You must know that the higher the cultivation, the more difficult it is to improve, and with each level difference, the greater the gap in combat power. Gu Fenghua was able to compete with the cultivation of the fourth grade of the Soul Saint without harm, and he did not fall behind at all, which made many people feel incredible.

Compared with their surprise, Gu Fenghua was even more surprised. With the power of her Tianyuan Eight Swords, coupled with the super six senses brought by the power of the phoenix, the Ordinary Soul Saint Five Rank could not be her opponent at all, Xiang Wuxian did not fall behind at all, and Xiang Jia's injuryless sword duel really deserved its reputation!

While fighting with Xiang Wuxian with all his might, Gu Fenghua looked at Lorne and the others, and his heart sank slightly.

Almost at the same time as she and Xiang Wuxian were fighting, Luo En, the white fat man, and Ye Wuse also made a move.

"Cut the sky, cut the waves!" Lorne snorted softly, and the long sword slashed at Chen Xinzhong with the momentum of opening the sky and slashing the earth.

Chen Xinzhong was still expressionless, and stabbed with a sword in the air.

The swords intersected, splashing with a little fire. Then, he saw that Lorne's face turned pale, and he was shocked by the other party's sword and retreated.

How is this possible! I remember yesterday when Yin Nanzhen fought with Lorne, but she couldn't even take a sword, Chen Xinzhong's strength was not stronger than Yin Nanzhen, how could he force Lorn to retreat with a sword?

Without allowing Lorne to gain a foothold, Chen Xinzhong followed him like a shadow, and the long sword in his hand stabbed out again like lightning.

"Cut the sky, cut the waves!" Lorne gritted his teeth and slashed out with another sword.

The two swords intersected, and a ball of swords exploded! Chen Xinzhong also took a few steps back.

With this sword, Lorne finally repelled her opponent, but her face became even paler, and her chest was also rising and falling sharply! Obviously, this sword she did her best to lose her holy energy.

On the other side, Chen Xinzhong was still expressionless, only paused slightly, and then attacked again, as if there was no loss of holy qi at all.

If this continues, Lorne will certainly not last long.

"Beidou, Batian!" Not far away, the white fat man and Fu Cheng fought fiercely together.

I saw the sword light flickering, the sound of gold and iron resonating was dense like rain, and a spark was blooming like fireworks.

Fu Cheng, like Zhou Xian, also won with strength, so the tactics of the white fat man were the same as yesterday, still fighting hard.

Judging from yesterday's performance, Fu Cheng's strength is the same as Zhou Xian's, and even slightly inferior, so at the beginning of the competition, many Guanghua viewers were secretly worried, thinking that he would most likely be dragged to death by this white fat man like Zhou Xian.

Soon, however, they realized that their worries were unfounded. Compared with Zhou Xian, Fu Cheng's strength is more than a star and a half stronger, and the white fat man often needs three or four swords to block him with one sword, and he has to use the Beidou Heavenly Sword to force him back when he is in a hurry.

But even if he used the Northern Half Heavenly Sword, it seemed that he couldn't hurt the other party, and he could only force it back temporarily, but instead greatly depleted his own holy qi.

The white fat man's already white face also became whiter, and it was miserable. No matter how abundant the holy qi is, it can't withstand such consumption.

"Holy Soul, Heaven Break!" On the other side, Ye Wuse's eyes were blood-red, his face was full of sadness, and he had already exerted his six senses to the extreme.

His sword skills are so exquisite, every sword stab is so precise and sharp, as if the Great Dao is natural, but even so, he still can't break He Xudong's equally exquisite sword skills.