"Invade my land of Yanxia, kill my children of Yanhuang."
"Tang Yun, do you know death?!"
Under the River of Heaven, the beautiful woman was stained with blood.
Tang Yun, who was badly injured on the ground, looked like a fairy who had fallen to the earth.
On top of her formerly elegant dress, there was already crimson stains and dust all over.
In front of her, the Fist King, Sword Saint and the others stood majestically.
Just like this, they looked down on the Lord of the Chu Sect in front of them.
Mo Gucheng's angry voice was even like thunder from the nine heavens, quietly exploding.
In just a few words, there was a surge of killing intent.
In his veins, a huge surge of Yuan Power could not be stopped.
The power of heaven and earth in the surroundings also seemed to be summoned, converging towards Mo Gucheng's fists.
At this moment, Mo Qucheng was like a powerful bow that was gradually being drawn to full strength.
It was as if the next moment, he would be able to shoot out a fatal sword at Tang Yun!
However, in the face of the Fist King's in-your-face question, Tang Yun, who was heavily injured, struggled to raise her head.
The breeze blew up the tips of her hair on her forehead, revealing her bloodless face, which was so haggard.
Like a flower withering in the storm.
There were even tears in her eyes.
Seeing Tang Yun's appearance at this moment, Ye Qingtian suddenly froze.
For so many years, ever since Tang Yun had become famous in the world of martial arts, this woman in front of him had always appeared in front of everyone with the most noble and graceful posture.
Therefore, it was the first time that Ye Qingtian had seen, Tang Yun look so soft and weak.
Yes, even if the usual Tang Yun was how high and cold and majestic she was. But when all the halo had faded away, she was just a weak woman after all.
For a moment, the War God actually felt compassionate.
Perhaps because he had seen Ye Qingtian's tender side of an iron man, Tang Hao suddenly patted the War God's shoulder at this moment.
"She asked for this, she can't blame anyone else."
"The blood debt of 100,000 of my Yanxia's people always needs to be paid by someone."
Tang Hao spoke in a low voice.
When Ye Qingtian heard this, the thought of helping Tang Yun plead for mercy had just risen in his heart, but it was eventually suppressed.
"Suit yourselves."
"You three are the permanent hall masters of the Martial God Hall, so it's up to you three to discuss how to deal with her."
"However, Fist King and Sword Saint, if possible, try to spare her life."
"Taking advantage of someone's danger is always not the style of our Yanxia Martial Dao."
Ye Qingtian looked at the three Sword Saints and spoke slowly.
However, before the Sword Saint could reply, Tang Yun, whose dress was stained with blood in front of them, suddenly laughed.
"I, Tang Yun, don't need your pity."
"This Sect Master, I am willing to gamble and accept defeat."
"Kill or be killed, do as you wish."
Tang Yun shook her head and laughed, that forlorn laugh sounding as if it was a cold wind in a sluggish autumn day.
In the midst of the sluggishness, it carried endless sadness.
The deep, majestic eyes of the past were filled with the despair of a man bent on death.
"However, my defeat today is not because of your Yanxia Martial God Hall."
"I lost to myself, to that heartless man."
"If you want to blame me, then blame me, Tang Yun, for looking away and seeing the wrong person~"
"If there is an afterlife, I will not only wipe out this tiny Yan Yang Town, I will even slaughter Jing Zhou and trample down the entire Jiang Dong!"
"If I don't kill all the people of Jiangdong, how can I quench the hatred in my heart?"
As the saying goes, the hero is at the end of his rope.
Tang Yun, who knew that she was in a desperate situation, no longer had her usual coolness.
At this moment, she was smiling sadly with her eyes full of desolation and sorrow.
In those sad words, there was endless loss and aggravation.
"Tang Yun, it seems that you are bent on death!"
"Today, if I, the Yanxia Martial God Hall, do not kill you, I will be doing a disservice to these 100,000 people, and even more so to the hundreds of millions of people of Jiangdong."
With these last words, Tang Yun had undoubtedly completely angered the Fist Emperor and the others.
Mo Gucheng and the others had never thought that even now, this Tang Yun had not shown any remorse.
Not even a single thought of guilt had been shown.
How dare she say that she wanted to kill all the people of Jiangdong?
How could they forgive such a heartless and insane person?
Therefore, they did not give Tang Yun any more chances.
After the words had fallen, Mo Gucheng threw a fierce punch, smashing directly towards Tang Yun's chest.
"Sect Master Tang, it is not that my Yanxia Martial Dao does not allow you."
"It is you, who deceives people too much!"
"Today, I, Martial God Hall, will do justice to Heaven and kill you, the devil!"
As the saying goes, what is tolerable is not tolerable.
If Tang Yun had apologized and understood his mistake, perhaps the Sword Saints would have left Tang Yun alive due to the authority of the Chu Sect.
But now, Tang Yun had already said the last word.
Since this was the case, what did they have to fear from Yanxia?
All that mattered was that they would tear their faces off from the Chu Sect.
If they wanted to fight, then they could fight.
Yanxia had been known for 5,000 years and had never bowed to a foreign enemy without a bottom line.
Buzz~
Therefore, the moment he made up his mind to remove Tang Yun, the sword in the Sword Saint's hand buzzed out of its sheath.
The loud and clear sound of the sword was like the roar of a dragon and a tiger, resounding through the entire void.
The sword energy split the heaven and earth.
Where the blade was directed, it was also Tang Yun's chest.
"Sect Master Tang, this is the end."
"Your greatest mistake in this life is to provoke my Yanxia Martial Dao and my Martial God's Hall!"
Boom~
The giant hammer shattered the void and the sound wave resounded through the world.
After the Sword Saint and the Fist Emperor both struck, Tang Hao was not willing to show his weakness either.
The black divine hammer in his hand rose against the wind.
In the end, it was as if a heavy mountain was being held in Tang Hao's hand.
Just like that, with the momentum of stepping on the sky, it smashed fiercely at Tang Yun.
One fist, one sword, one hammer, three seals, three pillar states, three most powerful attacks.
In a flash of lightning and fire, they burst into bloom.
It was like fireworks, blooming in the night.
The mighty power was like a river and an ocean.
No one doubted that under this attack, Tang Yun would definitely die!
Perhaps, Tang Yun was the Lord of the Chu Sect, the number one on the Heavenly Ranking.
But in the end, she was heavily wounded and frail.
No matter how brilliant she once was, no matter how powerful she was, she would no longer be able to stop the Sword Saint's trio's certain killing blow.
"After all, is one going to fall here after all?"
Looking at the majestic energy that was approaching, feeling the endless might that was surging, Tang Yun, who was standing at the crossroads of life and death, did not show any fear or trepidation in her beautiful eyes.
All that was on her pretty face was sorrow and loss.
At the last moment of her life, Tang Yun actually looked up again, in the direction of downtown Jingzhou.
Although she had already decided to sever all ties with him.
But why, before she died, the face that appeared in her mind was still his.
Even, subconsciously, she was still looking in the direction that the young man had left.
But what was the point?
Even if she had travelled thousands of miles to Jiangdong for him.
But what she got in return was only a word from him, "Never again.
With just a few words, Tang Yun's heart was broken.
Sometimes, Tang Yun would ask herself if she had to do it all over again, would she choose to keep that child.
Would she?
Perhaps, she would.
Phew~
A thousand attacks had arrived in front of her.
Tang Yun, very calmly, closed her eyes.
Quietly, like a young girl in her youth, tilting her head, opening her arms to the sun.
"That's it, it's over."
Tang Yun smiled guffawingly and whispered softly in her heart.
Her beautiful eyes were closed and her vision was already a stark darkness.
However, no one saw that there were two lines of clear tears, slowly flowing down the corners of Tang Yun's eyes.
It was loneliness, sadness, or loss.
No one knew what kind of emotions Tang Yun was carrying with her as she ran to her death.
"It's over."
Ye Qingtian closed his eyes, unable to bear to look any further.
"Tang Yun, the era that belonged to you, is completely over."
In the wind and rain, Mo Kucheng was laughing.
However, just when the Fist Emperor and the others thought that Tang Yun would surely die next, who would have thought that a thunderstorm would explode from the depths of the Heavenly River.
Immediately afterwards, an eerie, cold voice seemed to come from the depths of the Nine Underworlds.
In an instant, it swept through the River of Heaven!
"This Dragon Lord's woman, I'll see who dares to touch her!!!"
With a single word, the heavenly river trembled and the starlight dimmed.