Kunlun Ke held the iron spear in his hand, stabbed it straight, Liang Wuyang's wrist dragged it, and a sword fell.

The iron spear and the sword in their hands meet again.

Kunlun Ke held the gun with one hand and pressed down, unstoppable.

Liang Wuyang's knees were slightly bent, and his face was pale.

Kunlun Ke flipped his right palm, slapped the top of Liang Wuyang's head like a small mountain, and said indifferently: "Die!"

And yet at this moment.

Kunlun Ke let out an extremely terrible roar, and retreated.

A blood spurt out of his lower abdomen!

The blood spurted out a long red line.

Just that moment before.

Liang Wuyang was extremely unreasonable and took away the sword.

At that time, Kunlunke's palm was only half a foot above his head.

At that time, the iron spear in Kunlunke's hand no longer had the barrier of the sword in his hand, and was about to go down.

He stabbed a sword deep into Kunlunke's lower abdomen.

When he drew his sword, it was time

Kunlunke's palm was half a foot above his head.

The iron spear in Kunlunke's hand did not move at all, as if it was hovering in the air.

Liang Wuyang retracted his sword and re-blocked in front of the iron spear.

Kunlun Ke reacted.

So he took his palm, and he hurried back.

Even lightning can't describe the swiftness of Liang Wuyang's sword.

It's a momentum that transcends the sense of speed.

It's like a drip of turbidity falling from the sky, the speed is not necessarily fast, but the momentum makes everyone who sees it feel that they can't stop it from happening.

Kunlun Ke clutched his bleeding abdomen, was furious, and asked, "What kind of sword is this!"

Liang Wuyang looked at him.

His previous sword was not a sword technique, but a sword intent.

Du Qing's sword intent.

Kunlun Ke clutched his abdomen, blood lingering from his fingers, he felt the pain in his abdomen and the terrifying sword intent that was still encroaching, and his face was extremely ugly.

Kunlun Ke took a deep breath.

An extremely cold breath...... Released from his body, then quickly re-absorbed under his skin.

The long black hair left the bleeding shoulders and fluttered in the wind, and then, Kunlun Ke's cheeks sank slightly, and he lost weight rapidly, but the aura exuded from his body did not weaken in the slightest, but became more and more powerful.

With a hissing sound, his torn clothes shattered into pieces and sprayed like snowflakes...... Revealing his strong body, like an iron man.

At this moment, a very strange picture happened.

There were hundreds of wounds on his bronzed body, which closed at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if there was an invisible force...... Forcibly suppress all injuries.

Then suddenly there was a loud roar.

The air dispersed, and the snow lines were blown into powder by the air waves, and the Kunlun Ke, who was originally standing here, instantly swept in front of Liang Wuyang, and shouted like thunder, holding the gun in both hands as if holding an iron rod, and smashed it towards the ground unreasonably!

Liang Wuyang stepped heavily, his body suddenly shook, and he held the sword with both hands...... Leaping overhead in the night, he slashed at the man!

Kunlun Ke's face was expressionless, and the iron spear smashed down with a horizontal stroke.

Liang Wuyang struggled to raise his sword and block again.

Waves of air sputter in all directions.

Liang Wuyang's left shoulder was in severe pain, and he could no longer resist the huge force of the gun in Kunlun Ke's hand, so he knelt down on one knee, and his knee smashed several cracks in the hard ground, and his face suddenly turned pale. He was in pain, very painful, so his face was very white, very white, but for some reason, he didn't see any shadow of death in his eyes, but it was bright, very bright.

With a cry of pain like a beast fighting for his life, Liang Wuyang turned the pain into unimaginable instantaneous power, forcibly flipped his right wrist, and his already injured left hand clenched into a fist and hit the back of the gun hard!

It's two simple ...... The action, the heavy sword in his hand, as if it had gained some kind of vitality in an instant, like a smart snake, rolled up along the iron spear of Kunlunke, blooming a series of sword flowers, but pressed Kunlunke's iron spear to the bottom!