"Invading me in the summer, kill me, the descendants of Yan and Huang."

"Tang Yun, can you know death?!"

Under the Tianhe, the beauty dyed blood.

Tang Yun, who was seriously injured on the ground, would only fall into the fairy who fell into the dust.

Above the elegant long skirt in the past, it is already a little red, and the dust is covered.

In front of her, the King of Fighters, Jian Sheng and others stood up.

That's it, looking down at the master of Chumen in front of him.

Mo Gucheng's anger's voice was like a nine -day Thunder, quietly exploded.

A few words are turbulent.

In the veins, the torrential Yuan could not live.

The power of the world around is also like summoning.

At this time, Mo Gucheng is like a strong bow.

As if the next moment, you can shoot out to Tang Yun, the fatal sword!

However, in the face of the King of Fighters, Tang Yun, who was seriously injured, struggled to lift his head hard.

The breeze blew her forehead hair ends, revealing her bloodless face, but she was so embarrassed.

It seems that the fading flowers in the wind and rain.

In the eyebrows, it even spent with tears.

Seeing Tang Yun's appearance at this time, Ye Qingtian suddenly stunned.

After so many years, after Tang Yun became famous in the world martial arts, the woman in front of him has always appeared in front of everyone with the most noble and graceful posture.

So, Ye Qingtian was the first time that Tang Yun looked so weak.

Yeah, even if Tang Yun on weekdays is the high cold and majesty. But when all the aura fads, she is just a weak woman after all.

For a moment, the God of War was concealed.

Perhaps I saw the tender side of Ye Qingtian Tiehan. At this time, Tang Hao suddenly patted the shoulder of the God of War.

"This is what she asked for, and couldn't blame others."

"I have a blood debt of 100,000 people in the summer, and I always need someone to pay for it."

Tang Hao whispered.

Ye Qingtian heard this, and had just risen in his heart to help Tang Yun's thoughts. After all, he was suppressed.

"Just you."

"The three of you are the permanent hall of the martial arts temple. How to deal with her, just discuss it."

"However, the King of Fighters, Sword Saint, if possible, try to spare her life."

"While people are in danger, it is not the style of our hot summer martial arts."

Ye Qingtian looked at the three of the Jian Sheng and said slowly.

However, they did not wait for the swordsman to answer. Tang Yun, who was stained in front of the dresses, suddenly laughed.

"I Tang Yun, don't need your mercy."

"The owner, willing to gamble to lose."

"You want to kill, let you deal with it."

Tang Yun shook his head and laughed, the desolate laughter, like the cold wind in the autumn.

In Xiao Suo, with endless sadness.

In the deep and majestic eyes of the past, at this time, he was desperate for death.

"However, Tang Yun's defeat today is not because of your Temple of Yanwu."

"I lost to myself, it was the one -hearted person."

"To blame me, blame me Tang Yun, look away, and see the wrong person ~"

"If there is a life, I will not only flatten this little Yanyang Town, but I also have to slaughter Jingzhou and flatten the whole Jiangdong!"

"If you don't kill the people of Jiangdong, how can you still hate my heart?"

The so -called hero end.

Tang Yun, who knows that he is in despair, has no coldness in the usual day.

At this time, she laughed with her eyes with desolation and sadness.

In the sad words, it was endless loss and grievances.

"Tang Yun, it seems you are asking for death!"

"Today, if I don't kill you in the Temple of the In summer, I am sorry for the 100,000 people, and I am sorry for Jiangdong billion people."

The last words of Tang Yun were undoubtedly completely irritated the King of Fighters and others.

Mo Gucheng did not think of it, even if it was now, Tang Yun did not have half a point of remorse.
Chapter completed!