"You guys couldn't help him achieve it."

"Just watching from the side..."

"Looking at my compatriots, dying before my own eyes."

"Looking at Yanxia's ban, he fell at the door of his own country."

"So proud of me, I finally died of myself."

"You guys say how desperate he had to be when he finally picked up his sword and stabbed himself..."

"How cold should I be in my heart..."

"He just wants to go home..."

The god of war Ye Qingtian said slowly, and the sad words were full of sadness.

Even, you can vaguely see crystal flashing in Ye Qingtian's eyes.

"Old Ye..." Tang Hao looked over and felt unbearable.

The Sword Saint and the King of Fighters lowered their heads and kept sighing.

At this time, the three sword saints were obviously mentally prepared to welcome the wrath of the God of War.

After all, over the years, they had several conflicts and differences due to Ye Fan.

But the previous differences were not big and were not related to life.

But even so, the God of War was repeatedly angry with them because of Ye Fan's affairs.

This time, they failed to protect Ye Fan, and even watched Ye Fan fall before the country.

The Sword Saint and the King of Fighters did not doubt it. The God of War who learned about this would definitely blame them.

They blamed them for not saving their lives, they blamed them for watching the fall of Yanxia's genius, and they blamed them for not being able to protect Ye Fan.

However, just when Tang Hao and the others thought that Ye Qingtian was about to die, and they felt extremely angry.

But what they didn't expect was that this time Ye Qingtian was actually acting surprisingly quiet.

There was no thunderous anger, no thunderous roar.

At this time, Ye Qingtian was just smiling alone.

The laughter was sad, with endless loss and sorrow.

The God of War's abnormal behavior undoubtedly made the Sword Saint and others panic.

"Old Ye, are you okay?"

"I know, I've dealt with this matter very perfectly from time to time."

"But you should understand our difficulties."

"Even if we take action in Yanxia martial arts, we can't protect it at all."

"Chu Tianfan has aroused public anger."

“He killed too many people.”

"The martial arts powerhouses from dozens of countries are surrounded by powerful men like Chu Yuan who are beyond the title."

"He couldn't survive."

"This is all fate."

"You have to mourn."

King of Fighters Mo Gucheng persuaded him from the side.

The Sword Saint also showed his eyes and was worried.

Tang Hao advised the God of War to mourn.

But Ye Qingtian seemed to have not heard their comfort, and was still smiling sadly.

"Forget it, I've been walking together for decades, so let's get here."

"It doesn't make any sense to stay in such a martial god temple."

“That’s the end.”

Ye Qingtian smiled at the sky, and his low words were filled with disappointment and sadness.

He took a last look at the Temple of the God of War in front of him and the mountainous area under his feet.

In a trance, Ye Qingtian seemed to see again that several young and energetic aspiring people hit it off and founded the Temple of the Martial God, which represents the highest power of Yanxia martial arts, on the top of Yanshan Mountain.

At that time, their major pillars made great ambitions to protect their descendants of Yanxia and to promote Yanxia martial arts.

However, I don’t know when, as I walked, my original intention was gone.

"Old Ye...What do you mean?"

"What's the end?"

"What the hell do you want to do?"

Tang Hao seemed to hear some charm, and immediately glared at him and asked anxiously.

Ye Qingtian shook his head, and his lonely words were filled with disappointment: "This is no longer the Martial God Temple that I, Ye Qingtian, want to protect."

"From now on, you guys should do it yourself."

"Start immediately, I, Ye Qingtian, withdrew from the Temple of Martial God."

"I will never go to Yanshan for a lifetime!"

boom!

The words of the God of War are just like thunder strikes to the Sword Saint and others.
Chapter completed!