Four weeks, everyone was Tan Fei, once again return to the place, firmly attention to this rare Jingshi a war. From start to finish, Lu Yun has several strong fight, this time he's really yuan has been almost exhausted. At the top of the sword and clean while also hit twice, but its true yuan consumption, it is far from Lu Yun, as formidable. Therefore, at this time of the two warring sides, Lu Yun of the soul although not necessarily at Blood River will be lost to the plans, but he's really yuan is far smaller than the sword clean deep.

     Seeing that the body gradually being pressed by declining Lu Yun, easy to park in the eyes of all people, all with deep sorrow and untold misery. This moment, we are aware of hearts, Lu Yun has been unable to counterattack, but no one is willing to admit that Lu Yun lose. As easy to park in the hearts of his followers, Lu Yun did not lose, at least he has not lost to the sword clean, he's lost is this shameless plot.

     Resistance, Lu Yun Yizhen body, the body suddenly a bomb, with a splash of blood, his whole person in that strong and terrible forces, suddenly crashed. The pale face bleak moment, unwilling to atheism in the eyes saw a sky. At the top, the spirit of Lu Yun Fu lost the support, suddenly disappear. The river of blood that engulfed the map of the terrible, but to fast at an alarming rate, he quickly North Korea to Chong.

     The difficulty of Chatan in the yuan's true, the whole body deserted, no longer really can not find slightest yuan. Feeling has been approaching the end of life, Lu Yun mouth surface-to-the slightest smile. Niutou laborious, taking advantage of not , Lu Yun will be the last time their eyes toward the ground, he never wants to see Zhao Na can not forget that smile.

     Ao-xue beautiful still, the difference is that this time her eyes mist. Cang, no smile, beautiful face Touzhao untold sorrow and heartache. Yun Feng is torn voice cracking roar, Kuangnu expression, which contain the fraternity is endless and bitter. Live body trembling Ziyang, the old face, with that endless misery and grief.

     Four weeks, all the voices have been blurred, before dying in this moment, Lu Yun suddenly thought of many. The only approximation of the swallow, and no longer give him the opportunity to nostalgia that the final minute.

     When the blood gas exorcism of the provisional body, terrible and Jiaosui enough to swallow all the forces of Lu Yun, everyone can not help but exclaimed out in the final result for this sigh of.

     Watching the blood of the gas enveloped the exorcism Lu Yun, Kim can not help but Yangtianchangxiao clean, all the shame, at this moment, Lu Yun's life scrubbing clear. The proudly watched around, this moment, the joy of victory mind. A difficult battle, although paid a very heavy price, can eventually kill the minds of this Dahuan Lu Yun, the sword in dust-free, is worth it.

     Frenzied shouting, Lin Yun Feng from the mouth reported. It looked Beiqie, Li Sheng roar of the tragic color, see the presence of so many people are touched by it.