After all, for the same sword art, Ye Fan used six swords, and Tang Yun used seven swords, which had already overwhelmed Ye Fan in number.
What’s more, the Yunyan Sword Art is the sword technique of the Tang family, and it must be more in line with the chain practice of Tang Yun.
In addition, Tang Yun has been famous for many years and has a profound background. She practiced swords since she was a child, and her comprehension in kendo has been accumulated step by step.
It was definitely not something that Ye Fan could compare with a sword-wiper of the Chu family like Ye Fan.
“My Tang sect master occupies the right time, the right place and the right people, is there no reason to win?”
“Hahaha…”
Chu Zhengliang looked up to the sky and smiled, almost seeing Ye Fan kneeling down and begging for mercy.
The other Chumen people were also waiting for Ye Fan’s defeat.
As for Tang Yun, who was on the cusp of the storm, she was expressionless, holding a long sword, vertical and horizontal void.
Seven swords are cut continuously, and the power is swift and majestic, just like a river.
In this way, the Lord of Chu Sect slashed towards Ye Fan with an indomitable momentum.
“ended.”
Tang Yun glanced at Ye Fan in the storm for the last time, her red lips lightly opened, and her cold voice was shattered by the storm.
Obviously, Tang Yun also felt that with all his seven swords, Ye Fan would not have any chance of comeback.
The disparity above the number background is destined to make her Tang Yun the one who laughs last!
Whoosh whoosh…
Several sword lights cut through Tianhe, and finally, under everyone’s gaze, they ran into Ye Fan’s heartbroken sword intent.
boom!
An even more majestic sound, quietly exploded like thunder.
At that moment, it was like a nuclear warhead, exploding in the center of the collision between the two swords. The terrifying wind, at a speed of thousands of meters per second, was madly overflowing in all directions.
Scattered!
Sweep everything!
The mountains, rivers and the earth were trembling, and a radius of one kilometer was almost razed to the ground.
Half of Chumen Mountain, in the aftermath of this collision, was almost in ruins.
“What a terrible power.”
“Just the aftermath of the spill has such a force. How strong should the center of the collision be?”
Many people can’t imagine it anymore.
The terrifying sight made everyone feel that their scalp was numb.
But apart from the tremor, everyone present was secretly praying.
I pray that the master of Tang Yun can laugh at the end, be able to kill the intruder, and avenge the dead Truman disciple.
However, among so many people present, it is estimated that Meng Wanyu is the only one who is really worried about Ye Fan’s safety.
When Tang Yun and Ye Fan were in a life-to-death duel, Meng Wanyu’s tears were already streaming down.
This time, she did not persuade anyone to stop.
She knew it was useless.
Ye Fan is already disheartened, and her teacher Tang Yun is even less likely to choose benevolence on Chumen Mountain.
She knows her teacher too well, and puts her career, responsibilities, and sect honors more important than anything else.
In order to protect the interests of the sect, this woman can dedicate everything she has.
This is Tang Yun, a woman who regards her sect and responsibility as all her life.
The glory of Trumen is her glory.
Truman’s pride is also her pride.
This battle is destined to have an outcome.
Of course, in addition to Meng Wanyu, the two elders Xuan Ming also rarely expressed regret to Ye Fan.
Ye Fan, after all, is Chu Zhenghong’s son.
Such a good talent, if it were to fall under Tang Yunjian, really, it would be a pity.
Just when everyone was thinking about it, the confrontation at the top of Chumen Mountain finally had a result.
The sound of the wind dissipated, and the vertical and horizontal sword aura gradually faded.
All the storms finally subsided.
When the hustle and bustle is gone, here the world returns to silence.
At the top of the sea of clouds, there were only two people left, standing with long swords in their hands.
One of them, Hantian Guying, expressionless. The thin figure stood there as if a spear stood upright.
The other person, with a fluttering long skirt, graceful and luxurious, with three thousand green silks, was chaotic as snow in the wind.
“Who’s winning?”
“Is it a tie?”
Everyone looked at the two people standing proudly in the sky, and they were all confused.
However, the voices of Chu Zhengliang and others just fell off.
Huh~
Just listen to a muffled hum.
Between the sea of clouds, that stunning figure trembled.
Red blood poured into the sky.
Immediately afterwards, the former noble and invincible Lord of Truman fell from the horizon!