Zhu Tianxiao's sword light began to retreat little by little.

One inch, two inch, three inch...one foot, two feet, three feet...one zhang...

In just a moment, the two sword lights had returned to mid-air. The initial violent collision did not stop, but instead swelled and approached Zhu Tianxiao inch.

The hideous smile on Zhu Tianxiao's face had completely disappeared, and beads of sweat as big as beans rolled down their foreheads, and their expression became extremely ugly.

The sword just now was sharpened by the countless tests of life and death. His entire body of holy energy was instantly poured into the sword, and thus burst out with a power far better than his own cultivation. Not to mention the saints of the same level, even the fourth level of the ordinary Tiansheng is difficult to resist. Even if the fifth level of the Tiansheng is unknown to him, he might be injured under his sword.

But the fat white man in front of him not only blocked his sword, but also had the power to counterattack. How could he get such abundant holy energy and such good resilience?

The holy energy was extremely consumed, and Zhu Tianxiao's whole body felt exhausted, and his hand holding the sword began to tremble violently!

Suddenly, the fat white man took a step forward. Although the two were several feet away, when he took that step, everyone had an illusion that this step was not on the ground, but on Zhu Tianxiao's body.

The endless holy energy was like a flood that broke through the dam, surging towards Zhu Tianxiao... No, no, this was clearly crushing!

"Ah..." Zhu Tianxiao let out a long roar, burning the power of the holy source.

However, even so, it was impossible to resist the fat white man's increasingly stronger sword.

With the loud "boom" sound, his sword light was completely broken and he was swept into it by the surging sword light of the fat white man. He rolled back like a helpless boat in the storm.

The robe of the Saint Master who was wearing a defensive formation was torn into pieces in a blink of an eye, and strands were hung on his body, vaguely revealing scars from all sides and all sides.

The higher his cultivation level, the stronger his body's ability to recover and heal, and it is usually difficult to leave scars. However, with Zhu Tianxiao's third-level cultivation level, he is so scary, you can imagine how severe the injuries he suffered before. Gu Fenghua was not wrong. He was able to have such a powerful combat power that far surpasses his cultivation level by relying on countless life and death experiences. His practical experience is indeed far better than ordinary people, perhaps not much worse than those of them.

However, in the face of absolute strength suppression, no matter how rich practical experience is, it is useless and has no power to use force.

At this time, the fat white man faced Zhu Tianxiao with absolute strength!

Four purple holy beads appeared between his eyebrows, and the four holy soul beads also flew up and down behind him.

"The fourth grade of Tiansheng, it turns out that he is the fourth grade of Tiansheng!" Around him, there were a burst of exclamation, excitement, or horror.

Not to mention middle-grade sects like the Kuang Sword Sect, even the top-grade sects, the cultivation level of the fourth-grade Tiansheng is a master. The most important thing is, how old is the fat man in front of him, and he has such cultivation level. In time, what level should his cultivation level reach?

At this moment, everyone also understood why Pang Aoting had surrendered and bowed his head. Since the fat man in front of him was a fourth-level Tiansheng, Gu Fenghua and others would certainly not be inferior, even stronger than him. Even if the Crazy Sword Sect takes advantage of today, unless the four of them can be killed and eliminated on the spot, as long as they escape, there will be endless troubles. Sooner or later, the Crazy Sword Sect will have the disaster of destroying the sect!
Chapter completed!