Before they knew it, the two had already fought with hundreds of swords. It was obvious that they were all trying their best for each sword. Even if the sixth-grade Emperor Saint was strong, they would inevitably have insufficient holy energy and powerlessness after slashing out hundreds of swords, but there was no trace of fatigue on their faces, and the power in the sword was still vast and majestic.

"It's strange, why does he have such abundant holy energy?" A young man who went out to practice with the elders of the sect couldn't help but say in the crowd.

Of course he was talking about fat white men. Although Sima Batian's disciples seem to be young, don't forget that the aging speed of the saint master is much slower than that of ordinary people. The higher his cultivation level, the more so. If he is willing to lose some cultivation and use it to maintain the skin and nourish his appearance, the speed of aging will be slower. Therefore, these disciples seem to be middle-aged, but if he condenses his spiritual thoughts and looks carefully, it can still be seen from the vitality of their life energy that they are at least thousands of years old, or even thousands of years old.

After so many years of hard practice and a background of a master like Sima Batian, their holy energy is naturally condensed, as vast as a river and sea. It is reasonable to use all his strength to kill hundreds of swords in a row, but the fat white man is really young. Even if he practices from his mother's womb, he will have only been more than twenty years, so how could he have such abundant holy energy?

"I'm afraid I'm gritting my teeth and holding on." An old man said thoughtfully.

"Yes, sail against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat. This battle seems simple and direct, but in fact it is just as dangerous. If he can't hold on, he will be afraid that his meridians will be broken under a sword, and he will be unlucky or even be crushed to pieces on the spot, and he will die without a place to bury himself!" Another old man nodded and said.

Although the sword skills of these two people are somewhat exquisite in comparison, they are even more powerful. In addition, they are both powerful people of the Sixth-level Emperor Saint. If anyone can't hold on first, there will be more misfortunes. Therefore, if you don't move, you will have to do your best once you try your best. Even if you fight, you can only hold on to the end.

"But, there are always times when you can't hold on." The young man glanced at the fat white man and said worriedly.

They are all of them of the same age. Seeing Ye Wuse and Fatty Bai, he was fascinated and admired him at the same time. He would never want to see him hurt under the other party's sword.

"Yes, but the thousands of years of hard work that others have practiced is not comparable to his mere decades of hard work. Alas, he shouldn't have fought head-on in this way." Several old men sighed at the same time.

Although this fat white man has gained a little weight, he can cultivate to the sixth level of the Emperor Saint at a young age. Naturally, his talent is beyond doubt. His future is limitless. If he is given hundreds of years, even a hundred years, the other party may not be his opponent. But he is still too young at this time. He is competing with others for thousands of years of hard practice to compete with the holy spirit. Isn’t that asking for death?

Looking at the young face-lifting white man, everyone's eyes were filled with regret.

"By the way, Gu Fenghua hasn't taken action yet. I guess she won't watch Fatty White lose her opponent." Seeing that the elders were not optimistic about Fatty White's ending, the young man was very anxious and suddenly thought of something and said expectantly.
Chapter completed!