Wang Yu, who represented the Tang family, was extremely ruthless.

Step forward, the long knife from top to bottom, showing the trend of Mount Tai pressing the top.

After listening attentively, Song Yun's body turned to the right side, avoiding the attacking long knife in an extremely thrilling situation.

"Die."

Wang Yu, whose face was dark, flipped his wrist, and the long knife swept away, and the cold light was awe-inspiring.

Even if he has confidence in Song Yun, when Song Yun faces danger, whether it is Ye Qianqian, Lin Xiaoya, or everyone in the Zhai family, they can't help but worry.

Ye Qianqian and Lin Xiaoya's hands unconsciously shook together, and Zhai Shaolong subconsciously stepped forward, knowing that he couldn't help much, as if he wanted to rush into the ring.

On the contrary, Zhai Minzhu's expression was relatively calm, after all, she controlled the Kunfeng Group, and she was used to seeing strong winds and waves, so she just suppressed her emotions and prayed that Song Yun was safe and sound.

On the ring, Song Yun took a wrong step and stepped back, avoiding the long knife again.

After choosing to dodge twice in a row, Miao Songtao in the audience has already begun to shout:

"Okay, just hit him like this, and hack him for me."

"Kill, kill him."

The port business in Jiangzhou has always been eye-catching, and several other major families have long wanted to get a piece of the pie, but now they finally see the opportunity, of course, they can't wait for Song Yun to die directly, and keep shouting. 、

For a while, business seemed very noisy.

"Push the knife and slash!"

Wang Yu shouted angrily, his arms were fighting, and the long knife followed the direction of Song Yun's retreat, pursuing strongly, the knife light flashed, and the killing intent was awe-inspiring.

Buzzing like a tiger roaring and a dragon groaning, Wan Zihao couldn't help but gasp.

If he is dealing with Wang Yu now, he will definitely not be able to dodge this knife, no matter in terms of speed or angle, Wang Yu's shot can be said to be flawless.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

Miao Songtao was extremely excited, and shouted three kills in a row, hoping that Song Yun was directly cut into two knots by the long knife.

At the last moment, Song Yun decisively slapped his waist.

"Whew!"

The blood-red long sword suddenly flashed.

In a short moment, the sword qi was at its peak, and his expression was very calm, Song Yun did not hesitate, a sword stabbed out, and he faced Wang Yu's long knife head-on.

It's too late, it's too soon.

"Ding!"

A sharp voice erupted, and the long sword stabbed the blade of the long knife accurately, it was simply dancing on the sword, if the angle was staggered by half a minute, then Song Yun was completely unavoidable, and it was very likely that he would be injured under the long knife.

"Kill!"

Wang Yu followed the roar of anger, and there was a crackling sound all over his body, and after the peak was accumulated, his left hand was pushed on the back of the knife.

Most swordsmen will push their knives to slash this move.

It can be said to be an introductory move, but there are very few people who can use it that are really proficient, and Wang Yu is quite perfect in grasping the timing of his shot.

The magnificent strength exploded, the Blood Sword was a soft sword after all, and under the urging of the strength, it had already bent significantly, and the long knife was unstoppable, slashing towards Song Yun's chest.

Under the arena, there were both cold and hoarse cheers, as well as screams made out because of worrying about Song Yun's safety.

Seeing that Song Yun was unavoidable, at the critical moment, Song Yun's waist and abdomen showed super flexibility, and he leaned back to the limit, avoiding the long knife of the horizontal slash in the posture of an iron plate bridge.

While dodging, Song Yun handed the long sword to his left hand.

"Buzz!"

The bloody long sword emitted a sharp hum, sounding the horn of Song Yun's counterattack. 、

The wrist was flipped, and the sword flower burst out, and in a short moment, it hit Wang Yu's eyebrows, throat, and heart.

Although Song Yun hid in a thrilling way, the whole counterattack was natural, and Wang Yu had unconsciously thought in his heart that Song Yun might have deliberately waited for him to approach, and then calmly counterattacked.

When the interruption continues, it is chaotic.

Wang Yu tried his best to dodge and retreat, and the indomitable momentum of the long knife disappeared.

The sword qi continued to erupt, Song Yun took a wrong step under his feet, the whole person looked extremely elegant, and the sword flowers flew up and down, and the move did not leave Wang Yu's vital point.

"Dangdang, poof!"

"Dangdang, poof!"

Wang Yu was already trying his best to block it, but he was still stabbed by the long sword one after another, and the blood burst like a delicate flower, not that Wang Yu was not desperate, nor that Wang Yu didn't want to avoid the long sword, but Song Yun's move, which was too weird to prevent.

Normally, most people will make moves with their right hand, and there are traces to follow in that move, but Song Yun is holding a sword with his left hand, and his moves are not half a point of stagnation, and even look sharper than using a sword with his right hand, and it is more impossible to find and be unguardable.

Wang Yu was like a black blind man in a desperate situation at this time, and his mouth kept roaring, but the long sword would still break through the defense of the long knife and keep hitting.

Even if he avoided the vital position, but after being injured and losing blood one after another, Wang Yu's defeat was only a matter of time.

The people of the several major families who were in high spirits in the audience were all silent at this time, and for a moment, the place was beaten into a library-like silence.

Of course, this scene did not last long.

Zhai Shaolong, who was extremely excited, jumped on the chair completely regardless of the image, applauded loudly, maybe he didn't feel enjoyable, but later, he simply jumped on the table and shouted frantically:

"Brother Yun is mighty!"

"Brother Yun is mighty!"

By now, Wan Zihao was completely convinced, at the beginning, before Qiu Lao died, he asked Wan Zihao to kowtow to Song Yun, which was considered half a registered disciple, at that time Wan Zihao felt uncomfortable, he felt that he was about the same age as Song Yun.

It is not denied that Song Yun is indeed better than himself, but as a master-like existence, how can it be?

Seeing Song Yun's current move, Wan Zihao also had to admit that the vision of the master and his old man was indeed much better than his own, and Song Yun's strength completely surpassed several levels, even if he was Wan Zihao's master, it was more than enough.

"Broken!"

Song Yun burst into shouts, his wrists continued to flip, the long sword hummed constantly, and those attacking sword flowers attacked Wang Yu from different angles, like antelope hanging horns, without a trace.

Wang Yu, who had a dark face, was completely anxious at this time, and he didn't know how to defend at all.

Master duels, when you become confused, it is not far from defeat.

"Whew!"

The bloody sword slashed through Wang Yu's wrist, and the blood soared into a line.

Severe pain struck, and the long knife in Wang Yu's hand could no longer be held and fell into the ring.

With a chill in his heart, Wang Yu felt that he was going to die now.

Just as he wanted to retreat sharply, Song Yun had already stepped forward to catch up.

The vast sword qi exploded, and at this moment, Song Yun seemed to have become one with the sword, and the vast killing machine had completely sealed all of Wang Yu's dodge space.

"I throw in the towel!" Wang Yu shouted loudly at this time.

Seeing that the magnificent sword qi was already about to devour Wang Yu, Song Yun decisively accepted the move after hearing him admit defeat, the sword qi dissipated, and Song Yun had already retreated.

It was at this time that Wang Yu suddenly burst into tears:

"Give me death."

The body rushed forward, picked up the long knife on the tip of his toes, and followed the sweeping Eight Desolations, slashing towards Song Yun.

"Shameless!"

Wan Zihao couldn't help but burst into tears, and at the same time he was worried in his heart, no matter how hard Song Yun made his move, and suddenly retracted, it was likely to affect the wandering of his own strength, and now that Wang Yu shamelessly suddenly counterattacked, it was really possible to have an accident......