However, Gu Fenghui has not drawn his sword for a long time.

If she had the idea of ​​retaining her strength just in case at the beginning, then at this critical moment, what else can she have to keep?

Liu Sanjue also looked at Gu Fenghua in confusion. He knew that Gu Fenghua's mysterious long sword was not something he could pull out just by wanting it, and it had to rely on the power of blood. However, in the past two months, Zhong Lingxiu has suffered a lot. The blood power she accumulated should be enough to draw out the magic sword, why did she refuse to take action?

Draw the sword? Of course, Gu Fenghua also wants to draw the sword.

In fact, when she first took action, she wanted to draw out her long sword and kill her. At that time, Qu Dangyuan and Wen Longyuan were self-reliant and did not take them seriously. They were originally her best opportunity.

However, just as she held the hilt of the sword tightly, circulated the power of her bloodline, and was about to pull out the magic sword, her heart suddenly felt a sudden stutter, and then a strong sense of uneasiness surged. That was the intuition of dangerous instinct.

Gu Fenghua has experienced similar intuitions more than once, and every time it is extremely effective. However, as her cultivation level becomes higher and higher, such intuitions appear less and less. The reason is very simple. With her current cultivation level, looking at the entire Wuji Shengtian, there are not many people who can pose a threat to her.

But today, this uneasy intuition appeared again, and it was still so strong - never before!

Although I don’t know what happened, Gu Fenghua was sure: he can’t draw his sword, he must not draw his sword.

So, she decisively retracted her blood power and gave up the idea of ​​drawing the sword. And while she gave up this idea, her uneasy intuition suddenly disappeared.

If they could not draw the long sword, they could only rely on the joint efforts of the sword with their hearts. Fortunately, as their cultivation level improved, the power of this sword also reached the peak of the ninth grade of the Emperor Saint, and she was still full of confidence. Facts have proved that her confidence was not blindly arrogant.

The sword light slashed out again and again, and cracks spread like spider webs on the token on Qu Dangyuan's waist. The light of the Nine Heavens Holy Armor on Wen Longyuan's body was dim and he could hardly feel the spiritual intention of the artifact.

With just one sword, you can break Qu Dangyuan's formation token and destroy Wen Longyuan's Nine Heavens Holy Armor.

Gu Fenghua took a deep breath, looked at Luo Enen and others, and at the same time he raised the holy energy to the extreme.

Under the storm-like strong attack, Qu Dangyuan and Wen Longyuan had no power to fight back, but the holy energy in their bodies was quickly consumed. Even Gu Fenghua, who was united with the five spirits, began to fail to succeed, not to mention Luo Enen, who had only three or four innate holy spirit roots.

Therefore, they had to do their best to this sword. After all, not only Qu Dangyuan and Wen Longyuan, but also with the help of the city protection formation, the disciples of the Canyang Sect behind them could also work together to display the sword power of the seventh grade of the Emperor Saint, and the Demon Wood Cauldron could not hold on for too long.

"One sword, kill the prehistoric world!"

"Nine Heavens, Phantom Thunder!"

"Beidou, dominate the world!"

"Holy soul, heaven is broken!"

With Qing shouting, Gu Fenghua and his friends poured all the holy energy in their bodies into the long sword and cut out the sword that gathered their spirits and concentrated their hearts.

The four sword lights condensed into one, and they were unstoppable and fell in the sky, as if they were about to split the heaven and earth and destroy all things.
Chapter completed!