The golden needle pierces the soul, one needle hurts seven feelings, the second needle wants to break the intestines, and the third needle soul is lonely.

According to records, all holy masters who forcibly improved their cultivation with the technique of stabbing the soul with golden needles often suffered a heavy blow to their hearts after the first needle, and they would be in pain after two needles.

This third needle is simply dead or alive, and if it weren't for the determination to die together, no one would dare to prick the third needle.

Gu Fenghua stabbed the soul three times, but she could still stay awake, in the eyes of everyone, it was already a miracle, who knows, she even dared to prick the fourth needle, did she really want to die!

Looking at Gu Fenghua's slightly immature but unswerving figure, not only the people of Xinghua, but even the eyes of the people of Guanghua showed admiration.

The holy qi in Gu Fenghua's body erupted again, but the previous three golden needle stabbing souls had already stimulated her potential to the extreme, and this outbreak was like the last flicker before the candle flame was about to be extinguished.

The black fireworks still shrouded her, and the ruthless sword still fell towards her.

The heart-wrenching pain poured into my mind again. In front of her, the light gradually disappeared, and her heart continued to fall, and she was about to fall into boundless darkness.

"Fenghua ......"

"Fenghua ......" sounded in the ears of the grief-stricken roar of Lorne.

Vaguely, I only saw Luo En, the white fat man, and Ye Wuse struggling to stand up and block in front of her.

However, even Gu Fenghua couldn't resist a sword, how could they resist it? The meridians were broken, the holy qi flowed, and the blood stained their clothes blood-red in an instant.

"No!" Gu Fenghua shouted in his heart, relying on the last trace of clarity, he injected the only bit of holy qi and the last bit of residual power, including the divine thoughts that were already on the verge of collapse, into the long sword.

The long sword wrapped in silk cloth suddenly bloomed into a point of light, as small as the tip of a needle, but so dazzling, like the most brilliant star in the dark night sky.

The layers of silk cloth turned into a piece of flying flotsam, like colorful butterflies flying, and a sword light rushed straight into the sky.

Excalibur, finally unsheathed!

At this moment, the entire heaven and earth turned white, and even the noon sun was covered by the sword light. The supreme majesty fills everyone's heart. Everyone was so stabbed by the dazzling sword light that they couldn't open their eyes, and even their minds became blank.

Gu Fenghua's heart finally entered the boundless darkness, and he could no longer see a trace of light. But her heart is so calm, so peaceful.

At the moment when the Excalibur was unsheathed, she heard Xiang Wuxian's scream. The contest was finally over, and although she had exhausted all her holy energy, exhausted all her mind, and perhaps she would never wake up from the darkness, at least, they had won, and at least, Lorne and the others were still alive.

The surroundings were so silent, as if they were eternal, but Gu Fenghua was not a little afraid, and when she pricked the last needle, she had already guessed the result.

The mind gradually fell silent, and the consciousness gradually disappeared. Familiar faces appeared quickly in my heart, but they were so vague and distant.

I'm sorry, brother, I'm sorry, grandfather, I'm sorry, I'm silent...... With her last regret, her heart sank into the endless abyss and plunged into the darkness of death.