Suddenly, Chen Feiyu, with a condescending momentum, took great power toward Yun Zhenxiong, with great speed and energy, so fast that he rubbed the air and ignited a red flame, like a red meteor.

When did everyone see such a fantasy scene? They were shocked and even forgot to exclaim.

The sword energy machine of the sword slashed deep in the center, Yun Zhenxiong's eyes widened, fearless and fearless. The terrifying internal energy of the late-stage strong man of the Grandmaster finally rose to its peak, suddenly jumped up, and his palms came out together, and the terrifying internal energy surged out, forming a white moonlight, facing the red meteor, shouting: "The wind and clouds are surging!"

In an instant, the red meteor and the white moon collided in the air.

Suddenly, the red moonlight shone together, reflecting the night as if it had become colorful daylight. A loud "Room!" sound came, and violent energy gushed out from the intersection of the red moonlight, as if it was a level 7 or 8 wind, blowing everyone almost stood unsteadily and flew backwards.

Everyone was shocked. The energy leaked was as terrifying as the pressure Chen Feiyu and Yun Zhenxiong, who were in the center, should be facing such terrifying?

Suddenly, a muffled sound of pain came from the red moonlight, and a stream of blood splashed out and scattered on the ground.

Everyone was surprised and stared nervously, waiting for the moment when the outcome was decided.

Qin Danya grabbed the collar on her chest tightly, and felt her heart get tight.

Suddenly, a figure fell from mid-air to the ground, groaned and spit out a mouthful of blood.

It’s Chen Feiyu!

He was bare-armed and strong, and could clearly see that there were several wounds on his body, which seemed to be [     ] and he dripped away the blood.

Could it be that Chen Feiyu lost?

Everyone exclaimed, a heavy feeling pressed on everyone, and even the amazing Mr. Chen lost. Didn’t the people present be allowed to be slaughtered by Yun Zhenxiong?

Pei Linghui breathed a sigh of relief, and a revenge smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"Ah, Feiyu... Qin Danya exclaimed, and mist floated in her eyes. She didn't care about it anymore. She shook off Yu Yuehua's hand and ran to Chen Feiyu in a hurry, holding Chen Feiyu's arm, looking at Chen Feiyu who seemed to be a bloody man, and said with pain: "Feiyu, are you okay? You are so seriously injured. Let's go quickly, I'll take you to the hospital."

Chen Feiyu's face was a little pale, but there was no gloomy loss in his eyes, but his spirit was full of energy and looked unique.

He shook his head, laughed, and said, "I have nothing to do, but Yun Zhenxiong is the one who has something to do."

After saying that, Chen Feiyu stretched out his index finger and pointed into the air.

Everyone was shocked. Judging from Chen Feiyu's meaning, was it Yun Zhenxiong the person who lost?

Pei Linghui's smile immediately stiffened and she murmured to herself: "Impossible, Uncle Yun will never lose."

In the air, the red moon gradually disappeared, revealing Yun Zhenxiong's embarrassing figure, and suddenly broke his right arm, and the broken arm was being held by his left hand, with pain and an incredible look in his eyes.

"What, Uncle Yun... Uncle Yun was actually cut off his arm. How is this possible? I don't believe it, I absolutely don't believe it... Pei Linghui was shocked, and her mind was in a state of excitement. She looked dark and she took two steps back and almost fainted on the ground.

The next moment, Yun Zhenxiong groaned, his figure was out of control, and he fell not far from Chen Feiyu. He struggled to get up. Scarlet blood left on his broken arm, dyeing the ground red.
Chapter completed!