Han Feiyang's body shook, as if struck by lightning, and blood flowed out of his nostrils.

"Swoosh!"

Another ray of light shot out.

The third Kunwu sword pierced Han Feiyang's body directly.

"Ah~!!"

Han Feiyang roared, clenched his fist, and smashed the Kunwu Sword fiercely.

Now he had no way to avoid it, so he could only fight hard.

"Bang!!"

With a loud bang, the ring shook, and the sky and the earth roared.

The Kunwu Sword was directly bounced dozens of meters away, and after turning a few circles in the air, it was inserted into the ground of the ring with a "chi".

On the other hand, Han Feiyang was thrown back more than ten meters under the impact of the huge force, and he had already spit out a large mouthful of blood while in the air.

Finally, he fell heavily to the ground, his face was like gold paper, and he was in a mess.

Before Han Feiyang got up.

Hong Juding's fourth Shenque Sword had quietly arrived and pierced Han Feiyang's throat.

"Buzz~!"

When it was about to touch the skin, the Shenque Sword suddenly stopped and made a burst of light sound.

The sharp sword energy cut Han Feiyang's skin and pierced a little blood.

Han Feiyang froze, not daring to move.

If the Shenque Sword advanced an inch further, he would be able to be killed with one sword.

At this moment, everyone's heart was hanging in the balance.

Han Feiyang's life and death depended on Hong Juding's thought. JrNovels.com