"Who let him lay down such a heavy yin hand before, he deserves it." The fat white man shook his head, convinced of Lorne's words.

"This is called good retribution, evil retribution, not retribution, the time has not yet come." Ye Wuse smiled indifferently.

Although the competition has not yet begun, several people have already seen the tragic end of this young man, because they know that Gu Fenghua, who has incarnated as a delicate little white flower, is the most terrifying Gu Fenghua!

The sweeter she smiled, the more miserable the person on the other side often died!

"Guanghua Temple, Feng Qingyue ......" came to the opposite side of Gu Fenghua, and the young man stroked his chest with one hand and held his sword with the other, and performed a holy master's salute. According to the rules of the Holy Master, this is respect for the opponent and respect for oneself.

"You don't have to sign up, no one will remember you anyway." Gu Fenghua didn't return the salute, but just said lightly.

"What did you say?" Feng Qingyue's face changed.

"I said, after today, no one will remember you anymore, so don't bother." Gu Fenghua explained. Looking at Feng Qingyue's gaze was like looking at a dead man, or rather, a dead dog.

"Gu Fenghua, don't think that defeating Luo Changfeng will be able to be so blind, today I will let you see my Feng Qingyue's strength!" Although Feng Qingyue's strength was slightly inferior to Luo Changfeng, he was also the leader of the younger generation in the Guanghua Temple, and he had ever been so despised, and he was immediately furious.

As soon as the words fell, Feng Qingyue pulled out his long sword and stabbed at Gu Fenghua's chest.

Anger is anger, but he has not lost his sense of proportion because of this, this sword is poured into all the holy energy and mind of his soul saint five grades. As soon as the sword momentum came out, it turned into a cyan sword shadow streamer.

However, unlike the sword rays of ordinary saint masters, this sword shadow streamer was not a straight line, but a twist and turn, as strange as a poisonous snake swimming among the grass, but as fast as lightning.

If you condense your mind and sense it carefully, you will also find that this sword momentum not only has a strange trajectory, but also has a rapid speed, which contains many crises, which makes it impossible to prevent it at all.

Of course, in the middle of a battle, as his opponent, he simply doesn't have time to feel these things in detail.

Although after Gu Fenghua's victory over Luo Changfeng, everyone in the Xinghua Temple was in high spirits and had a great increase in their confidence in Gu Fenghua, but at this moment, when they saw Feng Qingyue's sword shadow like a poisonous snake again, their hearts were still tightened, and they looked at Gu Fenghua with a little more worry in their eyes.

Previously, several Xinghua Saint Cultivators, including Xie Youran, were defeated by Feng Qingyue's sword.

This sword is too weird and too fast, not to mention being in the middle of the battle, even if they are onlookers, they can't think of any way to crack it, and they can't even dodge it.

"A sword, earth-shattering!" Just when everyone was secretly worried, Gu Fenghua's scabbard slashed out again.

Heaven and earth are shaken again, and the wind and clouds are changing color again.

"Ahh With a scream, Feng Qingyue had already fallen on the stage, the long sword in his hand was broken in two, and blood was slowly oozing out from under him, and the limbs of his entire body were twisted in a strange posture, like a cooked shrimp.

As a holy master, of course, he is very familiar with the meridians of the human body, and everyone can see that Gu Fenghua's sword not only seriously injured Feng Qingyue's internal organs, but also shattered the meridians of his whole body, not broken, but all broken, so he will be twisted into this way, and this also means that Feng Qingyue's body cultivation is completely useless, and there is no hope of treatment.