However, as Tang Yun's second sword was about to be cut, who would have thought that the peerless figure under the night would tremble quietly.

Then, a mouthful of redness poured out.

Under the night, how vivid is the dazzling blood?

It's like a blooming flower on the other side in the depths of the darkness.

As for Tang Yun himself, he was like a lotus that lost water, and his pretty face turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The whole person's aura also instantly became listless.

Tang Yun was too weak after all, and the two swords just now had almost drained all the power in her body.

Now, she overdraws her body and is ready to perform the second move of the Yunyan Sword Technique.

But how could her weak body withstand such continuous and huge consumption?

In the end, Tang Yun's most powerful sword still failed to cut it down.

However, Tang Yun's attack was not carried out, but the attack of the God of War had already reached its sight.

In this case, Tang Yun naturally could not avoid it. Her weak body resisted all Ye Qingtian's attacks.

Puff~

The long skirt is stained with blood, and the beauty is filled with sorrow.

The once arrogant lord of Truman fell from the sky and splashed dust into the sky.

"Huh~"

"I'll be saved."

Seeing that Tang Yun was severely injured by the God of War, Mo Gucheng, who was already desperate, suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

The Sword Saint and Tang Hao also fell into their hearts.

Above the old face, there was a shock.

Behind the spine, there was cold sweat.

Although the Sword Saint and the others were unwilling to admit it, they had to say that if Tang Yun had used the sword just now, even if they did not die, they would probably have to lose their skin.

The Sword Saint started out with sword skills, and no one could feel the power of the sword skills Tang Yun used.

He faced Tang Yun like a river, facing the sea of ​​abyss.

"Old Ye, don't be standing there."

"Hurry up!"

"Ma De is worthy of being the leader of the Tru Sect, it's so terrible."

Behind him, Tang Hao's cursing voice came.

At this time, Ye Qingtian looked at Tang Yun who was lying on the ground. Although he was a little embarrassed, he still ignored her and turned his head to investigate Tang Hao and the others' injuries.

"Sword Saint, is it okay?" Ye Qingtian asked in a deep voice.

The Sword Saint waved his hand, his face turned pale: "I was a little injured, but it didn't matter."

"The most important thing at the moment is to quickly think about how to deal with Tang Yun."

While speaking, the sword saint and others looked in the direction of Tang Yun.

The Truman's lord was first overdrawn, and then severely injured by Ye Qingtian. It can be said that he was even more injured.

The breath was sluggish, and it seemed that there was no threat.

"What else do you think?"

"Just kill me!"

"Nothing to be polite."

King of Fighters Mo Gucheng was originally impatient, not to mention that he almost died under Tang Yun's sword just now, and he was already very angry. Now he wanted to rush over and kill Tang Yun immediately.

"King of Fighters, don't act irritating."

"She is the leader of the Trumen after all, and it is of great importance."

"Don't take her life easily." The war god Ye Qingtian persuaded him.

"Can we blame us?"

"It was she who provoked us Yanxia Martial Arts first."

"A hundred thousand lives will be ruined."

"And just now, if you hadn't taken action in time, I, the Sword Saint and others, would have fallen under her sword."

"It was her provocation first, so why should we be more concerned about it?"

"Don't stop me today, I'll ruin her now."

"For the martial arts of the world, except for this female devil!"

After the words came, the King of Fighters immediately punched several times. Ye Qingtian wanted to stop him, but he couldn't stop him.

Bang bang bang ~

In the low roar, Tang Yun, who was already injured, was smashed away by the King of Fighters again.

The delicate body with blood, like leaves in the wind, flew out a hundred meters.

Puff~

Another mouthful of red blood spit out from her mouth.

The elegant and luxurious face in the past is now only a pale and haggard.
Chapter completed!