"Ye Fan, I"
"You."
Ye Fan's laughter was sad, and it was undoubtedly unpleasant to hear Tang Yun's heart.
She opened her mouth, wanting to explain something.
However, she didn't know how to say it.
In the end, the tangle that filled her heart only turned into a question.
"Why?"
"Why do you want to stop?"
"Didn't we agree that we wouldn't stop until we were dead?"
Tang Yun's beautiful eyes reddened slightly, but that strange emotion in her heart was quickly suppressed by her.
Her words were clear and cold as she looked at Ye Fan from a high position and asked coldly.
"Haha."
"Yeah, it was agreed, no death, no rest."
"If I want to blame, I can only blame myself for being too stupid."
"Blame me for being stupid to the core!"
Ye Fan's eyes were full of self-deprecation, and that majestic laughter was only like thunder rolling.
Many years ago, Great Grandmother had given Ye Fan a comment.
She said that there was a fatal weakness in his body.
That was that he was too sentimental!
In the path of martial arts, only those who have no desires and no needs can go forward without any disadvantages.
It is fine if the people you meet are all sentimentalists.
But if he met someone who was unfeeling, it was very likely that he would put Ye Fan's life in danger.
At one time, Ye Fan did not take this advice from his grandmother seriously.
Because Ye Fan thought that, with his own eyes, he would not be able to have a deep friendship with someone who was unfeeling.
But now, it seemed that he had been right after all.
To Tang Yun, he had treated her with sincerity and heart.
But what did he get in return?
A cold and heartless sword!
And that cold, frosty "no death, no rest".
"But Tang Yun, that's the end of it."
"Before, I wanted to give you some face for old times' sake."
"But now, I don't think there's that need anymore."
After laughing, Ye Fan's face was completely cold.
His face was expressionless and his deep pupils were cloudy, making it impossible for people to see his emotions.
But the more such Ye Fan was, the more frightening it felt.
Meng Wanyu was scared silly at that moment.
It felt as if the young man in front of her had suddenly blackened.
From his body, Meng Evening Yu could not even feel the slightest bit of warmth.
It was cold, just like a stubborn stone.
"What does he he want?"
"Is he still not dead?"
"With one arm ruined, does he still want to fight with Sect Master Tang Yun?"
Feeling the aura on Ye Fan's body, Chu Zhengliang and the others stared, filled with confusion, completely confused as to what Ye Fan was thinking.
buzz
Right in the middle of the crowd's confusion, a low buzzing sound unexpectedly came from the distance.
"Hmm?"
"What's that buzzing?"
The crowd was like birds of a feather, and when they heard this sudden sound, they were even more puzzled.
"It's a sword!"
"It's that sword moving!"
At this time, someone suddenly shouted out.
In a flash, all the people looked at the sound.
They only saw that a thousand metres away, an ancient long sword that had been thrust into the earth was trembling violently.
It felt as if it had taken on a life of its own, humming and trembling.
Until finally, only a clanging burst could be heard.
The ancient sword of Yunyang, which had been knocked down by Tang Yun, unexpectedly emerged from its sheath once again and shot out from the boulder.
As if it had been summoned, in a matter of moments, it was once again in Ye Fan's hand.
"This this."
"This guy, is he crazy?"
"Does he, like, want to play with the sword with Sect Master Tang?"
The moment Ye Fan held the sword once again, everyone was shocked.
Chu Zhengliang even looked at that Ye Fan who was holding a sword in his hand as if he was looking at an idiot.
"This guy, brain-damaged!"
"Sect Master Tang is famous for his sword skills, and even has the reputation of being the number one sword in the world."
"He's a bastard boy known for his brute strength, and he still wants to play with the Sect Master's sword?"
"He's just a fool!
"He's asking for his own death!"
Chu Zhengliang looked on and finally cursed out in disdain.
The other people of the Chu Sect also had a look of ridicule on their faces.
Thinking that this Ye Fan was afraid that his head had not been kicked by a donkey.
When people fought, they used their strengths to attack the enemy's weaknesses.
He had done the opposite, using his weakness to attack the enemy's strength!
This is either stupid or looking for death.
However, unlike the contempt of the others, Tang Yun's eyebrows were immediately tinged with seriousness when she saw Chen Han's grip on the sword.
Of all the people present, she was the only one who knew how terrifying Ye Fan's talent in the sword dao was.
However, in the path of the sword dao, it was not only talent that counted, but also hard practice day after day, a thousand times.
Therefore, when facing Ye Fan with a sword, Tang Yun was only serious, and did not have much scruples.
Even at the end, she reminded Ye Fan, "If you use the Cloud Dao Heavenly Jedi once more, you still have a chance of winning."
"If you use sword techniques, you will definitely lose."
"Talent, does not make up for a lack of base."
Faced with what Tang Yun said, Ye Fan let out a cold laugh "Really?"
"Then next, we'll clash with sword techniques."
"Isn't the Cloud Smoke Sword Skill what you are so proud of?"
"Tang Yun, today, I will use the Cloud Smoke Sword Skill to smash all your pride!"
In fact, at first, he had thought of using the Cloud Smoke Sword Skill to blast against Tang Yun.
But before that, Ye Fan was still concerned about Tang Yun being the master of the Chu Sect, if he were to defeat her in her best sword skill, then she would undoubtedly have no face at all in front of her group of disciples.
That was why he had used the Cloud Dao Heavenly Jedi.
In that case, even if Tang Yun was defeated, it would only mean that the Chu Family Jedi, was above the Tang Family Jedi.
Originally, the Chu Family was the number one martial arts powerhouse in the world.
It was not a shocking thing that the Cloud Smoke Sword Skill was defeated under the Cloud Dao Heavenly Jedi.
But if, if Ye Fan were to win with the Cloud Smoke Sword Skill, then the last bit of shame in front of Tang Yun would undoubtedly be gone.
It was because of such scruples that Ye Fan had left some even face for Tang Yun.
But now, the last bit of love between them had undoubtedly been shattered by Tang Yun's sword thrust.
Since this was the case, what else did Ye Fan have to worry about.
"Tang Yun, come on."
"Aren't you known as the number one sword in the world?"
"Today, I, Chu Tianfan, will prove to the world myself that this so-called number one sword in the world of yours is not even worth mentioning in front of me!"
As he laughed coldly, Ye Fan stepped up into the sky with his sword in one hand.
Sword Qi swept through the air, and the sea of clouds tossed.
Under the pull of Ye Fan's breath, the ancient sword of Yunyang blossomed into a world-destroying sword aura.
And then, Ye Fan's ethereal and majestic voice resounded throughout the top of the Chu Sect Mountain.
"Qiankun a rustling sky downstream, the moon is like a hook, hard to part with!"
"Cloud and Smoke Sword Skill, the first sword, Wind Flow!"
The cold light folded up, the sword qi streaked across.
The Yun Yang Ancient Sword, for the first time, truly blossomed in power.
The green-coloured sword aura, in an instant, cut out a round moon sword wheel in the air.
After the fall of the sword, Ye Fan's might rose again.
"Second sword, Ice Heart!"
"Third sword, Green Dragon!"
"How many books are there and how many flavours are there, who in the world accompanies white clothes!"
"Cloudy Smoke Sword Skill, fifth sword, Peerless!"
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
In a matter of moments, Ye Fan slashed five swords in quick succession.
The endless sword qi was only like a river rushing through.
The strokes were ruthless and precise.
The five swords in a row were like flowing clouds.
The swords were like swimming dragons, and his body was like a flying rainbow.
The speed of Ye Fan's swords was so fast that the crowd could not even see clearly anymore.
All they could see was a green light flashing between the rivers of heaven.
It looked like a sword, and it was a person.
"This."
"The Cloud Smoke Sword Skill!"
"How is this possible?"
"This son of a bitch, how could he also know my Tang Family's untold art?"
The clan elders of the Tang Family had gone mad, especially the Chu Clan Grand Elder, who was the highest-ranking person in the Tang Family, and he hadn't even cultivated this Cloud Smoke Sword Skill, but Ye Fan actually knew it?
Previously, when Ye Fan knew the Chu Family's Cloud Dao Heavenly Jedi, they were only surprised, but it made sense, after all, this fellow was after all a descendant of the Chu Family, the illegitimate son of Chu Zhenghong.
But what about their Tang family's sword technique?
Ye Fan also knew it, which made absolutely no sense.
Could it be that this fellow was the illegitimate son of their Tang family as well?
Was he born to the Tang family's woman, together with Chu Zhenghong?
The Tang family stared at him with dead eyes, only to find it unbelievable!