Kunlun Guest held an iron spear in his hand and stabbed Liang Wuyang with his wrist and slashed it down with his sword.

The iron spear and the sword in their hand met again.

Kunlun Guest held a gun in one hand and pressed down, unstoppable.

Liang Wuyang's knees were slightly bent and his face was pale.

Kunlun guest flipped his right palm and slapped Liang Wuyang's head like a hill, and said indifferently: "Die!"

But at this moment.

Kunlun Guest let out an extremely shrill roar, and he pulled his palm back quickly.

A blood spurted out of his lower abdomen!

The blood spurted out dragged out a long red line.

Just that moment.

Liang Wuyang withdrew his sword unreasonably.

At that time, Kunlunke's palm was only half a foot above his head.

At that time, the iron spear in Kunlunke's hand was no longer blocked by the sword in his hand, and was about to go down.

He stabbed Kunlunke deeply into Kunlunke's lower abdomen with a sword.

When he pulled out his sword

Kunlunke's palm was half a foot above his head.

The iron spear in Kunlunke's hand did not move at all, as if it was hovering in the air.

Liang Wuyang gathered his sword and re-blocked before the iron spear.

Kunlunke only reacted.

So he held his palm and he retreated quickly.

Lightning cannot describe the speed of Liang Wuyang's sword.

It was a momentum beyond the sense of speed.

Just like a drop of turbid waves falling from the sky, the speed is not necessarily fast, but that momentum makes everyone who sees it feels that it cannot stop all this from happening.

Kunlunke covered Sadian's bleeding abdomen, frightened and angry, and asked, "What kind of sword is this!"

Liang Wuyang looked at him.

His previous sword was not using sword technique, but sword intent.

Du Qing's sword intent.

Kunlunke covered his abdomen, and blood flowed out from his fingers. He felt the pain in his abdomen and the terrifying sword intent that was still constantly attacking, and his face looked extremely ugly.

Kunlunke took a deep breath.

An extremely cold breath... released from his body and quickly retracted under his skin.

The long black hair left the bleeding shoulders and fluttered in the wind. Then, Kunlunke's cheeks sank slightly and quickly lost weight. However, the aura that appeared on his body did not weaken at all, but instead seemed stronger and stronger.

In the hissing, his broken clothes shook into pieces and sprayed around like snowflakes... revealing his strong body, like an iron man.

At this moment, a very strange picture happened.

There were more than hundreds of wounds on his bronze body, which quickly closed at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if there was an invisible force... forcibly suppressing all the wounds.

Then a sudden burst of roar sounded.

The air scattered, and the snow lines were blown as broken as powder by the air waves. Kunlun guests, who were originally standing here, instantly rushed to Liang Wuyang, shouted like thunder, holding a gun in both hands as if holding an iron rod, and smashed it unreasonably towards the ground!

Liang Wuyang stepped heavily, and his body suddenly shook and held the sword in both hands... and jumped into the night above his head and chopped towards the man!

Kunlun guest had no expression on his face and smashed his spear with a spear.

Liang Wuyang struggled to raise his sword and blocked it again.

The air waves sputtered everywhere.

Liang Wuyang's left shoulder was painful and could no longer withstand the huge force from the gun in Kunlunke's hand. He knelt down on one knee and smashed several cracks on the hard ground. His face suddenly turned pale. He was very painful, very painful, so his face was very white, very white, but for some reason, he could not see any shadow of death in his eyes, but it was very bright and very bright.

With a painful cry like a wild beast fighting for life, Liang Wuyang turned the pain into an unimaginable momentary force. He forced his right wrist to fist, and his injured left hand clenched into a fist, hitting the gun heavily!
Chapter completed!