After all, Ye Fan used six swords for the same sword technique, and Tang Yun used seven swords, which was already overwhelming Ye Fan in terms of quantity.

What's more, the Yunyan Sword Technique is the sword technique of the Tang family, which is definitely more in line with the skills practiced by Tang Yun.

In addition, Tang Yun has been famous for many years and has a profound foundation. She has practiced swords since she was a child and has accumulated the comprehension of swordsmanship step by step.

It is definitely not comparable to those of the half-baked Chu family like Ye Fan.

"I, the Tang sect leader, have the right time, place, and people, how can I be invincible?"

"Hahaha..."

Chu Zhengliang smiled to the sky, almost seeing Ye Fan kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy.

The other Truman members were also waiting for Ye Fan's defeat.

As for Tang Yun, who was at the forefront of the storm, she had a expressionless face, holding a long sword in her hand, lying across the void.

Seven swords slashed in succession, with a surging power that was as fast as a river.

In this way, the Lord of the True Sect slashed at Ye Fan with an unyielding momentum.

"it's over."

Tang Yun took a last look at Ye Fan in the storm, her red lips lightly opened, and her cool voice was blown to pieces by the storm.

Obviously, Tang Yun also felt that Ye Fan would not have any possibility of turning the tables after he had all seven swords.

The gap in quantity and background is destined to make her Tang Yun the one who laughs to the end!

Whoosh swish swish swish...

Several sword lights slashed through the sky, and finally, under everyone's gaze, they met Ye Fan's heartbreaking sword intent fiercely.

boom!

A more majestic sound exploded quietly like thunder.

At that moment, it was like a nuclear warhead, exploded at the center of the collision between the sword moves between the two sides. The terrifying strong wind scattered wildly in all directions at a speed of thousands of meters per second!

Sweep everything!

The mountains, rivers and the earth were trembling, and the radius of 1,000 meters was almost razed to the ground.

Half of Mount Chumen was almost ruined under the aftermath of the collision.

"What a terrible power."

"Just overflowing aftermath will have such a momentum. How strong should the collision be at its very center?"

Many people can't imagine it anymore.

The terrifying scene made everyone feel numb from their scalp.

But while trembling, everyone present was praying secretly.

I pray that the leader of Tang Yun can laugh and say in the end, he can kill the intruder and avenge the dead Truman disciples.

However, among so many people present, it is probably Meng Wanyu who is really worried about Ye Fan's safety.

When Tang Yun and Ye Fan were in a life-and-death battle, Meng Wanyu's tears had already flowed down.

This time, she did not persuade anyone to stop.

She knew it was useless.

Ye Fan was already discouraged, and her teacher Tang Yun was even more unlikely to choose kindness on Mount Truman.

She knows her teachers so well, and looks at career, responsibilities, and sect honors more than anything else.

In order to protect the interests of the sect, this woman can give her everything.

This is Tang Yun, a woman who regards the sect and responsibility as the whole of her life.

Truman's glory is her glory.

Truman's pride is also her pride.

This battle is destined to have a result.

Of course, in addition to Meng Wanyu, the two elders of Xuanming also rarely showed a bit of regret towards Ye Fan.

Ye Fan is Chu Zhenghong's son after all.

If such a good talent falls under Tang Yun’s sword, it would be a pity.

Just as everyone was thinking about it, the confrontation on the top of Mount Truman finally came to an end.

The wind dissipated, and the sword energy gradually faded.

All the storms finally subsided.

When the noise dissipates, the world here returns to silence.

At the top of the sea of ​​clouds, there were only two people left, holding long swords, standing in the distance.

One of them was Han Tian Guying, with a expressionless face. The thin figure stood there, just like a spear.

Another person, with a fluttering long skirt, elegant and luxurious, with three thousand black hairs, chaotic like snow in the wind.

"Who's winning?"

"Is it a draw?"

Everyone looked at the two men standing proudly in the sky and said in confusion.

However, just as Chu Zhengliang and others finished speaking.

Puff~

Just a muffled groan.

Between the sea of ​​clouds, the stunning figure trembled.

The bright red blood pours into the sky.
Chapter completed!