When the heroes are at their end, they look up and see all that they have ever seen.
That year, a woman with a child walked down from the Chu Mun mountain, begging and bumping her way to finally return to her hometown.
That year, he left his hometown and joined the Qiu family as a son-in-law.
That year, under Haiyuan Court, the limousine greeted him and he saw the man who had made him ruthless for ten years again.
Later, in Jianghai City, the powerful came to pay their respects.
At the Taishan Martial Meeting, he became famous in one battle!
Ten years, just like that, had passed.
How many decades can one have in life, to accompany all the peaks and underestimations of a man.
Yet, one can stand in the crowd and watch a thousand hands waving.
But never to be seen again, in your shadow.
"Goodbye, Mum."
"Goodbye, Mu Orange."
"Goodbye, Xiao Lei..."
"What I owe you, I, Chu Tianfan, will repay in the next life."
Between the rivers of heaven, Ye Fan's red lips were lightly parted as he smiled softly.
No one saw that there were crystals glittering within the man's deep eyes.
The moment before Chu Yuan's attack fell, Ye Fan opened his hands and calmly embraced the eternal night that was coming even if it did.
Boom!
The storm swept by, and the tile cauldron thundered.
At this moment, Xu Lei, who was far away in the Pacific Ocean, her delicate body trembled violently, and her entire body, almost spread out, fell to the ground again.
"Miss Xu, what's wrong with you?"
"Airsick?"
Seeing Xu Lei's pale expression, Xue Ren Yang, who was on the side, asked anxiously.
But Xu Lei didn't say anything, she just turned her head to look out of the glare window, in the direction of Chumen Mountain, and two lines of tears, quietly flowed down.
"Little brother Fan..."
"You'll be fine."
"You'll be fine..."
Xu Lei's tears fell like rain, and she bawled uncontrollably, her sad appearance showing no trace of the majesty of the Queen of Yanjing, but rather that of a child who had lost the one she loved most.
At this time, Qiu Mu Orange, who was still in the company meeting, suddenly felt a twinge in her heart.
The feeling of palpitations almost made Qiu Mu Orange faint.
The group's senior management meeting was interrupted and stopped immediately because of Qiu Mu Orange's sudden change of heart.
The senior management of the group went forward to help and asked, "General Manager Qiu, are you alright?"
"Do you need to go to the hospital?"
"Don't scare us..."
All of a sudden, the entire group was in chaos and began to worry about Qiu Mu Orange's health.
In the land of Jingzhou, the Ye family mansion.
Ye Ximei was still looking after Xiao Xiao Fan.
The little one, who was still lively and laughing, suddenly burst into tears for some reason, and no matter how hard he was coaxed, his voice was so loud that it scared Ye Ximei.
He thought that the little one had been involved in something bad, and immediately asked his sister to invite some goddesses to take a look, but after burning several talismans and reciting a bunch of spells, the little one continued to cry and scream, and his voice was heartbreaking.
Rumble~
On Chu Men Mountain, the storm swept wildly.
The entire mountain was trembling violently.
All could only see that the thin figure under the River of Heaven was instantly wrapped up by Chu Yuan's limitless fist power.
The Moon God's eyes were red and her pretty face was filled with tears.
Tang Yun crumpled to the ground, crying out in pity.
But Chu Shen and the rest of the Chu Clan were all relieved and felt relieved.
"This undead little strong man has finally been beaten to death, right?"
Looking at the scene ahead, Chu Shen wanted to laugh, but found that he could not.
After all, this battle was too tragic.
The entire Chu Sect, facing Ye Fan alone, was still such a miserable victory.
Chu Zhengliang was finished, worse than dead, and would only be no different from a walking corpse in the future.
The demigod powerhouse, the Chu Clan's sacred ironwood, had also been beheaded by Ye Fan.
The Chu Family's combined losses over the past hundred years were not as profound as the disaster that Ye Fan had brought to them today.
Even their old family head, Chu Yuan, had suffered a not insignificant injury.
To have won this war at such a tragic cost was undoubtedly not something glorious and worthy of bragging about, both for the Chu Family and for the Chu Sect.
"But, no matter what, at last, it's over."
At this moment, the people of the Chu Clan all lamented deeply.
Even Chu Yuan, his tired body, breathed a long sigh of relief at this moment.
Before this, Chu Yuan had thought that with his ability, killing Ye Fan would not be a matter of handy.
However, Chu Yuan had never dreamed that he would be caught in a bitter battle.
This Chu Tianfan was so young that he had allowed him to use all his cards before he could kill him completely.
In a way, there was no victor in this dispute at all.
Ye Fan had lost, losing his life.
Chu Yuan had also lost, losing face.
"Stupid Chu Zhengliang, how nice it was to bring the Chu family to Yanxia to apologise last time, as promised."
"It was all a loss of face anyway."
"If we just apologised, at least there was no substantial loss."
"Now, not only the Chu family, but also the entire Chu Clan's company has been lost along with it, and it has also caused a great loss of strength to my Chu family and even the Chu Clan, and Tie Mu has been lost in this ...."
The thought of today's losses, Chu Yuan's heart is undoubtedly dripping with blood ah.
Although the battle is over, but if time could be repeated, Chu Yuan will definitely urge Chu Zhengliang to fulfill his promise, instead of making the ground full of chicken feathers like this now.
However, it was undoubtedly too late for Chu Yuan to be angry now.
Chu Zhengliang was already ruined.
The most vicious curse had been planted by Ye Fan, which was a judgment technique passed down by the ancestors of the Chu Family, and even if Chu Yuan had the power of the God Realm, he would not be able to save him at all.
"This rebellious son, he is also to blame!"
Chu Yuan glanced at the Chu Zhengliang who was still nailed to the top of the Chu Clan mountain, crying out in ghostly tears, and while his heart mourned, he also cursed in anger.
"Alright, don't even look anymore."
"Clean up the mess."
"Let's see if there are any survivors of those fellow disciples who fell under Chu Tianfan's sword."
Two encounters and back-to-back fights.
Even Chu Yuan had to admit that this bastard son of Chu Zhenghong, who had been expelled from the mountain by him back then, had a talent that far surpassed that of ordinary people.
Therefore, nowadays, Chu Yuan naturally did not refer to Ye Fan as his outcast son, but called him by his first name.
As the saying goes, between the strong, there is sympathy.
Even if they were enemies, they would all show proper respect to the opponents they recognised.
At this moment, those nine fist power had not yet completely exploded, the first few had already wrapped Ye Fan, but Chu Yuan was already too lazy to look at it, it had come to this point, all of Ye Fan's bottom cards had already been used, if Ye Fan could still make any mishaps, then Chu Yuan would not have to do anything, just give this undead little strong man a knee and beg for peace.
This how to fight can not die, this desperate situation to survive, this put on who who does not collapse?
Chu Yuan himself was tired from the successive battles.
However, while Chu Yuan was thinking this, the people of the Chu Clan around him looked abruptly different, their eyes widened as they looked ahead to where Ye Fan was.
"Old Clan Master, you... You quickly look?" Chu Shen shouted out of breath.
At that moment, Chu Yuan's old eyes twitched subconsciously, his heart wailing.
Sub-Oh, no way?
This guy, he still had his cards?
As Chu Yuan's heart collapsed, he immediately turned around and looked.
Only to see that the ancient sword of Yunyang, which he had originally sent flying, had, at some point, actually flown over and straddled Ye Fan in front of him.
A golden light escaped from the ancient sword.
Finally, the endless golden light, above that heaven and earth, coalesced into a vicissitudes and indistinct figure of an old crone.
As soon as that figure appeared, she struck out three palms in quick succession.
Those three palm imprints were like the palms of the gods descending from the sky.
The first palm, directly shattered Chu Yuan's nine Infinite Fist Energy.
The second palm leapt through heaven and earth, slapping Chu Yuan into the air like a leather ball.
The third palm, falling from the sky, again smashed Chu Yuan from the air into the earth.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Three palms in quick succession, suppressing a God Realm powerhouse, forcefully.