Chapter 807: 807 The Last Sword Will Determine the Victory
Chapter 807 The last sword of 807 determines the victory
There is no secret method to increase combat power without limit, and it is impossible to maintain it forever. Chen Xinzhong has reached the limit. I believe Xiang Wushang cannot continue like this. As long as she persists, the final victory must belong to her and belong to her. Xinghua.
Seeing Gu Fenghua so absolutely, even the Guanghua people in the audience were moved by him, and they even forgot to cheer for the injured. For a while, the whole competition field became quiet.
"Sura, no injuries!"
"One sword, shocking the world!"
Gu Fenghua and Xiang Wushang shot almost at the same time. They all know that the other party can't hold on for long, but they can't hold on for long either. This should be their last sword and the one that determines life and death!
Two sword beams, like a blue dragon going out to sea, and like a nine-day star falling, slashing toward each other.
From the perspective of momentum and sword power alone, it is still evenly divided, and it is difficult to determine the level.
Everyone's hearts are hanging in their throats. They could all see that with this sword, Gu Fenghua and Xiang Wushang had done their best.
Chen Xinzhong, Fu Cheng, and He Xudong each attacked a sword at this time, but compared with Gu Fenghua's sword power like a blue dragon and thunder, their weak sword power is like the light of rice grains, and they have not attacked yet. When he arrived in front of him, he was shocked and flew back, and then his feet were soft and fell to the ground.
Sure enough, just as Gu Fenghua thought, they had reached their limit, and this sword had exhausted all their holy energy.
The victory still fell on Gu Fenghua and Xiang Wushang.
The two sword lights met in the air, but they didn't burst open like before, but stuck together.
Gu Fenghua gritted his teeth and tried his best to inject the holy energy into the long sword.
Extreme pain, constantly pouring into my mind. Every meridian in the body seems to have been torn into pieces, every bone in the body seems to have been shattered, and even the heart and soul are divided into countless pieces.
A trail of bloodshot eyes, oozing out of her skin, her snow-white clothes, which had already been dyed bright red, that was a flawless face that had become so poignant. However, her eyes were still so firm.
"Can't give up, never give up!" A voice kept ringing in my heart.
Opposite, bleeding toward Wushang Qiqiao, the crimson scar on his face was squirming and twisting, and the hand holding the long sword was exposed, and the blood was constantly oozing out, making it even more hideous.
Everyone under the stage stood up, stretched their necks unconsciously, and clenched their fists. They were already so nervous that they couldn't speak, and even their breathing became so heavy-victory and defeat, only between the first line, life and death, perhaps also between the first line.
Time seems to be stuck.
I don’t know how long it has passed. Finally, I took a step towards Wuhuan, leaving a deep footprint on the hard bluestone ground under my feet.
Although is just a step, it is a step that determines strength and indicates victory or defeat. Everyone knows that the balance of victory has tilted towards Gu Fenghua.
Sure enough, with the step of retreat to Wuhuo, the tyrannical sword light became much weaker, and the sword light of Gu Fenghua appeared more majestic and upright.
Continuously suppressed, and began to retreat towards the harmless Jianmang. Although he tried hard to stabilize his figure, even with his feet embedded in the ground, in the end, he couldn't help taking a step back.
Gu Fenghua's righteous sword beam, the more he pressed it, the lower it was, and the distance it was getting closer to injury.
The outcome is determined! Everyone could tell that if Xiang Wushang didn't abandon his sword and concede defeat, there would only be a dead end.
(End of this chapter)
