"A sword, break the sky!" Without much thought, Gu Fenghua threw the suque yiyinqin back to the storage bracelet and chopped it out with a sword.

With the pure land of spiritual heart, the two first roots of the Holy Spirit have grown from weak grass to towering trees. Her holy spirit recovery speed is several times faster than that of other holy masters of the same level. In a moment, she has recovered a lot.

Without hesitation or foresight, Gu Fenghua did his best. She was also sealed in Zitian prison and could not go through the border crack. As long as she wiped out the blood fog in front of her, she could get out of danger.

Unfortunately, no matter how fast she recovers her holy spirit, it is impossible for her to recover to the best state in such a short time. When the sword fell, the shape of the beast, which was coagulated by the blood mist, was just a flash. It became more illusory, but it didn't disappear. With a roar, it opened its mouth and rushed forward with its claws.

Gu Fenghua gave a wry smile. This sword consumed all her holy spirit. The last few defense necklaces were broken to pieces. The magic power of the demon wood cauldron was not restored. In a short time, it could not be used. The cheap spirit exhausted the spirit of the demon plant and could not fight any more. The cub and the fox were still sleeping. Of course, even if they did not sleep, In the face of the separation of the blood mist condensed by the blood sacrifice of the divine beast, it may not play a role.

By the way, you can count on the magic sword in your hand. As long as it's willing to come out of the scabbard once more, it won't be a problem to cut through the blood fog beast shape in front of you. Unfortunately, Gu Fenghua knows that this is just his own extravagant hope. It's better to wipe your own neck than to place your hope on it.

Gu Fenghua took out a long and thin gold needle and stabbed it at the center of his eyebrows.

At present, only the golden needle stabs the soul can stimulate the potential, quickly restore the Holy Spirit and enhance the combat power. However, the golden needle piercing soul, she will have to bear the boundless pain, even the spirit, as if completely torn. The most important thing is, once the golden needle piercing soul's time has passed, she will completely collapse, and it will take a long time to recover. During this period, she even has no chance to commit suicide. If she can't defeat the blood fog, she can only watch herself torn to pieces in the endless pain.

Thinking of the terrible consequences, her heart trembled slightly, but the fingers holding the golden needle were still unusually calm. At the time of her death, she had no choice.

The huge shadow of the beast completely enveloped her. The sharp claws were raised high. Gu Fenghua gritted his teeth and stabbed the needle down.

"To die!" There was a roar in the air.

Space, and was torn a crack, a black dragon flying down, a young man standing in its brother, that Yingwu resolute face full of anger.

A sword, also with his endless anger, to open the sky and chop the potential of long cut out.

"Cloud silence!" Gu Fenghua hands of the needle stopped, eyes, flashing tears of joy.

He finally came, in her most critical time, once again appeared in her side!

Although the sharp claws had reached her body, and she could even feel the cold, her heart became very peaceful.

The sword fell, and the blood mist condensed beast was divided into two parts.

In the crevasse of the border, she let out a terrified howl.