1377. Feelings

On the top of Yanshan Mountain, the wind is cold and cold.

Under the sky, there is a gentle man standing in the air.

A white dress fluttered, and a black hair was flying.

In front of the Yanshan Formation, the last light had already shined, as if it was a comeback.

The man knew that after the next wave of attacks came, the formation would inevitably be shattered instantly.

The man looked expressionless and finally looked up and looked at the distant east, where clouds and mist rolled, the world was vast. No one could be seen.

A few traces of loss and pity emerged in the man's eyebrows.

Did he fail after all?

I went to Hongmen three times, but eventually ended in failure.

The man was immediately full of regret. At that time, he might have stopped him. How could the world's number one martial arts force be able to compete with?

It’s a pity that a junior genius has fallen in China.

No wonder Nie Nantian thought so. After all, if Chu Yun succeeded, Wujiwei and the others would definitely return to New York. But now, not only Wujiwei has no intention of returning to support. Even New York is in peace, and there is no news about the demise of Hongmen.

These signs undoubtedly made Nie Nantian think that Chu Yun may have failed.

But Nie Nantian didn't know that Chu Yun deliberately suppressed the news of Zhao Wuji's death and prevented him from spreading, just to fear that Wuji Wei would flee immediately after he knew it.

This time, Chu Yun planned to completely erase all the minions and remaining strength of Hongmen.

boom!!

A loud bang came suddenly.

Outside Yanshan, Wujiwei's punch was like the last straw that crushed the camel. The entire Yanshan formation collapsed instantly, and with a loud bang, it was split into pieces. The white light turned into countless light spots and scattered everywhere.

Immediately, the sects scattered overseas in Hongmen rushed in under the leadership of Wujiwei.

These people were all left-behind people in Hongmen's branch. They were not very powerful at first, but for some reason, these people's eyes were filled with a strange blood light, as if they were controlled by others, with no life or death in their eyes, only killing.

Soon he collided with the Chinese warriors above Yanshan.

If Chu Yun was here, he would have found that the blood light in their eyes was so similar to the scene on Galle and DuPont on Wuji Mountain.

As the Hongmen sects poured into Yanshan like a tide, the only Wuji Guard under the sky also raised his footsteps and walked towards where Nie Nantian stood.

Without any nonsense, Wujiwei entered the field, shaking his hands into a fist, and then a fist force exploded. The terrifying wind swept towards Nie Nantian without reservation with its unparalleled fist power.

Nie Nantian jumped to hide, but the opponent's fist speed was extremely fast, so the God of War had to use a move to resist. Shengsheng and Wujiwei punched each other.

boom!

When the two fists collided, the terrifying energy swept out from the collision point, and the nearby Hongmen and Chinese warriors were actually shocked.

This also shows how terrible the confrontation between the peak powerful people is.

However, the two of them had not been stalemate for long. There was only a muffled sound, and a figure in white clothes fell into the ground like a cannonball. The rocks burst, and a huge pit under them appeared immediately. A mouthful of blood was sprayed out.

At this moment, the entire Chinese martial arts people suddenly looked sad, and there was even more despair in their pupils.

Their Chinese God of War is not the enemy of the other party’s one move?

Could it be that this time, the bonfire of the Chinese martial arts is really extinguished?

Yunshan couldn't help but clench his palms, feeling unwilling.

Du Zhong was even more sad, and there was inexplicable sadness in his old eyes.

"Nie Nantian, I didn't expect that our Hongmen defeated China. Now many years later, we have made a comeback, but you are no longer the generals of our unity?"

"This time, who else can save you China?"

When the entire Chinese martial arts were in depression, Wujiwei's sneer echoed throughout the sky.

"It is absolutely impossible to destroy our Chinese martial arts?"

Nie Nantian gritted his teeth, wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth, and tried hard to get up from the ruins.

The body covered with blood was like a spear, penetrated straight into the sky and the earth. Under the illumination of the afterglow of the sunset, it was so tragic.

Like a general who had been in war for a lifetime, standing on his last battlefield.

Then, Wujiwei and Nie Nantian fought again.

Nie Nantian's actions undoubtedly boosted the morale of Chinese martial arts people. Du Zhong Yunshan and others, who were originally desperate, also had red eyes, gritted their teeth, waved their broken swords, and rushed together with the people from Hongmen again.

The shouts outside were shocking the sky, the sound of swords and swords colliding, the screams of the wounded were intertwined with the bright red blood, surging the entire sky.

In the Yanshan Hall.

The Gun King and Sword Saint, who were originally recuperating from cross-legged, were also awakened by the noise outside.

The Sword Saint looked outside and said slowly: "Have you started fighting?"

At this time, Luo Feifei had not left yet, and was still watching the battle outside from afar in the hall. When he heard the voices of the Sword Saint and the others, Luo Feifei was shocked.

"Uncle Sword Saint, are you awake?"

"The teacher asked me to instruct you to heal your wounds here and not go out rashly."
Chapter completed!