Without waiting for the bald bird to speak, Wu Yun flew directly beside the giant pit.

When you get to the giant pit, look at it.

Wu Yun was relieved.

I saw that Yan Wuhun was all blood at this moment, motionless.

On his skull, he was smashed out of a crack.

The milky white liquid mixed with blood flowing slowly from the crack.

Seeing this, Wu Yun completely relieved.

Even if the brain is hit, it must be dead without doubt.

At the same time, Wu Yun recovered everything.

However, Wu Yun didn't find it. Just now, Yan Wuhun will die.

He used the last trace of essence of blood to send a spiritual magpie, and he was quickly flying to Li Ziyuan, Wangfu, the district.

However, because Yan Wuhun took too late, many words were too late to say.

In this spirit, there are only a few short words, and it cannot even constitute a complete sentence.

"The plan failed, I was dead, it's Wu ..."

As for what Li Ziyuan can guess from this sentence, it depends on his ability.

Then, the bald bird also fell beside Wu Yun, and glanced at the pit.

Tao: "Brother, this time it should be dead, hum, want to kill us, do it during the day ..."

"Brother, what's wrong with you?"

The words of the bald bird have not been finished, but I saw Wu Yun's feet soft, and fell directly to the bald bird.

Wu Yun shouldn't be so weak.

It was just that after playing the sky printing, he still strongly supported the use of two major martial arts to persist for so long.

Therefore, there will be a phenomenon of disconnection.

However, it is not a big deal, it just takes a little more time to rest.

Seeing the bald bird holding himself, Wu Yun said weakly: "I'm fine, bald, but a little weak, protect the law for me, I will adjust the interest for a while!"

Listening to Wu Yun's saying, the bald bird then let go of it.

After half an hour, after half an hour.

Wu Yun woke up from the meditation adjustment.

"Brother, it's okay?"

Bald bird's concern.

Wu Yun shook his head, and then swept away.
Chapter completed!