"Yi Yun's Hand ......"

Originally, people's attention was attracted by Feng Lin, and they saw that Yi Yun's sword-wielding hand was already drenched in blood, and the blood vessels inside were all exploded, and even the muscles, bones, and meridians were greatly damaged.

Just slashed out a sword, causing Yi Yun's hand to hurt so badly.

That sword move, it's terrifying......

"Yi Yun's hand was actually injured like this, the power of that sword move was far beyond Yi Yun's control, Yi Yun's cultivation was limited, and the meridians were infused with such powerful energy, and it was directly torn apart......"

The martial artists of Tai'a Divine City looked at Yi Yun at this time, and they were extremely worried.

The price of a sword is like this, can Yi Yun's hand still be used?

"Yi Yun!"

At this moment, the City Lord of Tai'a Divine City stood up, he was far away on the throne, looking at Yi Yun's eyes, full of unhesitant appreciation.

"You've done a good job, and if you can't fight again, you don't have to force it. ”

Tai'a Divine City City Lord, he didn't expect Yi Yun to really win the championship of the overall group, it was too difficult and too difficult.

Now, the city lord of Tai'a Divine City knows that Yi Yun's right hand is afraid that it can no longer be used, at least, it is impossible for Yi Yun to cut out the terrifying sword move just now.

His arms could not bear it anymore.

Without that sword move, coupled with a large amount of vitality consumption, there were only six or seven percent left, Yi Yun would be very difficult to fight against the Tianjiao of the Cloud Dragon Divine Kingdom in this state, it should be said, it was almost impossible to win.

Look at the Yunlong Divine Kingdom, there are still thirteen people sitting on the player's seat at this time, especially the pale young man in black, which makes the city lord of Tai'a Divine City pay attention to his strength. Among the martial artists of the Yuanji Realm, it can be described as unfathomable.

In this case. How can Yiyun win?

At this time, the young man in black. No longer quietly staying in the corner, he stood up, holding the long sword in his arms, and looked at Yi Yun with dark eyes.

Yi Yun also looked at the black-clothed young man, his right hand was still trembling slightly, and blood was dripping continuously.

"It's a shame......"

At this moment, the voice of the black-clothed young man's vitality sounded in Yi Yun's ears, and the voice was cold and ruthless. It made people shudder when they heard it, "I knew you had such strength, I would have taken action in person in the battle just now, but now, your hands are so ...... There's no way to fight me anymore. ”

The black-clothed young man glanced at Yi Yun's hand, revealing a hint of regret.

Although it is said that during the general racing round, the players are allowed to swallow pills and relics to heal their injuries halfway. However, due to the short period of time, the effect is very limited.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the injury on Yi Yun's hand is because it hurts the bone meridians. Even if it is treated immediately, it can only cure a small part in a short time, and if you use that sword move again. I'm afraid Yi Yun's hand will be completely destroyed!

This made the young man in black feel very pity.

He's a martial idiot. Among his peers, he stands out from the crowd. The master is lonely, what he desires most is to have an evenly matched Tianjiao, who can have a hearty battle, originally, if Yi Yun can use that sword, he has this qualification.

Yi Yun looked at the black-clothed young man and was silent, he had expected that this battle would be very difficult, and now it was so, even more than he imagined, just the second battle, which made him seriously injure his arm.

It's really Feng Lin who is too strong, so Yi Yun has to do this.

The sword that was infused with the artistic conception of the Pure Yang Sword Palace just now, Yi Yun really couldn't use it anymore, at least it was impossible to slash out the power just now, otherwise the load on his arm would make Yi Yun unable to bear it.

"Yi Yun, don't force it!"

Seeing that Yi Yun had not replied, the city lord of Tai'a Divine City said again, this kind of alliance competition, when the master makes a move, it is possible to kill people, even if there is no human life, it is not impossible for a serious injury to make a person disabled, or to lie down for a year and a half, and for a Tianjiao like Yi Yun, half a year is too precious to waste at all.

"Thank you for your concern, I want to keep fighting. ”

Yi Yun's voice was calm, and when the martial artists of Tai'a Divine City heard it, they all froze in their hearts, looking at Yi Yun's appearance at this time, it was really worrying.

With a large amount of vitality consumed and one hand seriously injured, how could he continue to fight?

"Since you insist, then okay......" The middle-aged scribe glanced at Yi Yun deeply and sat down slowly.

"Haha! This Yi Yun, if you want to die to save face, you can't do it anymore, and you are still holding on here!"

On the side of the Yunlong Divine Kingdom, a young man wearing brocade smiled disdainfully, the brocade clothes on this young man's body are a kind of Yunlong Divine Kingdom's title clothes, and the title clothes are embroidered with Flying Black Jiao, which is equivalent to the title of Viscount of Tai'a Divine Kingdom, and those who can be upgraded to viscounts at this age, this young man's strength is definitely not weak.

"The end of the strong crossbow is not brave, Yi Yun is over here, his hand is crippled, and his vitality is less than seventy percent left, so there is no need to be afraid at all!"

"He could have admitted defeat with dignity, but he didn't know each other, so he had to stand on the stage and look for death, since this is the case, I'll go up and solve him!"

The young man in the flying black Jiao suit sneered, and jumped onto the Divine Desolate Platform with a knife.

"I'm here for this battle!"

The long knife of the young man in the black Jiaofu pointed directly at Yi Yun's eyebrows, revealing a provocative smile, "Yi Yun, you are very arrogant, you have fought all the way and won successes, but unfortunately, you are destined to lose in the hands of my Murong Guang, come, let me see, what skills do you have left, use them!"

Murong Guang's voice was wanton, and the surrounding Tai'a Divine City trialists were all furious when they heard it.

"What kind of thing is he! Taking advantage of people's danger and pretending to be a big clove of garlic is simply shameless!"

Some senior trialists were eager to rush up and chop up this Murong Guang.

"If Senior Brother Yi Yun hadn't been injured, he wouldn't be Senior Brother Yi Yun's enemy at all!"

However, Murong Guang sneered at this, "What is the significance of the process of fighting only by looking at the result? What about genius? It's not going to be planted in my hands! No matter what the reason, if you lose in my hands, you will be defeated, and you will not be able to wash it away for the rest of your life." It's like a saint, if I it, I will it!hahaha!"

Murong Guang smiled, and at this time, he was suddenly stunned.

He saw Yi Yun take out a jar from the spatial ring, and he opened the lid of the jar, which was filled with a dignified and viscous liquid.

"What's that?"

Before Murong Guang could see clearly, Yi Yun raised his head and drank all the red liquid in this jar.

This jar is full of precious blood—the blood of the Golden Crow!

Yi Yun was at the Gate of the Falling Stars, after killing the Golden Crow Relic, he put the body of the Golden Crow Relic into the space ring, and then took the heart blood of the Golden Crow Relic and put it into the blood jar, which was the essence of the Golden Crow Relic.

[Today's two chapters are only two thousand words each, and the second chapter is before half past twelve.] (To be continued.) )