The Tianhe trembled and the boulders burst.
The sound of rubble falling is like a torrent of thunder, rushing down.
Ye Fan, covered in blood, fell to the ground.
This world also became quiet immediately.
Deathly silence.
After a long time, on Chumen Mountain, there was a cheering like a tsunami.
“Won!”
“Hahaha…”
“The gatekeeper has won, we have won.”
The whole Chumen Mountain is already boiling.
Countless Chumen disciples cried with joy, embraced and cried.
Chu Zhengliang and the Chumen elders also let out a long sigh of relief.
“Finally, it’s over.”
Everyone is cheering, everyone is celebrating.
But on the top of Chumen Mountain, there were only two women who were stunned.
Meng Wanyu’s pretty face was pale, and the whole person was there, dumbfounded. Especially when the sword of Tang Yun passed through Ye Fan’s body, Meng Wanyu was shocked.
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A pair of beautiful eyes is directly red.
Tears stayed out of the uncontrolled ones.
“Why… how could this be?”
“Ye… Ye Fan, you can’t die…”
Meng Wanyu was crying, she didn’t know why, when she saw Ye Fan’s blood stained the sky, her heart seemed to be broken.
This is by no means the result she wants to see.
This is not what she wants.
She didn’t want to see her teacher hurt, nor did she want to see Ye Fan hurt. She wanted both Ye Fan and Tang Yun to be well.
But why, she saved Tang Yun, but finally killed Ye Fan.
The same is there, there is Tang Yun.
Although in the end, she won.
However, she was not happy at all.
On the contrary, in my heart, there is endless sadness swept through.
She felt that her heart was dripping blood, and the crystals in her beautiful eyes were also spinning.
“Why… why?”
“Why didn’t he use Yundao Tianjue?”
“Why didn’t he resist a little bit?”
This result was also something Tang Yun didn’t expect.
She wanted to fight desperately to block Ye Fan’s Yundao Tianjue.
But after she cut out that sword, she only discovered that Ye Fan’s power and power had disappeared.
That Wu Ji Jin also disappeared.
Tang Yun didn’t know why. At the last moment, why did Ye Fan give up? I don’t even know why his Wuji Jin didn’t work out.
Tang Yun’s delicate body was trembling, looking at Ye Fan dripping with blood, she felt that her breathing was so stinging.
She obviously won, but it was worse than losing.
However, when Tang Yun was panicked, Ye Fan, who had fallen in a pool of blood, staggered and stood up again.
In the setting sun, the setting sun is like blood, and the sky is full of sunset clouds.
In the afterglow of the setting sun, the young man covered in blood stood like that.
He lowered his eyelids, and the sun shone on him, but it cast shadows all over the ground.
“This this…”
“How can this be?”
“The long sword penetrated his body, can he not die?”
When Ye Fan stood up again, Truman’s people were crazy.
Chu Zhengliang’s eyes almost burst out.
Everyone looked at Ye Fan like a ghost, unable to believe their eyes.
But in the end, it was Elder Truman who saw the truth.
“No, he hurt his arm!”
“The sword of the sect master only penetrates his arm.”
“It didn’t hurt his vitals.”
Grand Elder Truman frowned and said in a deep voice.
When the others heard this, it was a surprise.
“No wonder I can stand up!”
“It turns out that the sect master just scrapped one of his arms.”
“However, just a pair of remnants, the defeat is set!” Chu Zhengliang gritted his teeth.
While everyone was talking about it, Ye Fan, with his arms full of blood, slowly raised his face.
He looked at Tang Yun and suddenly laughed.
“Ha ha….”
“Ha ha ha ha…”
“Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha…”
What kind of laughter is that, with endless sadness and sadness.
Anyone who heard this laugh could almost feel the overwhelming loneliness and sadness in Ye Fan’s heart.