When the palms of the three people were tightly clasped together, it seemed as if the years were passing by and time and space changed, and the scene of that year appeared in front of us again.

"I'm a god of war,"

"Sword Saint..."

"King of Fighters"

......

"I wish to take the world as my responsibility!"

"Do your whole life to protect the Chinese martial arts and the people of China."

"Set up your mind for heaven and earth, establish your destiny for the living and the people, inherit your unique knowledge for the past sages, and bring peace to the ages!"

.....

"Don't hesitate to die!"

On the top of Yanshan Mountain, the wind is fierce and the plants are flying.

The bloody setting sun shines endlessly.

But under the reflection of the sunset, the figures of the three people were so tall.

The sun shone on the three of them, but for some reason, it was now full of tragic colors.

The three of them walked together, and as their steps raised, their momentum also rose rapidly. In just a moment, the terrifying energy swept across the three of them. The majesty of the titled Grandmaster was undoubtedly completely revealed at this time.

The entire Chinese martial arts people were stunned, everyone was filled with tears. Looking at the three people fighting for Chinese martial arts in front of them, there was an inexplicable touch in their hearts, surging like a tide, making people unable to bear to cry.

"Hmph, at its peak, you can't stand against me."

"Now, I dare to face the challenge with my wounded body?"

"It's really a search for death!"

Wujiwei smiled coldly, but there was a vicious blood light in his cold eyes, flashing by. Then there was no longer any hesitation, and the surging energy suddenly exploded, turning his hands into claws, and a powerful attack immediately swept over Nie Nantian and the other two.

"Tear the Sky Claw!"

The sound exploded and the void trembled.

The battle between the highest martial arts in China and Wujiwei started at once.

The whole world suddenly boiled violently like boiling water.

The deafening sound of the collision of energy immediately swept across the world.

Yunshan Du Zhong and the others were gritting their teeth at this moment and fighting with the people from Hongmen.

"Go to death, bastard!"

"I want to destroy my Chinese martial arts, go to dream?"

"My great China is immortal!"

Many people are roaring, and many people are killing the enemy in blood.

The entire Yanshan Mountain just became a few huge meat grinders in an instant.

One by one, one by one, one by one, fell down. Those heads of the family who once had a respectable status and powerful martial arts powerhouses who were dominating the country were just like grass, and would die almost the next moment.

As for the battle situation at the level of title masters, it is even more tragic.

Almost every collision is strongly crushed by Wujiwei against the God of War and the other three.

When each punch fell, the Sword Saint and the other three spit out a mouthful of blood and smashed it into the earth.

In just a moment, the Sword Saint and the others were beaten to the point of being bloody and extremely embarrassed. But they still did not give up. Every time they fell to the ground, they would immediately grit their teeth and stand up, and then rushed to the Wuji Guard in front again.

Even if they try their best, they will never let Hongmen trample on the holy mountain of martial arts in China.

When the Eight-Nation Alliance invaded the capital of China, it was the eternal humiliation and pain of the Chinese people.

Now, how can the God of War and others let the humiliation repeat itself?

"teacher...."

"Wuwuwuwu..." However, outside the Yanshan Hall, looking at the bloody war god Nie Nantian who was beaten, Luo Feifei was already crying. Tears were flowing down uncontrollably.

"Father!" He Mingyu, who was seriously injured, looked at the bloody Gun King and others, and also growled unwillingly.

"God of War..." Yunshan, Du Zhong and others were also covered in bruises and were stabbed on the ground by the people from Hongmen. They lay there, looking up at the God of War Sword Saint and others who were like moths flying into the fire. However, they couldn't help but burst into tears on their faces.

Is China really going to end?

Could it be that their Chinese martial arts were finally destroyed under the iron hooves of Hongmen?

Is the humiliation that was once invaded by the great powers going to be staged again now?

At this moment, the entire Chinese martial arts people were filled with wailing and despair.

That kind of rich sadness surging through the world like a tide.

This day is undoubtedly the most miserable day in Chinese martial arts.

This moment is undoubtedly the last moment of life and death in Chinese martial arts.

"Chu Yun, come back soon..."

“Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

"Chu Yun, come back..."

When the entire Chinese martial arts people were in despair, Luo Feifei was sad and crying in front of Yanshan Hall.

Her delicate body fell to the ground, and her pretty face was filled with deep sadness.

She looked up into the distance, and she cried loudly.

How she hoped that the boy would appear again and turn the tide.

Although the God of War told her that Chu Yun might have died, he might never return, and he might have fallen in Hongmen, New York.

But she believed that her teenager would definitely come back, she would definitely not let herself fall into danger, and she would not ignore the life and death of Chinese martial arts.

Luo Feifei's voice was very loud, and it almost spread throughout Yanshan along the sound of the wind.

But when they heard Chu Yun's name, almost everyone shook their heads unconsciously.

They almost have the same idea as the God of War Nie Nantian.

Chu Yun will not be back.

He probably has fallen under Zhao Wuji.

Just as Nie Nantian thought, if Chu Yun succeeded, Wujiwei would definitely return to Hongmen headquarters. How could he still fight outside?

This undoubtedly proves that Chu Yun is afraid that he will never return to Hongmen again.

With the lesson learned from the last time, almost no one doubted that this time, Zhao Wuji would definitely kill Chu Yun with his own hands and would not give him any chance to live.
Chapter completed!