Boom boom boom boom ~

The earth trembled and the rocks collapsed.

Under the river of heaven, the overwhelming attack was like an ocean storm, sweeping all over the world.

Under the attack of the Sword Saint and others, the entire town seemed to have an earthquake, and the half-meter-high soil layer was lifted up, and the layers of houses collapsed and cracked.

When facing the attack of the three pillars of Yanxia's strong men, Tang Yun barely avoided it.

Looking from a distance, it is like candlelight in the wind and leaves in the rain.

Only the ability to avoid, no power to resist.

After all, Tang Yun’s physical condition is too poor now.

It is already the limit to be able to stand under the attack of the three swordsmans for so long, let alone fight back.

Bang ~

At this moment, King of Fighters Mo Gucheng seized the opportunity and smashed it down with a heavy punch.

Tang Yun couldn't avoid it and was hit hard by the King of Fighters in the shoulder.

The huge fist force, wrapped around Tang Yun's delicate body, flew out a hundred meters, smashed countless high and thick walls along the way, and finally fell to the ground.

With a muffled groan, Tang Yun vomited blood and fell to the ground with a mouthful of red.

"Hmph~"

"Is this the leader of the Tru Sect?"

"It's still the number one in the sky, but that's all."

"I just used only 70% of my fist force, which was simply vulnerable."

Seeing Tang Yun lying under his boxing skills, Mo Gucheng laughed coldly, but a hint of pride appeared on his old face.

After all, he personally became the most powerful man on the list of the sky. This proud record is enough to make Mo Gucheng beat him for the rest of his life.

"King of Fighters, don't be careless."

"The Lord of Truman is not as easy to deal with as you imagined." The God of War in the distance reminded kindly.

"Don't worry, I know what's going on." Mo Gucheng replied coldly.

Then, he bent his hands into a fist and punched Tang Yun, who was injured on the ground, and punched him again.

"Tang Yun, this punch is for the dead hundred thousand heroes!"

Amid the roar, the surging fist force fell straight to the sky like a cannonball.

At this time, both the Sword Saint and Tang Hao had already taken the attack.

Just stood by and watched the King of Fighters' shot down indifferently.

Although they didn't know what happened to Tang Yun, they could all see that the current Lord of Truman was already vulnerable.

Even if Mo Gucheng's attack could not kill Tang Yun, it would be enough to hurt her.

"Tang Yun, go to death!"

Mo Gucheng roared, and his heavy iron fist had already arrived in front of Tang Yun.

However, just when the Sword Saint and others thought that Tang Yun could never escape this punch.

Who would have thought that a change would happen at this moment.

I saw that Tang Yun, who was originally injured, had a sharp edge in a moment.

A powerful power swept across Tang Yun.

Even Ye Qingtian, who was a hundred meters apart, felt a moment of palpitations after feeling this power!

“Not good~”

"King of Fighters, retreat quickly!"

Ye Qingtian's face suddenly changed drastically at that time and he shouted anxiously.

But, it's too late.

The moment Ye Qingtian finished his words, a little cold light had already lit up.

Then, the sword was as bright as water.

A ray of sword energy burst out from Tang Yun's hands.

What kind of sword technique is that?

With one sword, almost split the sun, moon and starlight.

The speed is so fast that it is almost impossible to hide and cannot avoid.

For a moment, King of Fighters Mo Gucheng almost smelled the breath of death.

A trace of fear from the soul became bigger and bigger in his pupils.

The purple sword energy actually slashed directly at Mo Gucheng's forehead.

At the critical moment of life and death, the God of War's attack fell in time.

A powerful palm hit the King of Fighters directly.

It was this palm that allowed the King of Fighters' body to avoid this sharp sword energy.

Thorny ~

Zihua flashed by, and the sword energy buzzed in his ears.

The King of Fighters who escaped the disaster was stunned.

His eyebrows and eyes were dull, and his legs were unconsciously swaying.

After a long time, the King of Fighters never came back to his senses.

Too scary.

This is the first time he has been so close to death in so many years.

The King of Fighters never dreamed that Tang Yun, who was at the end of his strength, could even erupt such a powerful attack.

Mo Gucheng had no doubt at all, if the God of War did not beat him out in time.

It is still unknown whether he can live now.

Tick ​​to answer ~

Just when Mo Gucheng was still scared, a few drops of bright red slowly dripped along his cheeks.

Mo Gucheng touched his forehead, and his hands were covered in blood.

It was not until this moment that the King of Fighters felt the burning pain on his cheeks.

He did not completely avoid the sword just now.

The sword energy slashed across his face, leaving a majestic wound on the side of the King of Fighters.

"King of Fighters, is it okay?"

At this time, Tang Hao and the Sword Saint rushed over and asked Mo Gucheng worriedly.

Mo Gucheng shook his head and replied in a low voice: "I still... I can't die."

The King of Fighters spoke with a tremolo, and it was obvious that the fear that Tang Yun brought him just now had not completely dissipated.

"Um."

"It's fine."

"Next, don't act alone."

"After all, he is the Lord of Truman. Even if he is injured, he must not be underestimated."

"We'll take action together, for the sake of security."

The Sword Saint had a solemn face and said to the King of Fighters in a deep voice.

The King of Fighters nodded. This time, he was no longer as arrogant and blind as before.

"Sword Saint, please dodge it~"

However, just as the King of Fighters, Sword Saint and others were still talking, Ye Qingtian's anxious voice came from behind him again.

The Sword Saint and others suddenly looked up and saw that the graceful woman in front of them had already emerged from the air at some point.

She held a long sword in her hand, and she waved Fangqiu.

Under the night, the sword lights brought up were as bright as smoke and as misty as clouds.

Looking from afar, the sword energy was as if the stars were scattered all over the sky.

"This...this..."

"What move is this?"
To be continued...