Tang Yun's delicate body was trembling. Looking at the bloody Ye Fan, she felt that even breathing was so painful.

It was obvious that she had won, but it was even more uncomfortable than losing.

However, just when Tang Yun was filled with panic, Ye Fan, who was lying in a pool of blood, staggered and stood up again.

Under the setting sun, the setting sun is like blood, and the sunset glow fills the sky.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, the young man covered in blood stood like that.

He lowered his eyelids, and the sun shone on him, but it cast shadows all over the ground.

"This...this..."

"How is this possible?"

"The sword penetrated his body, can he still survive?"

When Ye Fan stood up again, everyone in Truman went crazy.

Chu Zhengliang's eyes almost burst out of his head.

Everyone looked at Ye Fan as if they were looking at a ghost, unable to believe their eyes.

But in the end, it was the Great Elder of Truman who saw the truth from the truth.

"No, he hurt his arm!"

"The Sect Master's sword only penetrated his arm."

"It didn't hurt his vitals."

The great elder of Chumen frowned and said in a deep voice.

When the others heard this, they suddenly realized.

"No wonder I can still stand up!"

"It turns out that the sect owner only disabled one of his arms."

"However, it's just a pair of broken bodies. The defeat is certain!" Chu Zhengliang said through gritted teeth.

While everyone was talking, Ye Fan, whose arms were covered in blood, slowly raised his face.

He looked at Tang Yun and suddenly laughed out loud.

"Ha ha...."

"Ha ha ha ha..."

"Hahahahahahahaha..."

What kind of laughter was that, filled with endless sadness and sorrow.

Anyone who hears this laughter can almost feel the overwhelming loneliness and sadness in Ye Fan's heart.

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