The moment they saw the scene in front of them, the two of them immediately heard the thin figure of a man.

Anyway, in their impression, that guy was the only one who dared to make trouble on Yanshan Mountain.

"No, Chu Tianfan has already fallen, hasn't he?"

"Could it be that he's alive again?"

"Walk!"

"Wuya, hurry up and take a look."

Tang Hao quickly realized the seriousness of the matter and rushed to Yanshan immediately.

call!

The cold wind was biting and rocks were flying.

In front of Yanshan Hall, there is a graceful figure standing with a sword.

She bathe in Shenhui, like the Jiutian Xuan Nu temporarily.

It is proud of the void, horror, and shrouded in the world.

In front of her, the corners of the King of Fighters and Swordsman had blood, and the old face was pale. Only the stone pillars in front of the hall were reluctant to stand.

"Sword Saint, King of Fighters, are you okay?"

"What happened?"

"Isn't the earthquake?"

At the bottom of the mountain, Tang Hao's doubt came.

However, Tang Hao and Mo Wuya just appeared.

Oh!

Just listen to the sword groan and cut through the long howl.

Subsequently, a seven -foot long sword leapt the void, and cut the clothes that made Mo Wuya block the pants, stunned, inserted into the earth.

Mo Waya frightened at the time, and squatted on the ground.

His face was pale, and he was panting with a large mouth!

That sword was inserted in the place where he blocked the next inch.

Whenever there is the slightest forward, the King of Fighters Mo Family, it is estimated that this is the end.

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