True Martial World Chapter 332: Serious injury

"Yi Yun's hand ..."

People's attention was originally attracted by Feng Lin. They saw Yi Yun's sword waving hands, already blood dripping, the blood vessels inside burst, and even the muscles and meridians had great damage.

I just cut a sword, which hurt Yi Yun's hand so much.

That sword move is terrible ...

"Yi Yun's hand was injured like this. The power of the sword move was far beyond Yi Yun's control. It was limited by Yi Yun cultivation. The meridian was filled with such powerful energy and it was torn directly ... ... "

The warriors in Tai'a Shencheng looked at Yi Yun at this time, and were extremely worried.

Yijian costs so much. Is Yi Yun's hand still usable?

"Yiyun!"

At this moment, the master of Tai'a Shencheng City stood up. He was far away from the seat and looked at Yi Yun, full of admiration.

"You have done a good job with already. If you can't fight anymore, you don't have to force it."

The Lord of the City of Tai A, does not expect Yi Yun to really win the championship of the group, it is too difficult and too difficult.

Now, the master of the city of Ta'a knows that Yi Yun's right hand is afraid that already can no longer be used. At least, that horrible sword move just now, it is impossible for Yi Yun to cut it out.

His arm can't bear it.

Without that sword move, and a lot of vitality is consumed, only 60% to 70% is left. Yi Yun will fight the Tianjiao of Yunlong God Kingdom in this state, and it will be very difficult. It should be said that it is almost impossible to win.

Look at Yunlong God Kingdom. At this time, there are thirteen people sitting on the contestant's bench, especially the pale boy in black, which has also attracted the attention of the Lord of the City of Tai'a Shencheng. Describe it unfathomably.

In this case, how can Yiyun win?

At this moment, the boy in black, already no longer stays quietly in the corner. He stands up, arms his sword, and his dark eyes look at Yi Yun.

Yi Yun also looked at the boy in black. His right hand was still shaking gently, and blood was dripping continuously.

"What a pity ..."

At that moment, the voice of the young man in black rang in Yi Yun's ears, and the voice was cold and ruthless, which made people feel cold, "I knew you had such strength, I just fought a moment ago, I Will shoot in person, but now, your hand is like this ... already can't fight with me anymore. "

The boy in black glanced at Yi Yun's hand, revealing a touch of regret.

Although during the rounds of the overall team racing, players are allowed to swallow elixir and remedy wounds in the middle, but because the time is short, the effect can be very limited.

Eye-sighted people can see that Yi Yun's hand hurts the root meridian. Even if it is treated immediately, only a small part can be cured in a short time. If you use the sword again, Yi Yun's hand is afraid Will be completely scrapped!

This is a pity for young men in black.

He is a martial artist. Among his peers, he is arrogant and lonely. What he desires most is an evenly matched Tianjiao who can fight a hearty battle. Originally, if Yi Yun could use that sword, He is qualified.

Yi Yun looked at the boy in black and was silent. He had expected that this battle would be very difficult. Now it is true, even better than he ever imagined. Just in the second war, let He hurt his arm badly.

Feng Lin is so strong that Yi Yun has to do so.

Yi Yun's sword that filled the mood of Chunyang Sword Palace just now can't be used any more, at least it's impossible to cut out the power just like that, otherwise the load of the arm will make Yi Yun unable to bear it.

"Yi Yun, don't force it!"

Seeing that Yi Yun has never heard back, the owner of the city of Tai'a said that this alliance competition can be fatal when a master is overstruck. Half a year is not impossible, and for a Tianjiao like Yiyun, half a year is too precious to be wasted.

"Thank you for your care, I want to continue fighting."

Yi Yun's voice is calm. When the warriors in Tai'a Shencheng listened, they all had a stagnation in their hearts. Looking at Yi Yun's appearance at this time was really worrying.

How much energy is consumed and one hand is seriously injured, how can he fight?

"Now that you insist, all right ..." The middle-aged scribe took a deep look at Yi Yun and slowly sat down.

"Ha ha! This is easy to change. You will face your life and suffer, but you won't be able to do it anymore. You are still here!"

On the side of Yunlong God Kingdom, a young man wearing a Jinyi smiled disdainfully. The Jinyi on the boy was a kind of knight costume of Yunlong God Kingdom, with a flying blackbird embroidered on the knight costume. The title of Viscount of the Kingdom of God can be promoted to Viscount at this age, and this young man is definitely not weak.

"No bravery at the end of the crossbow, Yi Yun has stopped here, his hands are broken, and his vitality is less than 70%, so there is no fear at all!" said Tianjiao, another **** of Yunlong.

"He could have given up decently, but he didn't know how to stand. He had to stand on the stage to find death. In this case, I went up to solve him!"

The young man in a black suit with a smirk sneered, and jumped to the Shenhuangtai with a knife.

"This battle, I come!"

The black sword in the black jacket pointed directly at Yi Yun's brows and showed a provocative smile, "Yi Yun, you are very arrogant, and you have battled all the way down, you are destined to lose to my Murong Guang. Come, let me see, if you have any skill left, use it! "

Murong Guang's voice is wanton, and the testers around Tai'a Shencheng hear it all in anger.

"What kind of thing is he! It's shameless to put on big cloves in the face of danger!"

Some senior testers can't wait to rush to chop this Murong Guang.

"If Brother Yi Yun is not injured, he will not be the enemy of Brother Yi Yun at all!" There are newcomers and sisters of Tai'a Shencheng, who are also angry with small breasts.

However, Murong Guang sneered, "What is the meaning of the process depends on the outcome? What about genius? It is not to be planted in my hands! For whatever reason, if it is defeated in my hands, it is defeat. Now, I ca n’t wash it for a lifetime. It ’s like a maiden, just after I ’m done! Hahaha!

Murong Guang smiled, but at this moment, he suddenly gave a stun.

He saw Yi Yun take a jar out of the space ring, and he opened the lid of the jar, which was filled with heavy and viscous liquid.

"What is it?"

Murong Guang hadn't had time to see clearly, Yi Yun looked up and drank all the red liquid in the jar.

The jar contains all the precious blood—the precious blood of Jinwu's seed!

Yi Yun killed the Jinwu seed in the gate of the falling star, and put the dead body of the Jinwu seed into the space ring. Then he took the blood of the Jinwu seed and put it in a blood pot. This is the essence of the Jinwu seed. Where.

[There are only two thousand words in each of the two chapters today, before twelve thirty in chapter two. 】