"Don't come over, don't come over..." Dongmen Xu was also scared, but at least he was a man, and he was a little stronger than Pu Jiaojiao. He did not collapse to the ground immediately, but instead spoke incoherently in a crying voice, holding the long sword tightly and tremblingly retreating.

However, his courage was limited to this. He staggered for a few steps and knocked his left foot to his right foot, and fell heavily to the ground with his back to the sky. He "choked", and the Wushuang sword in his hand also pulled out.

"I didn't mean it, it wasn't intentional. I didn't think about taking action, ah..." Dongmen Xu was so scared that his face was pale and quickly explained in a panic, but after just a few words, it stopped abruptly and let out a shrill scream.

"Ha! Hahahaha..." Looking at the long sword he drew out, Luo Enen was stunned at first, and then burst into laughter.

The Wu Shuang sword in Dongmenxu's hand was broken in an unknown time. The sword he drew was only three inches long, and it was not enough to cut watermelons, let alone killing people. Dongmenxu just held the three-inch short sword stupidly, with a confused look on his face and a dull look in tears.

Luo Enen understood what was going on after a moment of change of thought. Previously, Pu Jiaojiao failed to activate the Eight Demon Suppression Picture, and was backfired by the ghost dragon beast soul. It was Wu Shuang Sword that saved his life. At that time, everyone thought they were lucky, but they didn't know how heavy the price they paid: Wu Shuang Sword, which was grabbed for 400,000 top-grade Holy Spirit Stone, was destroyed by the power of the monster at that moment.

That was the entire 400,000 top-grade Holy Spirit Stone. Even Miss Luo felt heartbroken for them. Didn’t you see her squatting on the ground with her belly holding her back? She was almost shedding tears?

Well, that's not because of heartache, but because of gloating and laughing too happily.

Zhu Sifang and others were also shocked: it would be fine if they took out 900,000 top-grade Holy Spirit Stones to make wedding dresses for Gu Fenghua, but Wu Shuang Jian, who spent 400,000 top-grade Holy Spirit Stones, was also ruined like this. Pu Jiaojiao's luck was a little bad. It was simply the legendary bad star coming to the world.

No, no, it’s not that you are not lucky, but that you have too poor eyesight. If you are not good at provoking anyone, you have to provoke Gu Fenghua. Can you afford to provoke the powerful man of the seventh grade of the Emperor Saint? You deserve it!

"My sword, my sword!" Dongmen Xu finally came to his senses and let out a heart-wrenching howl.

"It's okay, the Qiankun Fenglei Cauldron is fine!" At this moment, Pu Duanyang hugged the Qiankun Fenglei Cauldron tightly in his arms and shouted ecstatically.

Seeing Gu Fenghua's powerful strength at the seventh grade of the Saint, he thought that if the sword went down, the Qiankun Fenglei Cauldron would undoubtedly be destroyed. Who knew that the divine thoughts would go away over and over again, but the jade cauldron was unscathed. Pu Duanyang's two lines of old tears finally fell, but it was not because of grief, but because of joy.

Zhu Sifang and others thought that the Qiankun Fenglei Cauldron had been destroyed, but they were stunned when they heard his words, and then looked at Gu Fenghua thoughtfully.

After a while, Pu Duanyang calmed down. When he thought of something, he came to Gu Fenghua, bowed deeply, and said gratefully: "Thank you Miss Gu for showing mercy. I am very grateful."

Even if he is arrogant and arrogant, he can still imagine that the safe and sound of the Qiankun Fenglei Cauldron is not accidental, it is completely the result of Gu Fenghua's mercy.
Chapter completed!