Chapter 5309

Cheng mofeng's expression was stagnant at that time. Although their accomplishments did not make him exhaust the holy Qi in his body with a single sword, it took a little time for him to lift and solidify the holy Qi after a sword. However, the fat man took five swords in succession, but there was no pause in the middle, as if his holy Qi was like a spring in the mountains.

Cheng mofeng asks himself that he can't do it even with the cultivation of the seventh grade of the emperor, but he doesn't know how the white fat man of the sixth grade of the emperor does it.

Without waiting for him to come up with an answer, the long sword of the white fat man has been splitting again without stopping.

Cheng mofeng didn't make Tang Yongxing's mistake. Seeing that the situation was a little wrong, he didn't dare to hesitate, so he immediately raised the spirit of congealing to do it again. However, the white fat man's counterattack came too fast. He could not condense the Holy Spirit to the extreme. The power of this sword was somewhat reduced.

With only four swords, the white fat man blocked his sword. He still didn't stop at all. Even before his feet stopped, he launched a counterattack again.

In the middle of the air, the swords collided and turned into thousands of streamers.

At the beginning, Cheng mofeng still had the upper hand, but soon, his advantage became smaller and smaller. There's no way. Every time he makes a move, he always needs a little time to improve his Shengqi. If he doesn't have enough time, the power of the sword will become weaker and weaker. But the white fat man makes a move again and again, but he doesn't have enough time to improve his Shengqi.

Five, four, three, two, one! In the first fight, Bai Pang needs five swords in succession to stop him. In the second fight, he only needs four swords, then three swords, two swords, one sword!

Finally, the edge of the sword dissipated, and the two ancient swords cut face to face. At this moment, Cheng mofeng finally realized that it was not good.

The Holy Spirit, like the flood breaking the levee, comes from each other's long sword. Cheng Mufeng wants to retreat, but he doesn't dare to retreat. Because both sides are close at hand. As long as he retreats a little, the Holy Spirit may be condensed into awn, pierce his heart and even blow him to death.

In desperation, he could only run the Holy Spirit with all his strength and inject the sword into his hand.

If it's an ordinary fight, even if you lose, you will have a chance to survive as long as the gap between your accomplishments is not big. But at this time, the situation is different. The distance between them is too close, and the competition is no longer sword skill, but pure holy spirit. If you lose, you will die. The situation is extremely dangerous.

No, Mo Feng doesn't worry about it. After all, he is the seventh product of emperor and Saint, and Saint Fang is only the sixth product of emperor and saint. Even if he competes with Saint Qi, he thinks he still has the advantage. Unfortunately, he soon knew that he was wrong. The Holy Spirit of the other side, which is a clear spring in the mountains, is a vast river, is the boundless sea.

This kind of pure holy spirit competition without sword skill consumes a lot. Just for a moment, the Holy Spirit in Cheng Mo Feng's body costs 7788, but the Holy Spirit coming through the long sword is still surging, as if endless!

Boom! There was a muffled sound in his body that only he could hear. The surging holy Qi finally poured into his meridians, into his five viscera, into his heart.

In addition to the cry of despair before he died, he never even had time to say a word, and he was forever alive. Only his eyes were wide open and full of unwilling words.