It was as if the sun in my heart had set forever.

Then, that stunningly soft body fell into the wind and snow.

"Mucheng~"

"Miss Qiu~"

"Mrs. Chu!"

.....

"Quickly, someone comes and takes me to the hospital!"

"Hurry~"

.....

There was chaos on the bank of Dongchang Lake.

It wasn't until Qiu Mucheng was sent away that some peace was restored here.

However, who knows the despair and sorrow felt by everyone in Jiangdong at this moment.

"Mr. Chu, did he really perish... perish like this?"

Li Er and other people in Jiangdong were filled with sorrow and were stunned and speechless.

"Hey~"

"What a pity."

"In the end, I fell under Wangyuehe's sword."

"Our Chinese martial arts is missing a pillar of talent."

The martial arts people in other provinces and cities shook their heads and sighed, feeling only regretful.

Only Chu Wenfei was smiling happily there.

But He Yurou didn't know why, her eye circles suddenly turned red.

She even asked more, even though she and Mark were strangers to each other: "Uncle Chen, is Mr. Chu really dead?"

Chen Ao remained silent.

But his silence undoubtedly gave He Yurou the answer.

Just now, everyone saw with their own eyes that Ye Fan was struck by Wangyuehe's sword energy.

It's impossible for anyone to survive an attack of that level.

"No."

"He won't die."

"Brother Xiaofan will not die."

Above the center of the lake, Xu Lei's eyes were red and she kept shouting, her tears just falling like rain.

Even though she clearly saw Wangyuehe's attack, it fell on Ye Fan without any reservation.

However, Xu Lei still didn't want to believe that his brother Xiaofan left him like this.

Ignoring Xu Lei's miserable cry, after dealing with Ye Fan, Wang Yuehe was ready to leave.

"Now that Ye Fan is dead, this is the end of the matter."

"Let's go, it's time for us to get down to business."

"Yes." Suzumiya Yingyue nodded respectfully.

Then, the master and apprentice turned around, facing the wind and snow, and prepared to leave.

However, who would have thought that at this moment, a sneer came out quietly like a ghost.

"Wangyue River is not over yet, why bother leaving in such a hurry?"

What?

Hearing this sound, Wangyuehe trembled all over.

Then he turned around suddenly, his eyes almost jumping out of his head, staring straight ahead.

Suzumiya Yingyue was equally horrified, with a crazy thought sweeping through her heart.

"Could it be..."

Wow~

Sure enough, the next moment, there was only a thunder on the ground.

The originally calm surface of Dongchang Lake suddenly exploded.

Thousands of tons of lake water gush out.

The stormy waves swept across the sky.

And in the boundless water curtain, the figure of a thin young man quietly emerged from the bottom of Dongchang Lake facing the Tianhe River, riding on the wind and snow.

The sky and the river stand in front of you, and the wind and snow are falling behind you.

In the water curtain that fills the sky, the young man stands with a smile on his face, looking in front of him calmly, like a monarch, looking down at the world.

In the deep pupils, there is a majesty and pride that dominates the world!

Dead silence, dead silence.

The whole hall was filled with silence.

Everyone was stunned on the spot, looking at the young man in front of them in disbelief.

The master and apprentice of Wangyuehe even had their pupils shriveled, and their eyes were about to burst.

Especially Wang Yuehe, one of his eyes almost burst open!

"You...you..."

"How is this possible?"

"This is impossible!"

"How can you, a junior like you, not die under my Qingmu Sword Technique???"
Chapter completed!