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Flop!

The blade slashed across the ugly face of the black robe patron saint.

It leaves a scar with deep visible bones.

Chu Yun easily avoided the sword of the black robe patron saint. Did not cause any harm to him.

Chu Yun understood the strength of this black robe guardian god.

Say weak. It's definitely an exaggeration.

At least compared with the three peak powers on Changbai Mountain. The strength of the black robe guardian **** is far above them.

It can even be said that it is not a level at all!

But to Chu Yun now. Although the overall strength of the black robe guardian **** is not weak. But obviously a little lack of stamina performance.

At the beginning, Chu Yun also took out twelve points of concentration, and fought fiercely with this black-robed patron saint.

Can be over time.

Chu Yun found that the royal patron saint was obviously struggling.

The offensive is no longer as fierce as before.

This means that the patron saint of the black robe is powerless!

The ugly face was scratched on the spot. Blood splattered.

His desperate sword did not pose any actual threat to Chu Yun.

It was as if after these five minutes of fierce battle. The fighting power of the black-robed patron saint showed a cliff-like weakness. It's a bit strong on the outside and dry on the inside.

"Indeed. Your martial arts realm is far above mine."

The face of the patron saint of black robe was cut.

He didn't seem to feel the pain.

Between the eyebrows, the hideous color became more intense.

He didn't even reach out to cover the wound on his face.

Instead, he licked the chapped corners of his mouth and stared at Chu Yun darkly: "But who told you that you have the title of King Wu?"

When Chu Yun heard the words, he couldn't help but frown. He squinted his eyes and said, "You are not even King Wu?"

"Who told you again. I am qualified to represent the Tokyo Budo World?" The corner of the black-robed patron saint's mouth suddenly showed a sly smile that was almost demonic. "No. You look back."

Chu Yun heard the words.

My heart trembled suddenly.

He felt a suffocating pressure behind him.

In an instant!

He smelled a familiar smell!

The suffocation I felt in the corridor last night, that's it!

Blinded?

Not cheated! ?

This black-robed patron saint who was defeated by his own hands in front of him is a fake at all?

Or-there are two patron saints of this palace! ?

"This sword. Can you still stop it?!"

The patron saint of the black robe did not hesitate.

Again he drew his sword and stabbed at Chu Yun.

now. Chu Yun was facing pressure from the master behind.

In front of.

The patron saint of black robe used another desperate sword.

In an instant. Chu Yun suffered from the enemy. The brow couldn't help but frowned.

He dared not look back.

Can't look back!

The patron saint of black robe did not break through the realm of King Wu.

It must be only one step away!

If he is desperate. The lethality cannot be underestimated.

Besides, just now the aggressiveness is getting weaker and weaker. Most likely it is just a blindfold! Just want to weaken Chu Yun's vigilance.

At this moment, give a real fatal blow!

"Stick into his heart."

A ghostly voice suddenly sounded.

It seemed to be a thousand miles away, and it seemed to sound in my ears.

Chu Yun listened to every word. The whole body seemed to be restrained by a huge force. So that he can't look back!

I dare not look back!

The power of the sword of the guardian **** of black robe. Obviously several times stronger than before.

Its lethality cannot be compared with the same day.

Chu Yun shook the blade tightly. Adjust the breathing to the best state.

he knows. The opponent's sword may pose a threat to himself.

And the voice from behind. It is even possible to kill yourself with a single blow!

"End his life."

The ghostly voice sounded again.

"As soon as he moves. The dead spot will be exposed."

Whoosh!

The long sword is like a Jiao. Pierce the night sky!

Face this sword.

Facing the ghost words that sounded in his ears.

Chu Yun seems to have been pushed down the abyss! Ten dead but no life!

The long sword struck.

Chu Yun drew his sword to block.

There was a loud noise!

The patron saint of the black robe obviously couldn't bear Chu Yun's knife. The tiger's mouth burst on the spot. Above the sword's edge, a gap was cut.

At the same time.

Chu Yun's back was hit hard.

Flop!

Chu Yun spurted blood. I only feel that the limbs and corpses seem to fall apart.

The qi and blood in his chest was also overwhelming.

Even before his eyes, it suddenly went black. It seems that there is such a momentary soul out of the body.

But his feet, like iron nails, were firmly nailed to the icy bridge.

He can't move.

Nor can it be shaken.

He can feel it clearly. It's as if there are eyes on the back of the head.

Once he shakes, once he turns around.

Put him completely into the realm of death!

He is very clear. Even if he looked back at this moment, he would never find the strong man who attacked him.

It is worth letting the black robe patron saint take his life to be a terrifying powerhouse for his bait.

But as long as he turned his head, his entire body's dead spots and flaws were truly exposed to the eyes of the terrifying powerhouse who was clearly behind but hard to see with the naked eye.

Is this ninjutsu? Is it a blindfold?

no!

Chu Yun's heart is like a mirror!

This is the deterrent that the real peak power has!

Is this the strong enemy that will jump out from time to time in the martial arts conference in the future?

Chu Yun, who was stubborn and aggressive, suddenly showed strong fighting spirit.

"Stick again."

The dark night sky.

The ghostly voice sounded again.

"Tonight, he was either stabbed to death by you. He was shot to death by me."

The conversation just fell off.

The patron saint of black robe made a sword again.

Kill Chu Yun personally, revenge Chu family. It is the lifelong wish of the patron saint of black robe.

But his strength is limited. The martial arts talent is not perfect.

Throughout his life, he only stepped into the realm of King Wu with one foot.

Compared with Chu Yun's hard power, it seemed a step away, but it was very different.

But at the moment.

Chu Yun was under pressure from a master behind him.

When confronting the guardian **** of black robe, naturally it is impossible to go all out.

Once he goes all out, flaws will inevitably be exposed!

At that time. Just as the terrifying strong man standing behind Chu Yun said.

Chu Yun tonight was not stabbed to death by his sword.

Just be beaten to death by the terrifying powerhouse!

The blow just now.

Chu Yun's vitality and blood rolled, as if his soul was not possessed.

One more blow. Chu Yun's combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced.

At that time, would he still have the ability to stand tall in this palace?

Whoosh!

The long sword pierced out.

Pointing straight at Chu Yun's heart.

Chu Yun was very familiar with the breath of this sword.

In the usual way, it is usually his enemy to feel this desperate offensive.

Tonight, he felt the familiar taste from the ugly patron saint who was dead and lifeless in front of him~www.wuxiaspot.com~

And behind.

There is also a terrifying strong man who is putting pressure on him anytime, anywhere!

At this moment, life and death are hanging by a thread!

In Chu Yun's body, a raging fire suddenly burned!

This long-lost feeling is back again!

Killing?

He is professional!

He broke all the way to the realm of King Wu. It's never an understanding of martial arts. It's just dying of life time and time again. Bloody battles with the pinnacle powerhouse again and again!

"come together."

Chu Yun drew his sword.

Swordsmanship!

Swallow the mountains and rivers! _