Wu Shiyun walked slowly towards Tang Jiusheng, narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Although I don't know why you were not poisoned to death, I know you must be very uncomfortable at this moment! You have suffered internal injuries and were poisoned again, so you should not be far from death! Why do you say you are struggling in vain? As long as you cut off your head and hand it over to me, I will definitely bury you and make you die in a grand manner! Alas, how good it would be to die alone, and there will be no more pain after death! Are you right?"

Tang Jiusheng vomited a mouthful of black blood on the ground and laughed at Wu Shiyun, "Since that's the case, please die first!" Tang Jiusheng had tried his best to fight Wu Shiyun, but compared to Wu Shiyun, his martial arts realm was too low, so he suffered serious internal injuries with one move. Tang Jiusheng was breathing unevenly, so he had to hold the single sword with both hands, but he was exhausted, his fingers were numb, and his arms were trembling. Tang Jiusheng could only try his best to hold the hilt so that the single sword would not fall to the ground.

Wu Shiyun saw Tang Jiusheng's miserable situation, laughed at the sky, spat fiercely, and said disdainfully: "Tang Jiusheng, you're done, look at your pitiful look now, what a fucking King of Guards, you're like a beggar! You've been playing with me for a long time, but you didn't hurt me half a hair! You've been exhausted from the skills of the donkey, so why are you still stubborn? Now it's your turn to die! It's my turn to fall into my hands. I really don't know if you're unlucky or lucky, but if you can die in the eighth hand of the world, you're not embarrassed!"

Tang Jiusheng watched Wu Shiyun walk slowly towards him, and Tang Jiusheng suddenly found that his aura could not be raised at all. He was suppressed by Wu Shiyun's powerful martial arts realm, and he could not even lift a single sword. This single sword weighing only two or three pounds was as heavy as ten thousand pounds at this time. Tang Jiusheng watched Wu Shiyun walk to him, but could not move. Wu Shiyun took the steel folding fan, snatched the single sword from Tang Jiusheng's hand, and shook the single sword into seven or eight pieces with his internal force. Wu Shiyun threw the broken single sword to the ground. Wu Shiyun laughed wildly.

Wu Shiyun patted Tang Jiusheng's face with his hands, and sneered, "Is King Wei? Is it a master? Come on, bite me! I know what the Nine Transformation Heavenly Mystery Art you know. I know that after your Tianxuan Art explodes, you will also have the realm of Wuxuan. But unfortunately, even if your Nine Transformation Heavenly Mystery Art explodes, you can only enter Wuxuan for the first time, and it cannot last long, so if you fight alone, you will only be abused by me!"

Tang Jiusheng stared at Wu Shiyun's eyes and saw that Wu Shiyun's eyes had endless murderous intent. This man hated him to the core, so he had to kill him quickly. A hero suddenly surged in Tang Jiusheng's heart. Even if you, Wu, is the eighth place in the world, what is it? I will be the one who will compete for the world's number one in the future. With your ability in the middle stage of Wu Xuan Realm, you will not be worthy of carrying shoes to me in the future! Tang Jiusheng is preparing to turn on the Qi Machine Energy Storage Pill and let go. Only when you fight with your back, can you realize your maximum potential.
Chapter completed!