However, just in the nick of time, Ye Fan saw a few crystals slipping down from the eyes of that magnificent woman.
Some of them were even hit on Ye Fan's face by the strong wind that roamed the sky.
A piece of it, cold as snow!
For a moment, it was as if something had suddenly struck Ye Fan's heart, which was originally as cold as ice.
His cold, hard heart began to tremble.
His firm eyes also began to waver.
At that moment, Meng Wangyu, who had arrived in fear, saw his teacher Tang Yun, who was in a desperate situation, and Ye Fan, who was in the process of executing a killing blow, and immediately cried out with tears in her eyes, "Ye Fan, don't!"
"Don't kill your teacher."
Meng Wanyu cried out in tears, her eyes full of mourning.
As she shouted, she rushed into the battle against all odds.
When Meng Wangyu rushed into the battle, the sky was filled with energy like swords, instantly leaving hundreds of wounds on Meng Wangyu's body, blood staining her clothes.
But Meng Wangyu still gritted her teeth and floated on, using her frail body to open her arms and stand in front of her teacher.
Looking at Meng Wangyu, who was willing to die, and the beautiful woman who was in tears in the wind
Ye Fan's heart, after all, softened.
Originally the sharpness of the great strength, &bsp&bsp as if supine, instantly no sharpness.
Ye Fan's body that rushed the power of the sky, in quickly receded.
Yes, Ye Fan forcibly pressed the already standing on the string of the sixth form of the Cloud Road Heavenly Jedi.
Ye Fan, after all, had not been able to be ruthless.
He thought he could let go of everything, but in the end, he still could not let go of her.
Even though he had ten thousand miles of rivers and mountains, sometimes, it was still not as good as a bit of vermilion between her eyebrows.
"Hurry!"
"Sect Master, it's now."
"Seize the opportunity!"
However, Ye Fan's leniency was undoubtedly a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity in the eyes of the people of the Chu Sect.
Just as Ye Fan's sixth stance suddenly subsided for some unknown reason, Chu Zhengliang seized the opportunity and let out a long cry, immediately shouting at Tang Yun in reminder.
And at this time, relying on the assistance of the Dragon God Body, Tang Yun finally resisted the might of the Yin Yang God Slash and emerged from the predicament she had just been in.
With this long shout from Chu Zhengliang, Tang Yun almost subconsciously used all her strength to fight to the death.
Buzz!
The long sword buzzed.
On the mountain of the Chu Sect, the seven-foot green peak in Tang Yun's hand came out of her hand.
The sword was like a swimming dragon, and the Qi was as cold as ice.
At this moment, within Tang Yun's body, her Ice Lotus Power Qi was running at nine revolutions, a desperate strike in full strength.
Probably, at this point, Tang Yun still thought that if she didn't strike with all her might, she would really have no chance.
After all, the fifth stance of Yun Dao's Heavenly Jie was close to taking her life, and the sixth strike would only be stronger.
In a desperate attempt, Tang Yun poured all of her Yuan Power into the long sword in her hand.
This time, the sharp blade in her hand flew straight out.
It was like a long rainbow piercing the sun, almost shattering the starry sky and cutting through the starry river.
Everyone could only see that the longsword, which was capable of penetrating everything, burst straight towards Ye Fan's location in a near instantaneous manner.
"Teacher, don't!"
However, when Tang Yun flung out this sword, Meng Wanyu, who was not far away, shouted in terror and hurriedly stopped it.
However, it was already too late.
Originally, Meng Wangyu's eyes were on Ye Fan.
It was only when Tang Yun's sword came that Meng Wanyu realised that her teacher's counterattack had already arrived.
It would undoubtedly be useless for her to make a sound to stop it at this point.
The sword that leaves the string will not stop.
In a flash of lightning, it had already leapt a thousand metres and passed through Ye Fan's body.
The blood brought up was like a harsh line of blood, quietly blooming between the rivers of heaven.
Clang!
Finally, the seven-foot green peak that penetrated his body, with its remaining momentum unabated, clanged and struck directly on top of the mountain peak a thousand metres away.
Rumble!
The heavenly river trembled and the huge rocks exploded.
The sound of breaking rocks rolling down was only like rolling torrents of thunder, rushing down.
Ye Fan, who was covered in blood, fell to the ground.
This world, too, then fell silent.
A dead silence.
It was only after a long time that the mountain of the Chu Sect resounded with applause like a tsunami.
"Win!"
"Hahahaha"
"The Sect Master has won, we are victorious."
The entire Chu Sect Mountain had boiled over.
Countless Chu Sect disciples cried tears of joy and embraced and cried.
Chu Zhengliang and the Chu Sect's group of elders also let out a long sigh of relief.
"At last, it's over."
Everyone was applauding, everyone was celebrating.
But on top of the Chu Sect's mountain, there were only two women, staring at the spot.
Meng Evening Yu's pretty face was pale and her entire body was stunned there, frozen as a wooden chicken. Especially when she saw Tang Yun's sword run through Ye Fan's body, Meng Evening Yu's entire body was stunned.
A pair of beautiful eyes went red straight away.
Tears, uncontrollably, left her eyes.
"How how could this happen?"
"Ye Ye Fan, you can't die!"
Meng Evening Yu howled, she didn't know why, when she saw Ye Fan's blood staining the long sky, it was as if her own heart broke along with him.
This was never the outcome she wanted to see.
This was not what she wanted.
She didn't want to see her teacher get hurt, and likewise she didn't want to see Ye Fan get hurt, she wanted both Ye Fan and Tang Yun to be fine.
But why, after saving Tang Yun, did she end up hurting Ye Fan.
Tang Yun was also stumped.
Although the final result was that she had won.
However, she was not happy at all.
On the contrary, inside, there was an endless sweep of sadness.
She felt her heart dripping blood, and there were likewise crystals beating in her beautiful eyes.
"For what?"
"Why didn't he use the Cloud Dao Heavenly Jedi?"
"Why didn't he resist at all?"
This result was likewise something Tang Yun herself had not expected.
She had thought of fighting to her death to block Ye Fan's Cloud Dao Heavenly Jedi.
However, after she had cut out that sword, she only realized that all of Ye Fan's mighty power had actually dissipated.
The power of Wuji had all disappeared as well.
Tang Yun didn't know why, at the last moment, why did Ye Fan withdraw his hand? What's more, he didn't know why he hadn't used his Limitless Strength.
Tang Yun's delicate body was trembling, looking at the bloodied Ye Fan, she felt that even her breath stung.
It was clear that she had won, but it was even harder than losing.
However, just as Tang Yun's heart was filled with panic, Ye Fan, who had fallen into a pool of blood, staggered and stood up again.
The sun was setting, the sun was like blood, and the evening sun was filling the sky.
In the afterglow of the setting sun, the young man, covered in blood, was standing like that.
His eyelids were lowered, and the sunlight shone on his body, but it cast shadows all over the ground.
"This..."
"How is this possible?"
"The longsword had penetrated his body and he still managed to stay alive?"
When Ye Fan stood up again, the people of the Chu Sect went crazy.
Chu Zhengliang's pair of eyes were even about to crack open.
Everyone looked at Ye Fan like he was a ghost, simply finding it hard to believe their eyes.
But in the end, it was the Grand Elder of the Chu Sect, who could see the falsity.
"No, what he injured was his arm!"
"The Sect Master's sword, penetrated only his arm."
"It didn't injure his vitals."
The Grand Elder of the Chu Sect frowned as he said in a deep voice in quick succession.
When the others heard this, it dawned on them.
"No wonder he can still stand up!"
"So the Sect Master only scrapped one of his arms."
"But, a pair of crippled bodies is all, the defeat is already sealed!" Chu Zhengliang gritted his teeth and spoke.
In between the crowd's chatter, Ye Fan, whose arm was covered in blood, was slowly raising his face.
He looked at Tang Yun and suddenly laughed out loud.
"Hahaha."
"Hahahahahaha"
"Hahahahahahahahahahahaha"
What kind of laughter was that, carrying endless sadness and heartfelt grief.
Anyone who heard this laughter could almost feel the overwhelming despondency and sadness in Ye Fan's heart.