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Chapter 4821: 4821 Sure enough, someone can't hold on

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    "That's right, Ye Wuse and this fat man are both strong at the sixth rank of Emperor Saint, but Gu Fenghua is the leader. Compared with them, she is probably not weaker than them. As long as she makes a move, fat man will be able to save the day."  Everyone cheered up and looked towards Gu Fenghua again.

    Although Ye Wuse's sword just now seems to have won extremely easily, even a fool can think that he is also the sixth rank of Emperor Saint, and his real combat power is not bad. It is not so easy to kill his opponent with a single sword.  Ye Wuse's sword obviously raised his spirit to the peak, and after the sword strike, it may be difficult to fight again in the short term, and the only thing he can look forward to now is Gu Fenghua.

    Judging from the various performances of Ye Wuse and others, this Gu Fenghua is obviously worth looking forward to.

    However, they were disappointed, Gu Fenghua just quietly watched the life-and-death competition in the arena, the hand holding the sword hilt had already been put down, and it seemed that he had no intention of making a move at all.

    Others don't understand Fatty Bai, but doesn't she understand?  This guy can directly replenish his holy energy by eating and drinking, and the effect is no less than that of taking holy pills.  In a sense, this is equivalent to taking Shengdan for three or even four meals a day. If snacks are added, it is taking Shengdan to supplement the holy energy all the time.  It is something ordinary people can imagine.

    What's more, even Luo Enen and Ye Wuse only condensed two innate holy spirit roots, but because he saved Ye Wuse's life, he condensed three innate holy spirit roots by chance.  The recovery speed was second only to Gu Fenghua.

    Don't look at the black and strong man on the opposite side who has practiced hard for thousands of years, but if you really want to compete for holy spirit, you really can't compare with the fat man. Gu Fenghua doesn't need to worry about him.

    "Why didn't you do it, why didn't she do it!" Seeing that Gu Fenghua was indifferent, the young man who was only worried about the fat man was so anxious that his mouth was bubbling.

    "Hey!" At this moment, an old man next to him suddenly exclaimed.

    The young man turned his head suspiciously, followed his line of sight, his eyes widened sharply.

    Time and time again with all their strength, someone really couldn't hold on anymore, but it wasn't the fat man they were worried about, but that high apprentice of Sima Batian.

    At some point, his swarthy face was already covered with sweat, and the light in his eyes gradually faded. Although he was still slashing out with sword after sword, his movements were obviously a little stiff. When he looked carefully, he held the sword hilt  His fingers were trembling slightly.

    "Beidou, Batian!" Dozens of swords were slashed out one after another, and the fat man suddenly shouted.  The long slash of the sword light seems to break through the chaos!

    "There are thousands and thousands of roads, and the heavenly sword is heaven and earth!" The strong black man finally helped his junior shout out the sword formula, but his voice was so hoarse and weak.

    Sure enough, it is the heavenly sword Qiankun, no wonder the person before was so persistent, he had to shout the sword formula to make a move, the name of this sword skill really has a bit of awe-inspiring meaning.  But it's a pity that at this time, it was cast from the hands of the black and strong man, but it didn't have the slightest power to speak of.

    At the end of the crossbow, it is difficult to penetrate Lu Jin, which is talking about his current situation.  Competing with Fatty Bai again and again with all his strength, his holy energy has already reached the verge of exhaustion, and he is only relying on his will to support him, but how long can his will last?  At the last moment, it is not easy to grit your teeth and lift the long sword, and there is no trace of power in the sword.

    "Bang!" The sword light slammed into the air again, but there was no thunderous roar like before.

    Fatty Bai's sword easily shattered the opponent's sword light, and then the side of the sword edge flatly slapped the opponent's body, sending him flying directly.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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