Chapter 629: 629 This is not rampant, but strength

  Chapter 629 629 This is not rampant, but strength

   "Who made him put such a heavy hand before, deserves it." Fatty Bai shook his head, taking Lorne's words deeply.

  "This is called good retribution, evil retribution, not not retribution, the time has not come." Ye Wuse smiled lightly.

  Although the competition has not yet begun, several people have already seen the tragic ending of this young man, because they know that Gu Fenghua, who is incarnate as a petite white flower, is the most terrifying Gu Fenghua!

  The sweeter she smiles, the more miserable the person on the other side will die!

  "Guanghua Temple, Feng Qingyue..." When he came to the opposite of Gu Fenghua, the young man stroked his chest with one hand and held a sword in one hand, performing a saint master's ceremony. According to the rules of the sage, this is respect for the opponent, but also respect for oneself.

   "You don't need to sign up, no one will remember you anyway." Gu Fenghua didn't respond, but said lightly.

   "What did you say?" Feng Qingyue's expression changed.

   "I said, after today, no one will remember you anymore, so you don't have to be so troublesome." Gu Fenghua explained. Looking at Feng Qingyue's gaze is like looking at a dead person, or a dead dog.

"Gu Fenghua, don't think that defeating Luo Changfeng will be so defiant. Today I will let you see my Feng Qingyue's strength!" Although Feng Qingyue's strength is slightly inferior to Luo Changfeng, he is also a leader of the younger generation in the Guanghua Temple. After that, he was furious.

  As soon as he said, Feng Qingyue drew his long sword and stabs it at Gu Fenghua's chest.

  Anger turned into anger, but he did not lose his sense of reason. This sword poured all the holy energy and mind of his soul holy fifth rank. As soon as the sword power came out, it turned into a cyan sword shadow streamer.

  But unlike the sword light of ordinary saints, this sword shadow streamer is not a straight line, but twists and turns, weird like a poisonous snake walking among the grass, but at a speed as fast as lightning.

  If you condense your divine mind and sense it carefully, you will find that not only the trajectory of this sword is weird, but the speed is also rapid. There are many crises in it, and it is impossible to prevent it.

  Of course, in the midst of a battle, as his opponent, there is no time to sense these in detail.

Although after Gu Fenghua's victory over Luo Changfeng, everyone in the Xinghua Temple was energetic and confident in Gu Fenghua, but at this moment, seeing Feng Qingyue's sword and shadow like a poisonous snake again, their hearts were still fierce. He was tight, and there was a little more worry in his eyes looking at Gu Fenghua.

  Before, several Xinghua saints, including Xie Youran, were defeated by Feng Qingyue's sword.

  This sword is really too weird and too fast. Not to mention being in the middle of a battle, even if they are on the sidelines, they can't think of any way to crack it, and they can't even evade it.

   "One sword, shocking the world!" When everyone was secretly worried, Gu Fenghua's scabbard cut out again.

  The world is shaking again, and the wind and clouds are changing again.

"Ah!" With a scream, Feng Qingyue has fallen on the stage, and the long sword in his hand has also been broken into two pieces. The blood is slowly leaking from under him, and the whole body's limbs are in a strange way. The posture is twisted, like a cooked shrimp.

As a saint master, of course, he is familiar with the meridians of the human body. Everyone can see that Gu Fenghua’s sword not only severely injured Feng Qingyue’s internal organs, but also shattered his whole body meridians. It was not broken, but all of them. It was broken, so he was distorted into this way, and this also meant that Feng Qingyue's cultivation base was completely abolished, and there was no hope of treatment.

  (End of this chapter)