They thought that Gu Fenghua would die. Even if they tried their best, even if they tried their best, they would not have time to help each other. They were all heartbroken and their eyes were almost blurred by tears.

Who knows next moment, see Gu Fenghua a sword cut chaos forehead, a gourd smashed its head.

Is it an illusion? Is it an illusion caused by too much worry and too much grief? Just like Cao Fangyi and others two days ago, they rubbed their eyes so hard that their eyes turned red. Their eyes were full of blood. They couldn't believe their eyes.

Cao Fangyi, Kou chuchen and Pang Lingqing were blindfolded, and their mouths were so open that they could almost plug a goose egg.

Other people only think that huntian is the ninth grade of Huasheng, but they know that this chaos is just the failure to promote Daosheng. In fact, this is actually a strong person who is at the top of the ninth grade of Huasheng, or even half of Daosheng.

How could it be that the half path saint was easily cut off by a most holy one? Even if she has the fighting power of the most holy four, far beyond their imagination, even beyond their cognition, the most holy is still the most holy, not to mention compared with this kind of half path saint, even compared with the ordinary saint, it is a gap of realm.

If only one of the most saints could abuse the half path saints so easily, with their strength, wouldn't they be able to drag the emperor haokong out and knead him flat and round?

Crazy. They think they're crazy. He's not the only one. The world is crazy.

Gu Fenghua looks at the Qingyun sword in his hand, and then looks at the chaos of lying on the ground in front of him with blood gushing on his head. Gu Fenghua himself is the same.

This is the strong man of Huasheng Jiupin. At the same time, it also has the natural strong body of fierce beast. Even if you stand there motionless and let yourself chop and smash, you won't be hurt like this, will you?

No, there must be something wrong. But after thinking about it, she couldn't figure out what was wrong?

"Are you all right?" After a while, Gu Fenghua asked tentatively.

Maybe it's because of the mutual love between the eaters, or maybe huntian's experience is too weak, and the blood is too miserable. Even Gu Fenghua feels pitiful after seeing it... Well, Miss Gu really wants to jump up and make up for it.

However, the sword just now consumed all the holy Qi in the body, and even the power of blood which was hard to recover. The power of holy grain of cangchen holy grain, the power of demon wood tripod and the power of spirit of Jiutian Zaihu also consumed. The "Dao" can't be replenished for the time being.

After hearing Gu Fenghua's voice, huntian's soul, who didn't know where it was, finally came back. Looking at Gu Fenghua's beautiful face, his eyes showed extreme fear.

Just now, when Gu Fenghua put out his sword, the boiling blood in his body suddenly quieted down. The powerful power of the half path saint was completely suppressed in the blood, and even his own power could not be exerted at all.

Even the spirits are suppressed by death.

In the face of Gu Fenghua's sword, it can't even resist.

A kind of awe and fear originated from the blood can't help but grow from the bottom of my heart. It grows like mushrooms and fills the whole heart.

In the face of Gu Feng's tentative inquiry, he did not know how to answer, and even did not dare to make a sound. The level between monsters and beasts is strict, and the superiority and inferiority are distinct. For the strong, sometimes the meaningless instinctive roar of the weak will be regarded as a great provocation.