Killing Nine In a Row

Zhou Yun knelt on the ground with one knee, panting heavily as he held the Fire Dragon Sword. After he swung his sword, all the muscles in his body were sending pain signals to his brain!

"This sword move is very powerful, but the repercussions are also very terrifying. It is only suitable for use when one is at a dead end. Otherwise, the repercussions alone would leave me at the mercy of the enemy on the battlefield!" After Zhou Yun rested for a while, he managed to stand up.

Zhou Yun panted, his face pale. The sword attack just now had almost caused his Saint Fire Body and comprehensive intent to drop. Halfway through, he had almost lost his grip on his sword and was sent flying!