"The long sword pierced through his body, can he not die?"

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

Chu Zhengliang's eyeballs almost popped out.

Everyone looked at Ye Fan like a ghost, and couldn't believe their eyes.

But in the end, it was the Grand Elder Trumen who saw the truth.

"No, he hurt his arm!"

"The door master's sword only penetrates his arm."

"It didn't hurt his vitals."

The Great Elder Trumen frowned, and said in a deep voice.

It was only when the others heard the words that they suddenly realized.

"No wonder I can still stand up!"

"It turns out that the sect master just disabled one of his arms."

"However, it's just a pair of crippled bodies, and the game is over!" Chu Zhengliang gritted his teeth.

While everyone was discussing, 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..."

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha..."

What kind of laughter is that, with endless sadness and heartbreak.

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

"Ye Fan, I..."

"you..."

Ye Fan's sad laughter made Tang Yun feel very uncomfortable listening to it.

She opened her mouth, wanting to explain something.

However, I don't know how to say it.

In the end, all the entanglement in my heart turned into a question.

"Why?"

"Why do you want to stop?"

"Didn't it be agreed, don't you die forever?"

Tang Yun's beautiful eyes were slightly red, but the strange emotion in her heart was quickly suppressed by her. JrNovels.com