Boom!
Ye Fan’s sword, which had been refined for all time, finally came down.
At this moment, in the eyes of the crowd, there was no longer any sky, let alone any earth, only that river of swords across heaven and earth.
It was like a volcano crashing into the earth.
The moment the sword and finger clashed, the terrifying might of the two men centred on each other, spilling out in all directions.
The star river was almost overturned by the after-effects of their attack.
The sky and river overturned and the earth trembled.
All the mountains and slopes in a thousand-metre radius were razed to the ground.
Mountains, rocks, gra*s and trees were all reduced to nothingness.
In the midst of this near-extinction storm, the crowd on Cloud Top Mountain, while dodging the overflowing strong winds, all of them were also watching the battle in front of them with deadly interest.
“It’s the final battle!”
“Victory already belongs to the Chu Sect.”
“Glory, it must belong to the old Sect Master!”
Ande Man spoke through clenched teeth, and within his words, there was ruthlessness, moroseness, and even more prayer.
Although they, all of them, believed that Old Sect Master Chu Yuan was unbeatable.
However, when the final result, did not appear, naturally there was still suspense that would happen.
So, naturally, Ande Man, these Chu Sect elders, were also praying to the gods in their hearts, hoping that it would be their old Sect Master who would have the last laugh!
“Die.”
“Grandfather, you must kill him!”
Chu Qi Tian looked up at the battle ahead and let out a low roar of anger from his mouth.
It had been too long.
Chu Qi Tian had been suppressing it for too long.
For so many years, he had been fighting with Ye Fan.
From being a teenager, fighting to adulthood, until now when he was pouring out his nest.
It could be said that Chu Qi Tian had almost never won against Ye Fan.
After so many years of defeat, Chu Qi Tian naturally could not accept it.
He only begged that this final battle would give back all the defeats he had endured all these years!
He did not ask for anything else, but only for Ye Fan’s death!
Time was gradually pa*sing, and deep within the River of Heaven, the violent air turbulence was gradually calming down.
At this moment, everyone held their breath.
Ye Yuyan was so nervous that her body was trembling.
On Xu Lei’s palms, cold sweat was even breaking out.
The string in the hearts of the Jiangdong crowd was similarly tense to the extreme.
Not only them, but even the Chu Clan crowd was silent.
Everyone was looking up from afar, and everyone’s heart was unsettled.
Everyone was both anticipating and fearful of the upcoming outcome.
Looking forward to the dawn of victory, but fearing the appearance of defeat.
Finally, with all eyes on them, the two figures at the top of the Heavenly River finally emerged.
“Who… Who won?”
“A tie… A draw?”
After a long silence, there was a burst of doubt and clamour on the Cloud Top Mountain.
Only to see, deep in the Sky River, the two of them, Ye Fan and Chu Yuan, were still standing.
The cold wind was bitterly cold and their clothes were fluttering.
The tips of Ye Fan’s hair on his forehead moved with the wind.
This scene, undoubtedly looked at the crowd of cars and was very puzzling.
But just when the crowd thought that it was a draw.
Suddenly, in the depths of the heavenly river ahead, Ye Fan’s body, trembled abruptly.
And then, crimson blood, snatched out of his mouth.
The blinding scarlet was like starlight falling from the sky.
On the other hand, Chu Yuan’s pale face also showed fatigue.
However, he did not vomit blood and suffer injuries.
Rather, he was still standing there.
His chest rose and fell violently along with his panting.
Soon, a touch of pride and arrogance surged onto his face.
“Hahahaha…”
“Chu Tianfan, it’s over.”
“From this moment onwards, there will no longer be anyone to stop me in this world.”
“Hahahahahaha…”
Chu Yuan laughed loudly from the sky.
It was as if the emotions that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time had all burst out at this moment.
In fact, Chu Yuan had not expected that this battle would be so difficult.
Chu Tianfan, the outcast, had managed to force him to this point.
There was even a moment when Chu Yuan felt that he would be defeated.
But fortunately, it was still him who had the last laugh!
“Hahahahahaha…”
Chu Yuan’s reckless laughter, as if he was venting, swept across the land of Tianhe.
The people of the Chu Sect cheered for it.
But Li Er and the others, no doubt, shed tears.
I thought that when the results came out, no one would remain calm.
However, at this moment, the Cloud Top Mountain was surprisingly silent.
Li Er did not speak, Chen Ao looked up, Ye Yuyan could not stop her tears, and Xu Lei was even more filled with sorrow.
As for the hundreds and thousands of people from the Dragon God Temple, despair and loss enveloped all their hearts.
Defeat.
After all, they were defeated.
The man called Chu Tianfan, the man who had ignited the star fire as a youth and vowed to smash the Chu Sect, had finally fallen at the moment when he was closest to victory.
“Dragon Master…” The people of the Dragon God Hall were filled with sorrow.
“Brother Little Fan…” Ye Yuyan wept in pain.
The Fist Emperor, the Sword Saint and the others, even sighed long and sadly.
Although Ye Fan had failed, but at this moment the crowd, there was no one to blame him.
“He has done very well.”
“Within his power, he has done the limit.”
“To have lasted this long is a miracle.”
“There won’t be anyone else, who can do better than him.”
From afar, King Fro looked at the man who was spitting blood and staggering, filled with sympathy and pity.
“Yes.”
“Defeated after all.”
“One can only say that this is fate, right?”
“It’s all his Chu Tianfan’s fate, right?”
The two of them, Haibu and Bape, were equally complicated inside.
At one time, Chu Tianfan, in their eyes, was a demon, a calamity, an existence that caused them to fear.
However, at this moment, Chu Tianfan had become a hero with a few moments of sadness.
For the sake of his ideal, for the sake of his goal, he tried with all his might.
Three times he went to the Chu Sect, and last time, he fled in disarray and was forced to kill himself.
This time, he came back with a vengeance, but still failed to change any ending.
Although he had failed, this resolute and unyielding character of Ye Fan was ultimately awe-inspiring.
Buzz!
At this time, a sword chant suddenly rang out.
A sword was seen in the middle of the earth, flying straight up into the sky and finally landing in Chu Yuan’s hands.
Chu Yuan looked at Ye Fan, and then casually threw the sword, in his hand, to Ye Fan.
“Seeing that you have some blood in you, I will give you a decent end.”
“Just like what you did a few years ago, kill yourself with the sword.”
“That way, you can also be given a whole body.”
Chu Yuan threw out his longsword, and his indifferent voice sounded like a death sentence from the God of Death.
History, always so strikingly similar.
A few years ago, on the shores of the Eastern Sea of Yanxia, Ye Fan was also like this now, with his great power gone.
The other side threw a sword and told Ye Fan to kill himself with it.
And now, several years have pa*sed.
Unexpectedly, it was still this ending.
On Genting Mountain, those who survived, followed suit and despaired.
Li Er was spread out on the ground, his face ashen.
Chen Ao stared blankly, unwilling to accept this outcome for a long time.
Ye Yuyan clung tightly to Chu Lin in her arms, tears raging on her face.
Only Xu Lei, still looking up at the stranded man.
Her shell teeth, tightly biting her red lips.
Fresh blood, again, dripped from her lips.
She did not want to believe that her little brother Fan would fail.
She was even more unwilling to accept that her Little Brother Fan, would die here.
There had to be a way!
His Little Brother Fan, surely there would be a way.
So many years of hard work, so many hardships, so many desperate situations of life and death, and Ye Fan had come through them all.
Xu Lei would never believe that at the last light before dawn, Ye Fan would fall down.
Finally, when the crowd was filled with despair.
Ye Fan, whose lips were stained with blood, was smiling.
“Chu Yuan, do you really think that it’s over?”
Chu Yuan sneered, “Is it not?”
“This Shattering Star Sword is your last move, right?”
“But it still failed to hurt me in the slightest.”
“If you keep fighting, what else can you do to fight me? In the end, you will only suffer death.”
“Hahahaha…” When Ye Fan heard that, he suddenly burst out laughing.
He looked at Chu Yuan with pity in his gaze.
“Chu Yuan, Chu Yuan, you think too highly of yourself, while thinking too little of me.”
“Who said that this Shattering Star Sword was my last move.”
“Don’t you know that my Chu Family’s Cloud Dao Heavenly Jedi has more than seven moves!!!”