The moment they saw this scene in front of them, the thin figure of a man sounded at the same time.

Anyway, in their impression, that guy dared to go to Yanshan to commit rashness.

"No, Chu Tianfan, haven't he already died?"

"Are you alive again?"

"Walk!"

"Wuya, go up and take a look."

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

call!

The wind is cold and the rocks are flying.

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

She bathed in divine light, like the temporary mysterious girl in the Nine Heavens.

Standing proudly in the void, terrifying and majestic, covering the world.

In front of her, the King of Fighters and the Sword Saint both had blood on their lips, their old faces were pale, and they were leaning against the stone pillars in front of the hall, and they barely stood there.

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

"What the hell is wrong?"

"Is the earthquake a good thing?"

At the foot of the mountain, Tang Hao's confusion came.

However, Tang Hao and Mo Wuya have just appeared.

Buzz!

Then I heard a sword roar, cutting through the long roar.

Then, a seven-foot long sword flew over the void, and suddenly cut through Mo Wuya's clothes and pants, and inserted it into the earth with a bang.

Mo Wuya was frightened and squatted on the ground with a plop.

His face was pale and he was breathing heavily!

The sword was inserted one inch away from him.
Chapter completed!