Chapter 807

There is no secret method that can improve the combat power without limit, and it is impossible to maintain it all the time. Several of Chen Xinzhong have reached the limit, and they believe Xiang Wushang can't continue to do so all the time. As long as she persists, the final victory will belong to her and Xinghua.

Seeing Gu Fenghua so absolutely, even the Guanghua people under the stage were moved by him. They even forgot to cheer for the harmless people. For a moment, the whole competition arena became quiet.

"Shura, no harm!"

"A sword, startle the world!"

Gu Fenghua and Xiang Wushang shot almost at the same time. They all know that the other side won't stick to it for long, but they can't stick to it for long. This should be their last sword, and it's also a sword that decides life and death!

The two swords, like a dragon going out to sea, and like the stars falling from the nine sky, cut towards each other.

Only from the perspective of momentum and sword power, it is still equal and difficult to set a high level.

Everyone's heart, all hung to the throat. They can see that Gu Fenghua and Xiang Wushang have done their best with this sword.

Chen Xinhe, Fu Cheng and he Xudong attacked each other with a sword. However, compared with Gu Fenghua's sword power, which was like a dragon and thunder, their weak sword power was like the light of a grain of rice. Before they attacked them, they were shocked to fly back. Then they fell to the ground with a soft foot.

Sure enough, just as Gu Fenghua thought, they have reached the limit. This sword has exhausted all their holy Qi.

The victory or defeat still falls on Gu Fenghua and Xiang Wushang.

The two swords met in the air, but they didn't explode like before, but stuck together.

Gu Fenghua clenched his teeth and tried his best to inject the Holy Spirit into the sword.

Extreme pain, constantly pouring into the mind. Every meridian of the whole body seems to have been torn to pieces, every bone of the whole body seems to have been fragmented, and even the heart and soul are divided into countless pieces.

Blood, exude her skin, white clothes, has been dyed bright red, that is the perfect face, become so beautiful. However, her eyes are still so firm.

"Can't give up, can't give up!" A voice, constantly sounded in the heart.

On the other side, he was bleeding to the seven orifices without injury. The scarred scar on his face was wriggling and twisted. The hand holding the long sword was green and exposed. The blood was constantly exuding, which was more ferocious.

All the people stood up and unconsciously stretched their necks and clenched their fists. They have been too nervous to speak, even breathing has become so heavy - the victory or defeat, only in a line, life and death, perhaps also in a line.

Time, as if in stagnation.

I don't know how long it's been. Finally, I took a step back. The hard bluestone ground left a deep footprint.

Although it is only a step, it is a step to decide the strength and predict the outcome. Everyone knows that the balance of victory has tilted to Gu Fenghua.

Sure enough, with the step of retreating to no injury, the sword full of tyranny was much weaker, and it went up and down. Gu Fenghua's sword was more majestic and dignified.

Under constant pressure, he began to retreat to the harmless sword. Although he tried hard to keep his body steady, even his feet were embedded in the ground, in the end, he could not help but take another step back.

Gu Fenghua's awe inspiring sword is getting lower and lower and closer to Xiang Wushang.

Victory or defeat is decided! Everyone can see that Xiang Wushang will die if he doesn't give up his sword.