Su Muyun's heart suddenly trembled. Looking at Fang Tianyou's tears, full of sadness, and attached eyes, she involuntarily reflected in her mind that Fang Tianyou had avoided her fatal killing moves again and again.

His body movements were not too mysterious, but she just didn't do anything to him. Everything was so smooth and natural, just as if the two had already cooperated with the drill countless times, and even made her feel a little inexplicably familiar and intimate.

Incomplete pictures flashed through her mind, like a dream, like a dream, but also so real. It was as if a long time ago, or another cycle of life, there was a child who was crying, hugging himself tightly, begging not to separate.

Hidden in her heart, the weakness that she didn't even know was deeply touched. Her mind was in a daze. The palm she patted with her left hand was uncontrollably tilted on Fang Tianyou's shoulder and patted him away. The long sword she held in her right hand was still thorned in the sand.

"One sword shocked the world!" Gu Fenghua and others finally found an opportunity, and the sword that had been preparing for a long time slashed out at the same time.

Su Muyun was in a daze. It was not until the sword light came in front of him that he suddenly woke up and quickly waved his sword out.

She was already very injured, but was touched by Fang Tianyou and was in a state of chaos. This sword can be said to be in a hurry and did not exert much combat power at all.

With the loud "boom" sound, Su Muyun flew out like a kite with broken strings. When she landed, she was bleeding wildly, and she was obviously seriously injured.

Gu Fenghua and others retreated repeatedly, and blood oozed out of the corners of their mouths again. Although this sword took the lead, as Gu Fenghua expected, the sword that was connected with the soul and seemed to be one of the eight gods could not be used every time. Although this sword was not weak, it could not kill Su Muyun, and in the end both sides were injured.

"What's wrong with me? Why is my head hurting so much? What happened just now?" Fang Tianyou finally woke up and said with a confused look on his head. After being treated with Su Muyun's palm, he was not injured much. This was obviously because Su Muyun was soft-hearted for a moment.

Su Muyun glared at him fiercely, but when he saw the pain and confusion in his eyes, he felt inexplicably painful.

What was going on? Su Muyun suddenly realized that looking at Fang Tianyou's eyes, she could not feel annoyed, nor did she have any murderous intentions. This strange feeling made her feel a little fear and panic.

Concealing the uneasiness in his heart, Su Muyun stood up with a sword on the ground, looking at Gu Fenghua with even more murderous intent.

This failure made her believe in her guess. If Gu Fenghua was allowed to become so powerful and go to Wuji Shengtian, sooner or later, she would become a master's confidant.

Gu Fenghua, Luo Enen and others looked at each other and clenched the sword tightly. They knew very well that it was largely due to luck to escape the disaster today. If Fang Tianyou had not had an unexpected amnesia and intermittent mental disorder, they might have fallen under Su Muyun's sword. If they could not take advantage of her serious injury to kill her, they would probably not have such good luck again when they met her next time.

Under severe injuries, both sides had broken meridians and tumbling blood, and strands of blood were constantly gushing out along the corners of their mouths, but everyone's eyes were the same firm.

The sun slowly rose, sprinkling the scorching light on the earth, but the air around it made people feel so cold.

Everyone knows that after this sword, someone will definitely fall forever and bury his bones in this boundless sea of ​​sand.

Suddenly, yellow sand rolled in the distance, causing shocking waves to sweep towards them, and the sound of the wind roaring like a wry sound of a ghost also sounded in my ears.
Chapter completed!