Tang Yun's delicate body was trembling. Looking at Ye Fan who was bleeding, she felt that even her breathing was so tingling.

She obviously won, but she felt even more uncomfortable than losing.

However, just when Tang Yun was panicked, Ye Fan, who was lying in a pool of blood, staggered and stood up again.

Under the setting sun, the setting sun is like blood, and the sunset glow is everywhere.

In the afterglow of the sunset, the young man covered in blood stood there.

He lowered his eyelids, and the sun shone on him, but casting shadows on the ground.

"This...this..."

"How is this possible?"

"The long sword penetrated his body, can he survive?"

When Ye Fan stood up again, the people of Truman went crazy.

Chu Zhengliang's eyes were almost glaring.

Everyone looked at Ye Fan like a ghost, and it was hard to believe his eyes.

But in the end, it was the Great Elder of the Trumen who saw the truth and reality.

"No, he hurt his arm!"

"The sword of the sect leader is only through his arm."

"It didn't hurt him."

The elder of Truman frowned and said in a deep voice.

When the others heard this, they suddenly realized.

"No wonder I can still stand up!"

"It turns out that the sect leader just destroyed one of his arms."

"However, just a pair of broken bodies, the defeat is decided!" Chu Zhengliang said gritting his teeth.

While everyone was talking, Ye Fan, who was covered in blood, slowly raised his face.

He looked at Tang Yun and suddenly laughed out loud.

"Ha ha...."

"Ha ha ha ha..."

“Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha…”

What kind of laughter is that, with endless sadness and heart sorrow.
Chapter completed!