The Sword Saints never dreamed that their combined attack could not stop Tang Yun's sword technique.

"not good!"

"Retreat, retreat quickly~"

After a brief panic, the Sword Saint saw the sword light that was still alive, and immediately was shocked and shouted.

But how fast is Tang Yun’s offensive?

The sword light flashed, and the sharp sword energy was already slashed on the three sword saints.

The cold light surged, and the sword intent was scattered.

Even the opportunity to retreat was not left to the three swordsmans.

Seeing that the three major titles of the Martial God Temple were instantly swept by Tang Yun's powerful sword energy.

It was like the strong wind rolling up the falling leaves.

Tang Hao, King of Fighters, and Sword Saint, the bodies of the three men flew up and then fell to the ground fiercely.

Puff~

The sword energy enters the body, and the qi and blood roll.

The bright redness flowed down slowly from the corners of the mouths of the three sword saints.

One sword defeated three people!

The power of the Tru Sect Master is undoubtedly revealed at this moment.

The wounded King of Fighters and others were completely stunned and looked at the peerless woman ahead in horror.

"This...what the hell is this sword technique?"

"The offensive, is... so powerful?"

The King of Fighters was really scared.

If he was injured by Tang Yun before, he could be blamed for being careless and underestimating the enemy.

But now, the three of them joined forces but still couldn't stop Tang Yun's swordsmanship.

This only shows that the gap in strength between them is too big.

"It's worthy of being Tang Yun, who is seriously injured, but he can still fight against three."

"If it was in its heyday, how powerful would he be?"

Tang Hao got up from the ground, whispering to the blood on the corner of his mouth.

A huge sense of powerlessness arose in his heart at this moment.

However, just when the three of them were shocked, a cold voice, like the chanting of the god of death, quietly rang out in the void of the night ahead.

"There is so much merciless hatred in heaven and earth, and the lonely cry cannot last long at night!"

"Yunyan Sword Art, the second sword, Bing Xin!"

Whoosh ~

The sword is like a rainbow, cold as ice.

The moment Tang Yun set out his sword, the Sword Saint and others felt that the world in front of them had disappeared.

The sun, moon, and stars are all shining.

In the eyes of Tang Hao and the other three, only Tang Yun's sharp sword energy was left.

For some reason, when he saw Tang Yun's sword, the three sword saints felt that they were strangled by the god of death.

Yes, under the sword of Tang Yun, they actually felt the threat of death.

It is conceivable how powerful Tang Yun’s sword is?

An unprecedented fear swept out from the hearts of the three swordsmans like a tide.

Is this the majesty of the Truman strong man?

Is this the most powerful person on the list?

Before this, the Sword Saint and the others never thought that there was such a big gap between them and the top martial arts masters in the world.

Could it be that the three strong men of the pillar countries really fall under the Tang Yun sword?

Tang Hao and others were almost desperate.

They also wanted to avoid it, but the Sword Saint knew very well that at their speed, they were not as fast as Tang Yun's sword force.

What's more, they have just suffered heavy damage from Tang Yun, and are in an embarrassing stage when the old power has just ended and the new power has not yet emerged. In this case, facing Tang Yun's powerful offensive again, they have no room for fighting back.

He could only look at Tang Yun's sword energy suddenly slashed out.

"Tang Yun, you dare!"

The God of War in the distance naturally noticed the crisis of the Sword Saint and others.

While yelling angrily, he rushed over to help him frantically.

At the same time, Ye Qingtian also showed his power.

The attacks were like rivers rushing, smashing hard towards Tang Yun.

What he did was to do his best to weaken Tang Yun's sword energy attack.

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.
To be continued...