Under the Tianhe, there is a sword light sweeping across the sky, strong and powerful.
When people are in desperate situations, they will always burst out with unimaginable power.
Just like the current King of India Burning Heaven and King Gaia of Persia.
The power that these two attacks erupted, even if they were not as powerful as their heyday, was not much different.
The terrible power can still be felt even if they are separated by hundreds of miles.
“It looks like King Yintian and the others are desperate?”
“At this time, the beautiful master is probably dangerous.”
The crowd onlookers in the distance were shocked by the terrifying power erupted by Fen Tian and others, but they were unconsciously worried about the aftermath.
After all, two fists are hard to beat four hands.
No matter how great the after-rhyme is, it is only one person.
She may be able to compete with either King Yintian and Gaia, but if the two titles work together to besiege, then her chances of winning are undoubtedly extremely slim.
However, when everyone was deeply worried about this beautiful master, the aftermath of the storm was still calm.
She was expressionless, holding a long sword, just standing horizontally under the sky.
The violent wind blew her black dress and moved her three thousand green silks like snow.
That calm and indifferent look is like a spring water, no matter how heavy the wind and rain outside, there is no wave in her heart.
“Ok?”
“What is this beautiful master doing?”
“Why haven’t you shot yet?”
“Could it be that you know you are invincible and have given up resistance?”
When many people saw this, they were undoubtedly more puzzled.
What’s more, the gaze that looked at Yu Yun was already filled with pity and sympathy, as if looking at a corpse.
Whoosh~
However, just when the attacks of Fen Tian and others were about to fall on Yu Yun, the graceful and noble graceful shadow between Tianhe finally moved.
The long sword in his hand danced instantly.
The sharp blade reflects the sun and cold light.
Like the sickle of the god of death, quietly passing through the world here.
In just an instant, there was endless sword light in the eye.
The whole world is like an extremely bright sword rain.
In that sword rain, there were red spots, a sea of clouds, and solitary smoke.
Seeing such a brilliant and strange scene, everyone present was stunned.
In the eyebrows, there is a strong shock.
“This…is this swordsmanship?”
“Why is it so beautiful?”
Among the crowd, countless people looked up and sighed.
Even Mike Jones, after seeing such swordsmanship, immediately became obsessed.
So beautiful!
This is not a fight at all, but an unparalleled visual feast.
Just like a graceful woman, performing a peerless dance between the sea of clouds.
Like a master of traditional Chinese painting, he uses heaven and earth as his picture scroll and long sword as Zhu Hao, waving Fang Qiu between heaven and earth, splashing ink and color.
That dazzling Jianhua astounded countless people in an instant.
When everyone was in a daze, a cold and refined voice sounded immediately.
“Yunyan Sword Art~”
“The first sword, Merry!”
….
“The second sword, White Dragon!”
….
“The third piece, Leng Yue!”
….
After a short period of energy storage, Yu Yun held a long sword and cut with three swords.
Every sword has the power to stir the world.
Every sword has the potential to shake mountains and rivers.
Those three sword auras finally converged into a stream, and finally swept the Quartet.
Then, the attacks from Fen Tian and Gaia ran into each other fiercely.
However, the expected stalemate did not appear.
When the two sides attacked, the offensive of Fentian and Gaia collapsed.
Phoo~
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