No one knows how severe the pain of being cut through the throat should be.

However, compared with the severe pain on his body, the old man showed more shock in his heart.

At the last moment of his life, the old man in gray robe was still full of horror, almost using his last power to ask the biggest doubt in his heart.

"You...you are..."

"Chu...Chu Tianfan?"

The old man quietly rang out with a horror and hoarse voice.

Ye Fan stood with his hands behind his back and looked over with indifferent eyes.

He only replied to him: "Congratulations, you answered correctly."

Bang!

As Ye Fan's words fell, the old man's head fell immediately.

Until before his death, the old man from Truman actually guessed the identity of the man in front of him.

I guess he didn't understand until his death.

Why, dead people will appear again?

And he met him.

As the old man's body fell to the ground, the world here finally returned to silence.

The yellow leaf was also dyed red because it was stained with blood.

"Let's go, Lei'er. I'll take you back to Genting Mountain."

Ye Fan was as calm as usual.

To him, killing people was already as simple as eating and drinking water.

After dealing with the old man, Ye Fan rushed back to Yunding Mountain.

"But the car broke down, how can we go?" Xu Lei said helplessly.

"Silly girl, have you forgotten that your brother Xiaofan will fly?"

Ye Fan shook his head and smiled, then picked her up directly in Xu Lei's shy eyes and walked towards the end of the Tianhe River.

On the way to Yunding Mountain, Xu Lei told Ye Fan everything he knew.

"Have the Truman's army arrived in Jiangdong for so long?"

"It seems that the Yanshan Martial God Temple has been completely destroyed."

Listening to Xu Lei’s story, Ye Fan’s heavy feeling in his heart became more and more intense.

Not only are they worried about Jiangdong, but also about the Temple of the Martial God.

Although, the Sword Saint and the others failed Ye Fan back then.

However, there are not only Sword Saint and King of Fighters in the Temple of War.

There is also Master Haotian and God of War.

After years of war, Ye Fan and these people have formed a considerable friendship.

Have they all fallen?

An invisible sadness began to sweep from Ye Fan's heart.

"Ye Fan, I just heard of it, and it may be fake."

"That's right, Grandmaster Haotian has fallen."

Xu Lei whispered.

She clearly felt that Ye Fan's body suddenly trembled.

"Then, what about the others?" Ye Fan asked in a deep voice.

Xu Lei shook her head: "I don't know either. I only know that the Temple of the Martial Gods was broken, Yanshan fell, and Grandmaster Haotian exploded and died."

"I don't know much about the news after that."

silence.

A long silence.

Unexpectedly, what Ye Fan was most worried about happened.

In fact, he had already made some preparations.

Truman came out in full swing this time.

Of course, Chu Tianqi took the monster to Japan.

But what about Chu Yuan and Tang Yun?

Both of them must have come to Yanxia!

With such a lineup, the Temple of War cannot stop it.

Falling is inevitable.

Even Ye Fan estimated that the war god Ye Qingtian was most likely to have fallen.

He had a deep friendship with Ye Qingtian, and Ye Fan knew the nature of the God of War.

That is a person who regards the glory of the country and is extremely important to see.

With Ye Qingtian's character, the Temple of War is there, and he is there.

The Temple of War God collapsed, and he probably disappeared.

"Chu Yuan!"

"Trumen!"

Thinking of this, the chill deep in Ye Fan's eyebrows and eyes suddenly became even stronger.

He clenched his palms tightly, and a stern light shot out from his pupils.

The murderous intent deep in my heart is undoubtedly becoming more and more intense.

"Ye Fan, Ye Fan!"

When Ye Fan's murderous intent was boiling, Xu Lei seemed to have noticed something and suddenly became nervous.

"Ye Fan, look down below."

"There is a black shadow chasing us."

"Will that be Truman's killer?"

Xu Lei said in panic.

Ye Fan looked down, but shook his head: "Don't worry, that's not Truman's killer, but the one who helped us kill Truman."

Rumble!

As soon as Ye Fan finished his words, a deafening roar came from the airspace in the distance.

Ye Fan glanced at it and frowned immediately.

"This movement was heard from Yunding Mountain!"

"It seems that the Yunzhou Formation can't hold on anymore."

"Leier, hold me tight, we must hurry over."

Ye Fan felt the movement ahead, and his anxiety suddenly became rich.

He finally failed to catch up with the destruction of the Temple of War.

This time, he can't go too late.

"good!"

Xu Lei focused his head heavily, then hugged Ye Fan's arm, tightening even tighter.

Whoosh!

The next moment, Ye Fan accelerated instantly.

The speed is so fast that it is born on this void and transforms into a stream of light.

Like a long sword that pierces the sky, it flew straight to the end of the Tianhe River!

"Wang!Wang!Wang!"

There was a barking dog from the wilderness below.

After looking carefully, I found that there was a black dog on this land, stretching his tongue and running wildly.

This black dog is not another dog, it is the one that Ye Fan brought out from the old Chu house.

Originally, Ye Fan was walking with it.
To be continued...