Chapter: 5633
He was condescending, looking down at the blood-stained body that fell on the ground, and his majestic and domineering voice resounded through the sky: "Tang Yun, I have already said that what you are proud of is in the eyes of me, Chu Tianfan, nothing at all." Not worth mentioning!"
"You didn't believe it back then, how about now?"
The sound was like muffled thunder, exploding across the Milky Way.
Let Meng Wanyu and the others listen to it, only to find it deafening.
But after Ye Fan finished speaking, he didn't stop, and his words were still rumbling in the sky.
"You think you can defeat me with seven swords?"
"Tang Yun, Tang Yun, thanks to decades of sword practice, don't you even know the basics of swordsmanship?"
"The way of the sword has never been won by quantity."
"When your comprehension of swords has reached a very high level, just one sword is worth tens of thousands of swords!"
"If you don't have this comprehension, then I will give you ten or twenty years, and you will still not be able to catch up with me even if you are superior in swordsmanship!"
Ye Fan was condescending, and his cold voice kept ringing.
At this time, every sentence Ye Fan said was undoubtedly like a knife, deeply piercing Tang Yun's heart.
Her aloofness, her nobility, her arrogance, and her aloofness.
In short, all Tang Yun's pride in Ye Fan was crushed by Ye Fan.
Her delicate body was covered with blood, and after the defeat, Tang Yun lay on the ground like that, her pretty face was pale, and the bright red blood kept dripping from the corner of her mouth.
The purple gold phoenix crown had already been chopped off by Ye Fan's sword energy.
Three thousand black hair was in a mess, and the purple gold dress was stained with dust.
After the defeat, Tang Yun didn't say a word.
How lonely Tang Yun was in the past. How desolate she was at this time.
When the prosperity is gone, there is only barrenness left.
Where is this still the queen of the generation that frightened the world's powerhouses back then?
Where is this still the master of the Truman family who was once peerless?
Now she is just like a subjugated king, a complete loser.
Tang Yun raised her head and glanced at the straight figure of Aoli Changkong. It was this man who cut off all her glory with one sword.
As a descendant of the Tang family, she lost to the outcast of the Chu family.
As a generation of sword cultivators, she was defeated by others' swords.
As the head of the Truman Sect, she was defeated by the head of the Dragon God Hall.
A fellow practitioner of Yunyan Sword Jue, she used seven swords in a row, but was defeated by Ye Fan's six swords.
She failed miserably and became a complete joke.
She should hate him, right? JrNovels.com
"You didn't believe it back then, how about now?"
The sound was like muffled thunder, exploding across the Milky Way.
Let Meng Wanyu and the others listen to it, only to find it deafening.
But after Ye Fan finished speaking, he didn't stop, and his words were still rumbling in the sky.
"You think you can defeat me with seven swords?"
"Tang Yun, Tang Yun, thanks to decades of sword practice, don't you even know the basics of swordsmanship?"
"The way of the sword has never been won by quantity."
"When your comprehension of swords has reached a very high level, just one sword is worth tens of thousands of swords!"
"If you don't have this comprehension, then I will give you ten or twenty years, and you will still not be able to catch up with me even if you are superior in swordsmanship!"
Ye Fan was condescending, and his cold voice kept ringing.
At this time, every sentence Ye Fan said was undoubtedly like a knife, deeply piercing Tang Yun's heart.
Her aloofness, her nobility, her arrogance, and her aloofness.
In short, all Tang Yun's pride in Ye Fan was crushed by Ye Fan.
Her delicate body was covered with blood, and after the defeat, Tang Yun lay on the ground like that, her pretty face was pale, and the bright red blood kept dripping from the corner of her mouth.
The purple gold phoenix crown had already been chopped off by Ye Fan's sword energy.
Three thousand black hair was in a mess, and the purple gold dress was stained with dust.
After the defeat, Tang Yun didn't say a word.
How lonely Tang Yun was in the past. How desolate she was at this time.
When the prosperity is gone, there is only barrenness left.
Where is this still the queen of the generation that frightened the world's powerhouses back then?
Where is this still the master of the Truman family who was once peerless?
Now she is just like a subjugated king, a complete loser.
Tang Yun raised her head and glanced at the straight figure of Aoli Changkong. It was this man who cut off all her glory with one sword.
As a descendant of the Tang family, she lost to the outcast of the Chu family.
As a generation of sword cultivators, she was defeated by others' swords.
As the head of the Truman Sect, she was defeated by the head of the Dragon God Hall.
A fellow practitioner of Yunyan Sword Jue, she used seven swords in a row, but was defeated by Ye Fan's six swords.
She failed miserably and became a complete joke.
She should hate him, right? JrNovels.com
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