Since Gu Fenghua is the seventh-grade Emperor Saint, how could he take this sword safely? And it is still so relaxed and comfortable.

Among everyone, only Luo Enen, Bai Fatty and others looked as usual, and they had no worries at all. In the competition at the same level, they really didn't believe anyone who could be stronger than Gu Fenghua. Zhong Lingxiu's sword was indeed powerful, exceeding her true cultivation. However, compared with sword power, who could be better than Gu Fenghua's eight swords Guiyuan, and the strange magic sword with a virility in her hand. It would be strange if Zhong Lingxiu could hurt her.

Gu Fenghua is fine, and of course Zhong Lingxiu is fine.

Several feet away, Zhong Lingxiu knelt on one knee, her face turned pale, and blood was gushing out of the corners of her mouth.

Seeing this scene, everyone's expressions were even more shocked. Such a powerful sword that was far beyond cultivation could not hurt Gu Fenghua. Instead, he was seriously injured. How strong was Gu Fenghua's sword?

As for Zhong Lingjun, of course he couldn't laugh. He just resurrected with full blood just now, but now he seemed to have been exhausted from his whole body, and his legs became weak and he was almost unable to stand firm.

"This is what you mentioned. I thought there were too many qualifications. So that's it. I think you shouldn't practice anymore, otherwise you deserve it if you die." Gu Fenghua took two steps forward, looked at Zhong Lingxiu condescendingly, and said with contempt.

As soon as these words were spoken, Zhong Lingxiu's originally pale face suddenly turned red.

Everyone around, everyone showed a knowing smile. Zhong Lingxiu said just now that he shouldn't practice if he is mediocre, otherwise he deserves to die, as if he has too many qualifications. As a result, he was defeated by Gu Fenghua so quickly, but the two of them still have the same cultivation level. What does this mean? However, it means that his qualifications are far inferior to Gu Fenghua, and he cannot comprehend the exquisite sword skills and cannot exert the strength of the seventh grade of the Emperor Saint.

A slap in the face is obviously a slap in the face, and it is the kind that makes a slap in the face. The most important thing is that it is the one who takes action. If it weren't for the background of the Zhong family, many people would probably be unable to help laughing out loud.

Although Gu Fenghua's sword did not slap Zhong Lingxiu's face, his face was hot and there was a needle-like pain, just like a ball of fire burning on his face.

He was young, so why was he promoted to the seventh level of Emperor Saint? It was not only because of the Zhong family's profound background and continuous cultivation resources, but also because of the master's careful teaching. The martial arts and sword skills he practiced were all realized by the master's lifelong experience. It was unparalleled in the world. Among his classmates, he was the only one who could comprehend and practice.

The long sword in his hand was also refined by his master. After tens of thousands of years of hardship, although it is unknown to outsiders, it is definitely not inferior to any legendary divine sword. For tens of thousands of years, the master has always wanted to find a suitable master for this divine sword. Unfortunately, the divine sword has its own spiritual intentions, and no one among his fellow disciples could get its recognition until he entered the master.

With the help of this magical sword, he even brought his strength to the extreme of the seventh grade of the Emperor Saint. Even his master once said: No one under the eighth grade of the Emperor Saint is his opponent!

For these reasons, even his senior brothers and sisters who are talented and always look higher than their top see him as a cultivation genius who meets Wuji Shengtian once in a thousand years, and praises his qualifications and talents.

But today, in front of Gu Fenghua, who is also the seventh-grade Emperor Saint, he is so vulnerable!
Chapter completed!