In the deep darkness of the night, the battle between Mu Yu and Tutankhamun entered a white-hot stage. Mu Yu was originally an awe-inspiring chivalrous man on the rivers and lakes, but at this moment he was powerless due to serious injuries. His face was as pale as paper, his breathing was rapid and weak, and each swing of his sword seemed to drain all the strength of his body. However, his eyes remained steadfast and shimmered with unyielding light.

Tutankhamun, a mysterious figure with an immortal body, always had a sneer on his face, as if he had anticipated the outcome of the battle. Each of his attacks seemed cruel and powerful, as if he was about to completely destroy Mu Yu. However, no matter how fatal the blow was, he was able to recover quickly and continue to launch a frantic attack.

In this battle, the two come and go, and the swords and swords are intertwined into a magnificent picture. Although Mu Yu was seriously injured, he still resisted stubbornly, and every swing of his sword carried the determination to break the cauldron and sink the boat. Tutankhamun, on the other hand, seemed to be enjoying the fight, with a cruel smile on his face all the time.

The stars in the night sky seemed to tremble at the battle, their light flickering in the figures of the two men fighting. The aura around him became tense and solemn, as if even time was frozen at this moment. In this battle of life and death, victory or defeat is no longer important, only that unyielding fighting spirit and endless courage burn in the night sky.

In the dim underground palace, Mu Yu was seriously injured, ragged and bloodstained. His face was pale and his eyes were sunken, but the light in his eyes remained steadfast. Even though his body was trembling, his back straightened, and he gripped the weapon in his hand, ready for the battle that followed.

Tutankhamun, the curse of the ancient pharaoh, appeared to him in an immortal body. The cold and ruthless face looked even more strange and terrifying in the dim light. His body was as hard as a stone, and no attack seemed to be able to inflict substantial damage. Every collision, every confrontation, made Mu Yu feel a deep sense of powerlessness.

However, Mu Yu did not give up. He knew that this was an inescapable battle, and only by defeating Tutankhamun could he get out of this dungeon and see the light of day again. He gritted his teeth, waved the weapon in his hand, and attacked with all his might. Each attack carried with him the strength of his whole body, hoping to open a gap in the immortal pharaoh.

Tutankhamun seemed to sense Mu Yu's determination, and he let out a sneer, brandishing a huge scepter, and attacked Mu Yu fiercely. Mu Yu dodged at the last moment, but fell to the ground because of the huge impact. He felt the bones tremble all over his body, as if they were about to shatter.

However, even though he was seriously injured, Mu Yu still stood up tenaciously. He knew that he couldn't afford to lose this battle. With all his strength, he attacked Tutankhamun again. And Tutankhamun also seemed to feel Mu Yu's determination and perseverance, and became even more violent.

The battle lasted for a long time, and the dimly lit dungeon was filled with fierce collisions and gasps. But no matter how fierce the battle was, no matter how tired his body was, Mu Yu did not give up. He firmly believed that as long as there was still breath, he would be able to defeat the immortal pharaoh.

Mu Yu was seriously injured, his face was pale, and his body was crumbling. His clothes were in tatters, and he was bleeding from multiple wounds, but he still stood stubbornly and his eyes were determined.

And Tutankhamun's corpse, although it has lost its life, is still indestructible and powerful. Its eye sockets are deep-set, but they seem to shoot a cold light; Its hands were clenched tightly, and there seemed to be a strong force remaining. With every wave, there was a chilling sound of the wind, and with every step, the ground trembled.

The battle between the two was fierce. Although Mu Yu was seriously injured, his body and skills did not diminish at all, dodging Tutankhamun's attack. With the help of his surroundings and all available resources, he started a life-and-death struggle with this immortal corpse. Every collision will stir up a cloud of dust, and every confrontation will make the surrounding air condense.

Although Mu Yu was exhausted, he knew that as long as there was still a breath left, he couldn't give up. He gritted his teeth and fought an endless battle against this terrible corpse with all his might.

Mu Yu was already seriously injured and bleeding profusely, but his eyes were still firm. He faces Tutankhamun, who is known as immortal, and a fierce battle is unfolding.

Tutankhamun, the curse of the ancient pharaoh, exudes the smell of death. His body seemed to be unharmed and recovered quickly no matter what kind of blow he suffered. His power is powerful and mysterious, and Mu Yu is in a bitter battle.

However, despite being seriously injured, Mu Yu did not give up. With his tenacious will and superb fighting skills, he fought to the death against Tutankhamun. Every sword strike, with endless anger and firmness, goes straight to the point. But Tutankhamun was always able to dodge the fatal blow in an incredible way, as if he really had an immortal body.

The battle lasted for a long time, and the figures of the two were intertwined, and the movements were dazzlingly fast. Although Mu Yu was exhausted, he still persevered, using his last strength to fight against the powerful enemy.

In the end, in a fierce confrontation, Mu Yu found the right opportunity and hit Tutankhamun with a powerful energy attack. This time, he finally broke the curse of immortality and wiped out the enemy once and for all.

Mu Yu fell to the ground exhausted, panting. The battle was tough, but he was victorious in the end. His tenacity and perseverance were best demonstrated and brought to an end to this thrilling battle.

In the dim underground palace, Mu Yu was seriously injured, ragged and bloodstained. His face was pale and his eyes were sunken, but the light in his eyes remained steadfast. The sword in his hand was missing, but it was still clenched tightly in his hand, ready for the next round of attacks.

Tutankhamun, the legendary ancient Egyptian pharaoh, has been dead for thousands of years, but his curse has made him immortal. His figure flickered in the dimly lit dungeon, each of which was accompanied by a gust of cold wind and the trembling of the stone walls. In his hand he held a huge scepter, the tip of which shimmered with a cold glow, as if it could pierce everything.

The battle between the two has been going on for a long time. Every collision is like two huge waves crashing into each other, making a deafening sound. Cracks had already appeared in the stone walls of the dungeon, and dust in the air was flying in the light.

Although Mu Yu was seriously injured, he did not give up. He knew that only by defeating Tutankhamun could he break the curse and restore everything to its original state. He gritted his teeth, brandished the sword in his hand, and engaged Tutankhamun in a desperate struggle. Every attack is full of strength and determination.

This battle is not only a challenge to life and death, but also a test of faith. Whatever the outcome, it will change the fate of two people.

In the deep darkness of the night, the battle between Mu Yu and Tutankhamun entered a white-hot stage. The moonlight shone on both, one a tired and badly wounded human, and the other an eternal pharaoh.

Mu Yu, his posture is as elegant as the wind, but he is heavily injured. His clothes were soaked with blood, and his face was a mixture of determination and exhaustion. Although his steps were a little faltering, every leap was carried with determination. In his hand he clenched a sword that shimmered with cold light, the only weapon he could rely on.

And Tutankhamun, he stands there, as if he were the same age as the world. His face was deep and mysterious, and his eyes gleamed with a grim light. His body seemed to be unaffected by any injury, and every collision with Mu Yu was like a challenge to time and space.

During the battle, the figures of the two were intertwined, their sword lights flickering, and the speed was dazzling. Tutankhamun's attacks were like a raging storm, and Mu Yu relied on skillful skills and tenacity to contend with them. Even though he was already scarred, there was not the slightest sign of flinching in his eyes.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and the battle between the two became the most dazzling scenery in the night sky. Every time they meet, they are challenging each other's limits, and it also shows that this battle will never end.

Under the cover of the dark night, Mu Yu gasped heavily, the wounds on his body were dripping with blood, and the pain raged in his body like electricity. His shirt was soaked with blood, and his face was as pale as paper. However, his eyes were as firm as iron and bright. Despite his serious injuries, his momentum did not diminish in the slightest.

He was confronted by the legendary Tutankhamun, an immortal being. Those deep eyes, like a thousand-year-old well, are not alarmed, but they hide the power of endless years. Tutankhamun was surrounded by a faint golden light, and every breath seemed to absorb the life force between heaven and earth.

The battle between the two was fierce and fierce. Mu Yu wielded the sword in his hand, and every blow was poured out with all his might, but for Tutankhamun, it seemed like an insignificant attack. Every time Tutankhamun's palm was swung, it had the power to tear through space, but Mu Yu resisted again and again with his tenacious body and tenacious will.

The air was filled with a thick aura of slaughter, the drums of war were beating, and the beacons were blazing. This battle has been going on for a long time, but the outcome is still not clear.

In the dark night, Mu Yu's figure was like a lonely boat, crumbling. His body was scarred and bloodstained, and he had obviously taken a great deal of damage. However, his eyes were still as sharp as knives, full of unyielding fighting spirit.

And against it was the ancient and powerful Tutankhamun. His presence was like a towering mountain, and no amount of attack could shake him. He stared at Mu Yu coldly, as if he was looking at an insignificant ant.

The battle began again, but this time, Mu Yu's attack was no longer able to inflict any substantial damage on Tutankhamun. Every collision is like raindrops hitting the solid rock, splashing patches of water, but the rock still stands.

However, Mu Yu did not give up. He understands that at this moment, he has no way back, and there is no room for loss. Every attack, every punch, was full of determination and courage. Although his body has reached its limit, his will is like a raging flame that will never be extinguished.

The battle between the two has entered a strange balance, you attack and defend, you retreat and I advance, as if it is an endless silent dance. And in this dance, the two forces are constantly colliding and canceling out, as if to tear the whole world apart.

Mu Yu gasped, his body had reached its limit. Under the bloodstained clothes, there were scars, and every wound was bubbling with blood. His eyes were resolute, but his face was pale, apparently from excessive blood loss. His sword had been broken in two, but he still stood stubbornly and did not fall.

Tutankhamun, the monster known as immortal, stood opposite, looking at Mu Yu coldly. His body was as hard as steel, and the speed at which his wounds healed was almost visible to the naked eye. His power seemed to be endless, and each attack seemed like it was about to completely destroy Mu Yu.

The air around them was filled with the aura of fierce battle. With every sword strike, patches of dust and stone chips are stirred up. With each impact, there is a deafening sound. The figures of the two staggered in the air, sometimes the sword light flickered, and sometimes the blood splashed.

Time seemed to slow down at this moment. Every action, every look, is full of determination and killing intent. The battle between the two has entered a white-hot stage, either you die or I live.

Although Mu Yu was seriously injured, the firmness and fearlessness in his eyes did not diminish by half a point. He struggled to his feet, every breath felt like he was stealing time with death. He brandished the broken sword in his hand, trying to find a breakthrough, a chance to defeat Tutankhamun.

Tutankhamun sneered, his attacks becoming more and more violent. But no matter how he attacked, Mu Yu could miraculously resist it. He seemed to start getting impatient, and the attacks became more violent.

However, at the most desperate moment, Mu Yu suddenly launched a counterattack. With all his strength, he stabbed the broken sword into Tutankhamun's chest. This time, it's no longer a skin of steel, but a flaw.

The sound of the blade piercing into the flesh sounded, and the smell of blood filled the air. Tutankhamun's expression froze instantly, and he looked at the sword on his chest in disbelief. Then, his body began to crumble, turning into wisps of black smoke and disappearing into thin air.

Mu Yu fell heavily to the ground, and no longer had the strength to stand up. He looked at the empty sky, a smile on his lips. This battle, he finally won.

Mu Yu gasped heavily, his body had been shattered by Tutankhamun's attack, and blood stained the hem of his clothes. Every breath brought a heart-rending pain, but he gritted his teeth and straightened his back.

Tutankhamun, the immortal creature, always had a cruel smile on his face. He seemed to enjoy the fight, and even more so the thrill of cornering his opponent. His offensive never slowed down slightly, and fierce attacks hit Mu Yu again and again, like a gust of storm, making people have nowhere to hide.

However, even though he was seriously injured, Mu Yu's eyes still flashed with determination. He knew that the battle of life and death was at this moment, and retreating meant defeat, and it meant the loss of more innocent lives. So he decided to give it a go, and with all his strength, swung his sword and slashed at Tutankhamun.

The two forces collided violently with a deafening roar. The battlefield was dusty, and the impact caused the surrounding trees to shake violently. This battle has entered the white-hot stage, and both Mu Yu and Tutankhamun are fighting each other with all their might.

Time seemed to freeze in this moment, and all sounds disappeared, except for the crisp sound of swords colliding with knives. Every confrontation was as fierce as Mars hitting the Earth. In this contest between life and death, there is no way back, only to move forward bravely.

At this time, Mu Yu was already scarred, his body was battered by Tutankhamun's attack, and blood continued to gush out of the wounds, staining his clothes red. However, despite his serious injuries, Mu Yu's eyes remained steadfast, and he gritted his teeth and struggled to resist Tutankhamun's attack.

Tutankhamun, the ancient Egyptian pharaoh with immortal body, was now launching a fierce attack on Mu Yu with endless majesty and power. His figure is as tall as a mountain, and it is intimidating; His power is as fierce as a raging storm, and there is nowhere to escape. However, Mu Yu was not intimidated by his might, and he resisted Tutankhamun's attacks with tenacious perseverance, standing up again and again and continuing to fight.

The battle between the two has been going on for a long time, but there is still no winner. Tutankhamun's immortality was a problem for Mu Yu, and he had to do whatever it took to break the situation. So, Mu Yu began to use his wisdom and skills, constantly changing his attack methods, trying to find Tutankhamun's weakness. Tutankhamun, on the other hand, responded to Mu Yu's attack with great strength and tenacity, and he did not want Mu Yu to succeed.

In this fierce battle, the strength and will of the two men are constantly colliding and clashing. Although Mu Yu was seriously wounded, he still stood there steadfastly, engaged in a never-ending duel with Tutankhamun.

In the darkness of the night, the battle between Mu Yu and Tutankhamun was fierce and fierce. Although Mu Yu was seriously injured and bleeding profusely, he still fought Tutankhamun with perseverance. Every swing of the sword, with the strength of his whole body, tried to slash this immortal enemy under the sword.

However, Tutankhamun easily dodged Mu Yu's attack with a strange and incomparably strange body. There was a grim glint in his deep eyes, as if no attack could do him substantial damage. Immortal, he can quickly recover from every wound and continue to fight back.

The battle between the two entered a white-hot stage, and the air around them seemed to tremble. Every confrontation is like thunder. Although Mu Yu was seriously injured, the firmness and unyielding in his eyes became brighter. He knows that as long as there is still breath, he can't give up.

It's an endless battle, a contest between life and death, between will and fate. Both Mu Yu and Tutankhamun are proving to the world in their own way that even in the face of the most powerful enemy, they cannot be easily defeated.