In the middle of the battlefield.

Yao Lao's sword intent was awe-inspiring.

The knife that Chu Yun squeezed out of his potential was also full of oppression.

The intensity has reached the point where it has attracted the attention of Yao Lao!

He knew that Chu Yun's knife at this moment was his real last sword!

The power of swallowing heaven and earth!

Off-site.

Chu Zhongtang stared at all this on the battlefield with an expressionless face.

He knew very well that Chu Yun was squeezing his potential.

Swing this knife and win. Maybe it will go to a whole new level.

But if you lose to Yao Lao. In all likelihood, he will be scrapped completely. He even died on the spot.

He breathed steadily, but visibly cold.

A ruthless aura erupted from his body. It was so powerful that even Lin Youmiao, who was standing on the side, couldn't help frowning slightly. Leaned slightly to the side.

This Boss Chu seems to have reacted violently.

Was he worried about Chu Yun's life and death?

Or was it just the fierce struggle between the two powerhouses in the field that affected the fighting spirit in my heart?

Frankly speaking, even Lin Youmiao is a little nervous.

Enjoying such a battle of the strong is extremely enjoyable and moving!

"Chu Yun, go down and accompany your father!"

Yao Lao's blade goes.

The momentum of the whole body is skyrocketing!

This knife destroyed the world and destroyed the world. Take Chu Yun's head directly.

It's like a god descending from the sky, unstoppable!

Chu Yun's face did not change, and he drew his sword to face each other.

Bang!

This knife changes color in heaven and earth, like a mysterious knife from the sky.

These two knives have reached their respective limits.

It is also the final pressure box knife.

The only difference is that Yao Lao's knife is obviously tempered by thousands of hammers. Whether it is the angle of the knife or the momentum, it is extremely sophisticated.

And Chu Yun's knife was very hasty, and even had a flash of inspiration!

Compared with the two, proficiency alone is not at the same level.

But in the battle of the strong, where are there so many routines?

It's often surprising, but it's the only way to win!

Sonor!

Blade collision. It was as if there was a terrifying air current.

Lin Youmiao, who was standing in the distance, felt a gust of wind blowing on her face. Her heart sank slightly, and this counteracted the terrifying backlash.

Lin Youmiao knew that this was not a real backlash. It's just a mental offensive from the strong. It's like a vicious outlaw who can scare ordinary people into restlessness with just one look.

It's a bit metaphysical, but it's a real spiritual attack!

At this moment, Lin Youmiao's delicate body trembled by this knife.

Eyes, but staring at the battlefield.

After the two of them stabbed, no one relented.

The second knife was reconnected.

After a few intensive attacks, Lin Youmiao's palms were sweating. It was as if she was the one who took the knife.

And the confrontation on the battlefield has also changed significantly.

Wow.

Yao Lao took two steps back.

His heart was pounding. The knife in his hand was cut into several gaps.

A monstrous killing machine enveloped him.

Chu Yun, who was standing opposite him, came like a god of death and drew his sword.

"Have you ever thought you'd die today?"

Chu Yun's chest had a knife cut.

Blood ran down his clothes.

The wound on his left arm had scabbed over, but it looked horrible and terrifying.

Even the blood on the corner of his mouth couldn't be wiped clean.

Only in those dark eyes, the color of violence has not diminished at all!

"Before I decided to go up the mountain, I was ready to die. Chu Yun drew his sword. The chill was overwhelming. "I can die at your hands. ”

"But you, you must die!"

Airplanes!

Chu Yun drew his sword.

Another fierce sword!

Continuous crushing potential, exerting the limit of a knife.

It was extremely harmful to Chu Yun himself.

But at this moment, he had no choice, and he couldn't retreat.

What about Yao Lao?

He could clearly feel that when Chu Yun, who had squeezed out all his limits, he would not be much weaker than himself.

But his spirit of not wanting to die is something that Yao Lao does not have.

When you are old and have fewer days, you will inevitably be greedy.

No matter how powerful the strong is, they can't get around this cycle.

Yao Lao expected that this would be a relatively difficult battle.

But there is absolutely no consciousness of putting one's life into it.

He also didn't think that Chu Yun could threaten his life.

But at this time, Chu Yun squeezed the extreme knife one after another. But it really shook the foundation of Yao Lao. It poses a certain threat to his life!

Although he had an inexplicable burden in his heart.

But more than that, it's anger.

He originally thought that it was impossible for Chu Yun to threaten him. Nor should you threaten yourself.

But at this moment, Chu Yun forced out his pressure box. pulled him to the same front as himself. This went against Yao Lao's last wishes and made him angry.

Sonor!

"I may not die!" Yao Lao shouted in a deep voice. "But you will die today!"

Blade to go.

Radiant!

The two of them have gone to the knife one after another, and they have shown their lifelong learning!

Boom.

The snow shook like an avalanche.

And on the battlefield, it gradually fell into dead silence!

Tick.

Chu Yun's hand holding the knife kept flowing blood.

Drop by drop, the snow under his feet was dyed red. It also blurred the lines on his arms.

On the other hand, Yao Lao. But the knife in his hand was gone.

The empty palms were cramped for a while. Unsustainable.

The two looked at each other and fell into an extremely strange atmosphere.

"Didn't you just say that the nameless Tibetan knife is too low-level?" Chu Yun slowly took a step forward. It's only a few steps away from Yao Lao. "Where's the knife in your hand, hidden out?"

These words are not a question.

It's a merciless mockery!

What about the knife in Yao Lao's hand?

He gave up!

He let go!

He didn't dare to risk destroying his arm to keep the knife in his hand!

But Chuyun did it.

At this moment, on his arm, countless dark cyan veins cracked. Blood oozed down the skin. It looks extremely shocking. Covered in hair.

This is the price that must be paid for holding the knife in your hand!

Just like Chu Yun said, he had the determination to die, but Yao Lao didn't.

So he can treat himself more viciously, Yao Lao can't.

Blood kept flowing down Chu Yun's arm.

Chu Yun's footsteps did not stop for a single step.

Soon, he raised the blade in his hand and stood in front of Yao Lao.

"Come on. Eat me again. ”

Chu Yun said.

Put it away, and the knife falls.

Bang!

Yao Lao's old trick was repeated, and a blow slapped on Chu Yun's chest.

Chu Yun's knife also fell on the head of the desperate, unwilling, and painful Yao Lao.

Kill with one sword!

Flutter!

Blood splattered.

Yao Lao collapsed in a pool of blood.

ended his absolutely brilliant martial arts path.

But Chu Yun did not have the slightest sense of pride.

Instead, he glanced indifferently at Yao Lao, who was in a miserable state of death. Thin lips opened slightly: "You are also worthy of killing my father?"

With that, he slowly raised his eyes.

A pair of pitch-black eyes were like the pupils of a beast, and they suddenly shot towards the elegant middle-aged man on the boulder!