Chatper 918 (1/2)

"If you fight like this, the Golden Sword Sect will definitely lose!"

"Yeah, the people from the Golden Sabre Sect have been there for a long time. Even with the support of the two Supreme Elders of the Heavenly Dao Academy, they are unable to change the situation."

"Let's see what happens to this Feng Wuhui in the end. Zhao Eilai can't die. No matter how stupid Feng Yaori is, he won't kill Zhao Eilai in public."

People from all major forces quickly came to the conclusion that the situation was almost one-sided, and it was biased towards the Jiuzhonglou.

However, at this moment, Ye Tianze, who was fighting with Su Hu, suddenly stabbed a shot. This shot was so chilling that it seemed to make the world stand still.

"Chasing Soul!" Hearing this low voice, people felt a sense of horror, it was obvious that Ye Tianze used golden spiritual power.

But they felt that it was like the power of frost transformed from water spiritual power.

As soon as the spear came out, Su Hu blocked it with all his strength. As the elder of the Jiuzhong Building, and the strongest elder, he naturally wouldn't let Ye Tianze succeed, even if he was facing the nine spears.

The wind spirit energy on his body surged, and the Feng Shenjian accumulated to seven thousand swords, and greeted Ye Tianze's long spear.

"Today, I want to let the people of the world know that the so-called Huntian Battle Physique, the so-called Huntian Nine Spears, is nothing but a vain reputation!" Su Hu said.

As soon as the words fell, he regretted it, because he found that Ye Tianze's spear had no meaning to dodge at all. The spear was like a raptor, shuttled from the shadow of the sword, causing ripples in the void.

"Clang clang"

Ye Tianze's body followed, and the sword energy fell on his body, and the armor condensed by the earth spirit power collapsed in an instant.

However, the blood fiendish energy condensed by the chaotic battle body was replenished again, and the whole person was like a blood fiendish dragon, directly dispelling the sword qi.

"puff"

A little bit of the spear landed on Su Hu's body. This was the result of him being an inch cheaper. If he didn't react, he might have been directly pierced through his heart.

"Death!"

With a cry of coldness, as if Yan Luo urged his life, Su Hu had just dodged a shot when he felt the freezing cold all over his body.

When this gun struck, Su Hu finally showed his fear. At this moment, he realized that the difference between god-level swordsmanship and heaven-level swordsmanship, what he said just now, was simply naive and ridiculous.

He had to block with all his strength, and the wind spirit energy on his body was condensed around him, but he still felt powerless. The gun that stabbed at him was clearly a straight line.

But he felt that no matter where he dodged, he would be stabbed.

"puff!"

As soon as the spear came out, it was a little cold, and Su Hu's body was pierced again, and the blood came out of the meridians, "squeaking" directly.

The piercing pain spread all over the body. Su Hu suffered a lot of injuries, but he felt that he was stabbed by this gun, as if he had been stabbed by a scorpion, and his body trembled involuntarily.

"Broken Army!" Another low shout.

Su Hu looked at Ye Tianze, and it seemed that there was only one person in front of him, but he felt as if thousands of troops were rushing towards him.

"puff"

The spear fell on him again, and all he felt was fear and powerlessness, no matter how he blocked, no matter how he resisted, the spear would eventually fall on him, as if his life was already in the hands of this person. in hand.

"Devil..."

With the fourth low voice, the long spear stabbed again, this time not a little cold light, but a million cold light.

This shot seems to be one shot, but ten thousand shots were stabbed at the same time, and finally converged into one shot.

"puff"