At this moment, a sword beam carrying thunderous energy shot out from a short distance.
The old woman immediately sensed a breath of death, but because the incident happened suddenly, she had no time to block the sword light, so she could only duck to the side.
However, it was obviously too slow. The sword light passed through her right shoulder blade, and a large amount of blood spurted out from the blood hole.
"Um..."
The old woman groaned and retreated a distance of three to four hundred meters.
"Death!" Before the old woman could stabilize her body, Gu Song rushed over with an angry voice.
He knew very well that this was his best chance to kill the opponent.
Therefore, he didn't hold back at all when he took action, and used the remaining power in his body to form a violent mark and blast it away.
"You are looking for death!" Naturally, the old woman would not sit still and wait for death. It was too late to dodge. After gritting her teeth, she swept out a strong wind with her left hand and faced it.
boom!
A loud noise shot into the sky, and Gu Song and the old woman flew out at the same time, and then fell from the air one after another.
Gulu! Gulu!
The old woman lay paralyzed on the ground, her mouth opened, but she couldn't say a word, and blood kept pouring out.
Nearly half of the bones in the body were broken by Gu Song's move, and one left arm cracked open, and the bones and flesh were separated.
The overall situation is worse than that of Cang Lang and Dao Yunfei. Even if there is still breath, it is probably only a matter of a few minutes.
Not far away, Gu Song's situation was not very optimistic either.
Although the old woman was seriously injured when she struck, she was also injured before. After confronting the opponent head-on with this move, her combat power dropped to less than 20%.
He lay motionless on the ground, with a large amount of blood pouring out of his mouth.
Bang!
And at the same time that Gu Song and the old woman were exchanging blows, a loud noise sounded in the void not far away.
Then, Murong Ziyun was seen spitting out a large mouthful of blood and then floating out like a leaf. The sword that had just assassinated the old woman was naturally hers!
After being knocked away by Ruan Pu's palm, she had just stabilized her body when she saw the old woman rushing towards Cang Lang and Dao Yunfei.
Therefore, regardless of his own safety, he mobilized the remaining skills in his body to form a sword technique and stabbed out.
Although the sword severely injured the old woman, she herself was swept away by Ruan Pu's palm.
Then, it fell in a free fall.
"I'm really tired of living, and I still have the heart to care about other people's life and death!" Ruan Pu looked in the direction of Murong Ziyun and said in a deep voice.
In fact, with his strength, even if Murong Ziyun never confronted him head-on, it would not be too difficult if he really wanted to kill her.
However, his goal was to capture Murong Ziyun alive, so it was relatively not that easy.
Of course, after the round just now, Murong Ziyun has lost all her fighting power, and her situation is not much different from that of Cang Lang and Cang Lang.
"Yun...Aunt Yun..."
Seeing this scene, Cang Lang and Dao Yunfei raised their heads with difficulty and shouted in the direction of Murong Ziyun.
The two of them wanted to go up and have a look at the situation, but at this moment, it was difficult for the two of them to even get up, so it was naturally impossible for them to survive.
"Sister Yun..."
At the same time, Nangong Qin's voice came over.
At the moment, her situation is not much better.
She and Pang Yu joined forces to fight against the second-grade Holy Emperor. By now, Pang Yu had collapsed in the open space below.
And the reason why she is able to survive until now is because she broke through in the battle with only half a foot in the ninth level, otherwise she would have been lying down long ago.
However, even if she broke through to the ninth-level realm, she was still no match for the second-level Holy Emperor, and her body was also riddled with scars.
"Stop shouting, it's time to get on your way!"
At this time, the second-grade Holy Emperor looked at Nangong Qin and said something, then raised his hand to form a mark and smashed it out.
At this time, Nangong Qin didn't even have half of his skill left. He obviously couldn't dodge this move and could only watch the opponent's attack coming towards him.
