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Next, all the immortal swords in front of Wu Song shot out! Shoot at Liu Yun fiercely! He wants to defeat Liu Yun at once! There is no longer any resistance to resist!

He thought: Maybe there is no need for even the large array that has been quietly arranged! The opponent may really just be out of stock. [Ran^Text^Library] []

Fifty swords, a full fifty fairy swords shot towards Liu Yun like a storm! Like the most gorgeous sunset, like rain and snow that can't be dissolved!

Liu Yun looked at the dense immortal sword, and his eyes were full of deep horror and unfathomable fear! He was almost desperate! He almost couldn't stop wanting to give up!

However, there are still the expectant eyes of the master in the stands, as well as the expectant eyes of the brothers and sisters, and the people who have always needed everyone's care, this is the time to prove themselves! What's more, some people say that let him defeat Song Haolin and defeat Song Haolin for her, there are still three people from Song Haolin who need him to challenge!

Double fists! This time he used two fists! Left and right attacks, countless fist shadows, countless storms surging on these two fists! This is his most powerful fist! This is his fist that does not hesitate to turn back! No failure! No evasion!

The shadow of the sword is like a madness, like the wind, like the waves, like a tsunami!

Burn air and all things that stand in your way!

Swords and fists clash! Light and shadow explode and annihilate! All thrilling excitement is covered, all the sinister fury is obscured! Regardless of it! Space is annihilated, everything is blown into a pulp!!

Liu Yun vomited blood and retreated wildly! He retreated all the way to the edge of the ring! His feet stomped hard into the ring! His legs were stuck in the ring, and even though his mouth was spurting blood like fire, even if his face was full of gloom, he refused to flinch a bit! If he retreated again, what was waiting for him would be lost! Falling off the ring would be considered a loss! At this moment, he couldn't even gather his true qi and flew into the sky!

His face was hideously twisted to the point of horror!

But Wu Song refused to give him the slightest chance to regain his vitality!

Do you think that the immortal sword he flew out was just to severely damage Liu Yun? do you think that his immortal sword only has such a small use?!!!

As early as inadvertently, everyone inadvertently, his ninety-nine-eighty-one swords were laid down according to his carefully designed orientation!

He had already laid down the Ninety-Nine Returning Yuan Sword Formation when everyone was dazzled!

Almost all of them were caught off guard! Almost all of them were at a loss!

The Guiyuan Sword Formation rose up with the momentum, lighting up with a silver-white and murderous Gengjin aura! Wu Song's hands were raised above his head, and the surging Yuan Qi fluctuations were surging towards the Ninety-Nine Guiyuan Sword Formation! The eighty-one fairy swords on the edge of the ring trembled violently! Returning to the Yuan, everything in the formation would be turned into the purest Yuan Qi for the sword formation!

Xiao Tian frowned slightly, the sword array was finally arranged! He had already seen that every place where Wu Song's immortal sword fell was full of mystery, and it was obviously arranging the formation!

Mo Xiaohong gasped, junior brother, is it really going to be defeated? Is it such a complete and simple failure?

The eyes of all the audience were fixed on Liu Yun, who was covered with hideous blood on his mouth, could he still have the means to fight back?

The terrifying aura quietly shrouded this ring with the launch of the Guiyuan Sword Array, and all the vitality and Gengjin Qi were completely absorbed by the Sword Formation in an instant!

Liu Yun shouted angrily! Angry, unwilling, and bursting breath rushed out of him! He shouldn't lose! He can't lose! For the expectations of his masters! For the expectations of his brothers! Blows and defeats again and again made him have the same obsession as Mo Xiaohong who can't lose!

Inexplicably, unusually inexplicably, he suddenly remembered Xinqing's smiling face in his mind, and the smiling face that was forcibly pulled out at the end. He said that he would defeat Song Haolin for him! At the beginning, she stubbornly blocked the blow of the ghost wind for him, that kind of appearance, the despair in the poignant, it turned out that it had quietly penetrated into his heart unconsciously!

It's just that now he doesn't know, he still can't forget the small town girl, he still plays it over and over again like all lonely people, and he plays back the heartache.

Raising all the vitality and squeezing out every bit of true qi in the Purple Mansion Golden Pill, his body suddenly erupted from all directions!

Fierce trembling! Ninety-nine Guiyuan Sword Formation trembling fiercely! Eighty-one immortal swords invariably spit out a sword qi that was condensed like a substance, wandering in the air, and the cold aura was like a poisonous snake that chooses people to devour! However, these sword qi did not stab at Liu Yun! Instead, they were violently twisted together!

Crazy spinning, these sword qi spinning wildly! Around a point, around the void in the center, they are fiercely twisted into a single strand in this crazy rotation!

A giant sword exuding infinite power was quietly formed! The space was trembling, and the ring seemed to have become the most immeasurable abyss, showing the world its ferocious and hideous face! Suspended in the air, the giant sword composed entirely of Yuan Qi and Gengjin Qi pointed at Liu Yun and violently spewed cold light and shimmering sword qi!

A miserable smile flashed in Liu Yun's eyes, and under this miserable laughter, he suddenly raised his fist! A fist full of scars and blood!!

There are no weapons, no true yuan, only the strength of the flesh has become his last reliance!

The giant sword slashed down! His fist frantically struck!

Desperate! hysterical! mad as crazy!!

Miserable! Everyone closed their eyes, this is the real tragedy! It is even more tragic than the battlefield of tens of millions of people!

Xiao Tian silently felt the silk thread of vitality emanating from Liu Yun's body, a touch of joy and a touch of melancholy, quietly appeared on his cheeks, can the little apprentice survive this wave of blows?

The sword and fist clashed again! The huge sword instantly turned into a storm of boundless light! Almost blinded everyone!

The storm even drowned out the furious roar within!

Behind this light curtain, Liu Yun vomited blood, and the blood was violently knocked away!

His body, like the fallen leaves that fall helplessly from the treetops in autumn, is panicked and helpless.

But, but! His feet were once again deeply embedded in the stone slab on the edge of the ring! He refused to retreat even a penny! He was nailed to the edge of the ring, letting the blood spray wildly from his mouth!

Wound on wound!

When the light and shadow dissipated, when everything in the ring was clearly reflected in everyone's eyes, none of them made a single sound.

In the ring, Liu Yun's upper body was in tatters, and bright red blood flowed all over every inch of his body.

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