True Martial World

"Yi Yun's hand..."

The original attention of people was attracted by Feng Lin. They saw that the hand of Yi Yun’s sword had already been bloody, and the blood vessels inside it exploded, and even the bones and veins had great damage.

Just pull out a sword and let Yi Yun’s hand hurt so much.

That sword is too scary...

"Yi Yun's hand is actually hurt like this. The strength of the sword is far beyond the control of Yi Yun. Yi Yunxiu is limited. The meridian is so infused with such powerful energy that it tears directly..."

The warriors of Tai A Shencheng looked at Yi Yun at this time and were extremely worried.

The price of a sword is so, can Yi Yun’s hand still be used?

"Yi Yun!"

At this moment, the main city of Tai A Shencheng City stood up. He was far away from the seat of the honour, and looked at Yi Yun’s eyes, full of unswerving appreciation.

"You have done a good job. If you can't fight again, don't be forced."

The owner of the city of Tai A, does not expect Yi Yun to really win the championship of the group, it is too difficult and too difficult.

Now, the owner of Tai A Shencheng City knows that Yi Yun’s right hand is afraid that it can no longer be used. At least, just the terrible sword trick, Yi Yun is impossible to come out again.

His arm can't afford it.

There is no such sword, and with a lot of energy consumption, only six or seven percent, Yi Yun will fight the Tianjiao of Yunlong Shenguo in this state, it will be very difficult, it should be said that it is almost impossible to win.

Look at Yunlong Shenguo. At this time, there are thirteen people sitting on the players' seats. Especially the black-skinned teenagers are the ones who pay attention to the Tai'an City. His strength is in the Yuanjiu warriors. Tested to describe.

In this case, how can Yiyun win?

At this point, the black boy, no longer quietly in the corner, he stood up, holding a long sword, dark eyes looking at Yi Yun.

Yi Yun also looked at the black boy, his right hand, still trembling gently, blood dripping constantly.

"it's a pity……"

At this moment, the black-haired boy’s vitality sounded in Yiyun’s ear, and the voice was cold and ruthless, and people listened to the cold in their hearts. “I knew you have such strength. I will personally shoot it in the first battle. But now, your hand is so... I can’t fight with me anymore."

The black boy looked at Yi Yun’s hand and showed a trace of regret.

Although it is said that in the total group racing, the players are allowed to swallow the medicinal herbs and relics in the middle, but because of the short time, the effect can be very limited.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the injury on Yi Yun’s hand, because he has injured the root meridian, even if he is treated immediately, he can only cure a small part in a short time. If you use the sword again, Yi Yun’s hand will be completely abolished. Fall!

This makes the black boy feel very sorry.

He is a Wushu, among his peers, he is a leader, and his master is lonely. What he most desires is that there is a close-knit Tianjiao, a hearty battle. Originally, if Yi Yun could use that sword, he is Have this qualification.

Yi Yun looked at the black boy and was silent. He had expected it before. This battle would be very difficult. Now it is so, even more than he imagined. It was only the second battle that made him seriously injured. Arm.

It is really too strong, so Yi Yun has to do so.

Just now, a sword that permeated the artistic conception of the Pure Yang Jian Palace, Yi Yun really can no longer be used, at least it is impossible to pull out the power just like, otherwise the load of the arm will make Yi Yun unable to afford.

"Yi Yun, don't be stubborn!"

Seeing Yi Yun has not returned, Tai A Shencheng City said, this kind of league competition, when the master is over, it is possible to kill people, even if there is no life, a serious injury makes people disabled, or lay for a year and a half. Year is not impossible, but for Tianjiao like Yiyun, half a year is too precious and cannot be wasted.

"Thank you for the concern of the city owner, I want to continue fighting."

Yi Yun’s voice was calm, and the warriors of Tai’s City were listening. They were all in a stagnation. Looking at Yi Yun’s appearance at this time, it was really worrying.

A lot of energy is consumed, and one hand is seriously injured. How can he fight?

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

"Haha! This is easy to cloud, and you have to face your face and die, you can't do it, you can't do it here!"

On the side of Yunlong Shenguo, a teenager dressed in a brocade smiled disdainfully. The robes on this boy’s body are a knight’s suit of the Yunlong Shenguo. The knight’s suit is embroidered with flying black scorpion, which is equivalent to the Tai’s Kingdom. The Viscount title can be upgraded to the Viscount at this age, and the strength of this boy is definitely not weak.

"There is no courage at the end of the strong, Yi Yun has been here, the hand is broken, and the remaining strength is less than 70%, which is not enough to fear!" Another Yunlong Shenguo Tianjiao said.

"He could have conceded his fate, but he didn't know each other. He had to stand on the stage and look for death. If so, I will go up and solve him!"

The teenager wearing a flying black suit gave a sigh of laughter and jumped on the gods' table with the knife.

"This war, I am coming!"

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Murong Guang’s voice was pleasant, and the testers around Tai’an City were all angry.

"What is he? It's a shameless thing to wear a large petal in the danger of a man!"

Some senior testers, I can't wait to rush to give this Murong light.

"If Yi Yun's brother is not injured, he is not an enemy of Yi Yun's brother!" There is a young man from Tai A Shencheng, but also a small chest ups and downs.

However, for these, Murong Guang is sneer. "There is only the result of the battle, what is the meaning of the process? What about the genius? It is not to be planted in my hands! For whatever reason, it is defeated in my hands, it is defeated, for a lifetime. I can't wash it. It's like a saint, it's done by me! Hahaha!"

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

He saw Yi Yun take a can from the space ring. He opened the lid of the jar and filled it with a damp, sticky liquid.

"what?"

Murong Guang had not had time to see it, Yi Yun looked up and drunk all the red liquid in this jar.

The blood in this jar is the blood of the blood of Jinwu.

Yi Yun was at the gate of the Star of the Stars, killing the Jinwu relics, and then harvesting the body of the Jinwu relics into the space ring, and then taking the heart of the Jinwu relics into the blood tank, which is the essence of the Jinwu legacy.

[Today's two chapters have only two thousand words in each chapter, and the second chapter is before twelve and a half. 】