worry!" Lin Yuantang and others finally came to their senses from the shock and burst into laughter.

Although Ning Yu'er still has the Xiaoyao Divine Sword in his hands, Gu Fenghua is also a strong person of the fifth grade of Huasheng. This sword does not seem to be weak. Even if he can't match him, self-protection should be more than enough. What else do they have? Worrying.

  At the far end of the crowd, Chu Yuange and others, who could not hide their ecstasy just now, looked at Gu Fenghua blankly, but couldn't laugh anymore.

   never dreamed that she was actually a powerhouse of the fifth grade of Huasheng, and Ning Yuer wanted to get rid of it, she was afraid it would be a little difficult.

  "Lord Fujun, don't worry too much. Young Master Ning has the Excalibur Sword of Xiaoyao in his hands, and Gu Fenghua may not be able to escape." Nan Qingyu finally managed to keep herself calm, and said comfortingly.

When    was speaking, his heart was also full of rejoicing. Fortunately, it was Su Guang who met yesterday instead of Gu Fenghua. Otherwise, I really don’t know how miserable and ugly the loss will be.

"Yes, right, right, Lord Fujun, don’t worry, the Emperor Xiaoyao has a single hand with the unfettered swordsmanship, and Young Master Ning is armed with the unfettered sword, presumably his swordsmanship has also been passed on by the old man. Even if Gu Fenghua has the cultivation base of the fifth grade of Huasheng, he is still Don't want to get the slightest bargain. After a long battle, she is definitely not Young Master Ning's opponent!" Qiu Mingyi said with a vigorous spirit.

"That's true, even if it is the same as the fifth grade of Huasheng, she is a disciple of the Qing Yuanzong, how qualified is it to be compared with the descendants of the heavenly king?" Chu Yuange felt calm when he heard the words, and his nervous expression relaxed, and his hands were sure of his long beard. Said.

  Obviously, both Lin Yuantang and others from Qingyuan Taoist Mansion, or Chu Yuange and others from Tianxin Taoist Mansion, underestimated Gu Fenghua's Eight Swords Returning to the Yuan, and even the Qingyun Divine Sword in her hand.

  The divine sword flew across the sky, emitting a divine light that was more dazzling than the nine scorching suns in the heavens. The cloudy sky of the Xuming Ancient Territory was illuminated brightly.

  Under the reflection of it, the famous Xiaoyao sword in Lin Yuer's hand became bleak.

  "Master, do you want to kill him, kill him!" Gu Fenghua's mind echoed the exuberant shout of the sword spirit.

  The stronger Gu Fenghua's strength is, the stronger its hidden sword power will be stimulated, and the more excited it will be.

   "Uh... are you sure you want to turn your face with Xiaoyao Heavenly King?" Several black lines were erected on Gu Fenghua's forehead.

  In Pang Shidao's body, she had already felt the horror of the Taoist strong, but she had never thought of turning her face with Xiaoyao Heavenly King so early. And she didn't know whether Emperor Xiaoyao was an enemy or a friend, and there was no need to turn his face with him early.

"Well... that old guy has a bad temper, but he is not bad, maybe you can still use him, forget it, let's spare this little white face this time." Fortunately, the sword spirit was excited and excited. Without losing his mind, Gu Fenghua relaxed.

  Of course, others could not hear the conversation between the two, but they could hear Qingyunjian’s high-pitched sword-tone dragon chant.

  (End of this chapter)