When the palms of the three people were tightly clasped together, it seemed that time and space had changed, and the scene of the year appeared in front of me again.

"I'm the god of war,"

"Juggernaut..."

"The King of Fighters"

......

"I am willing to take the world as my own responsibility!"

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

"Establish a heart for heaven and earth, establish a life for the people, continue to learn for the saints, and open peace for all generations!"

.....

"Death at all costs!"

At the top of Yan Mountain, the wind is cold, and the grass and trees are flying.

The bloody remnant sun sprinkled endless brilliance.

And under the reflection of the setting sun, the figures of the three people are so tall.

The sun shone on the three of them, and for some reason, it was tinged with a touch of tragedy at the moment.

The three of them walked together, and as the footsteps lifted, the momentum of the three of them also rose rapidly, and in just an instant, the terrifying energy swept through the three people's bodies. The majesty of the Title Grandmaster was undoubtedly completely revealed at this time.

The entire Huaxia Martial Arts people were stunned, everyone was full of tears, looking at the three people in front of them who were fighting for the Huaxia Martial Dao, but there was an inexplicable touch in their hearts, surging like a tide, which made people cry.

"Well, in your heyday, none of you can be against me. ”

"Now that you have a wounded body, you dare to fight?"

"It's really looking for death!"

Wujiwei smiled coldly, but there was a ruthless blood in those cold eyes, which flashed in a flash. Then, without the slightest hesitation, the surging energy suddenly exploded, bending his hands into claws, and a powerful attack immediately swept towards Nie Nantian and the others.

"Tear the Claw!"

The sound exploded, and the void trembled.

The supreme martial arts in China, the battle with Wujiwei, but it was a matter of touch.

The whole world suddenly boiled violently like boiling water.

The deafening sound of energy colliding suddenly swept all directions.

Yunshan Du Zhong They were also gritting their teeth at the moment, fighting with the people of Hongmen.

"Die, bastard!"

"If you want to destroy my Huaxia Martial Dao, can you dream about it?"

"I am immortal!"

A lot of people are roaring, and a lot of people are killing the enemy in blood.

The entire Yanshan Mountain has only become a few huge meat grinders in an instant.

One by one, one by one, one by one, fell. Those who used to be the heads of the family, the martial arts powerhouses who dominated the party, were just grass mustard at this time, and they would die almost in the next moment.

As for the battle situation at the Title Grandmaster level, it was even more tragic.

Almost every time there was a collision, it was Wujiwei against the god of war and the three of them were strongly crushed.

With each punch dropping, the three of them spat out a mouthful of blood and smashed it into the ground.

In just a moment, the Sword Saint and the others were already blurred by the beaten flesh and blood, and they were extremely embarrassed. But they still didn't give up, and every time they fell to the ground, they would immediately grit their teeth and stand up, and then rush to kill the Wuji Wei in front of them again.

Even if they tried their best to the last bit of strength, they would never be able to let Hongmen trample on the martial arts holy mountain in Huaxia.

The invasion of the Chinese capital by the Eight-Nation Coalition was an eternal humiliation and pain for the Chinese people.

Now, the god of war, how can they let the humiliation repeat again?

"Teacher...."

However, outside the Yanshan Palace, looking at the beaten bloody God of War Nie Nantian, Luo Feifei was already crying. Tears flowed uncontrollably.

"Father!" He Mingyu, who was seriously injured, looked at the Gun King and the others who were covered in blood, and roared unwillingly.

"God of War..."Yun Shan, Du Zhong and others were also covered in bruises, and they were kicked to the ground by the people of Hongmen, they were lying there, looking up at the God of War Sword Saint and others who were like moths to the fire, and above their old faces, they couldn't help but cry.

Could it be that Huaxia is really going to be over?

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

Is the humiliation of being invaded by the great powers going to be repeated?

At this moment, the entire Huaxia martial arts people were in mourning and despair.

That kind of rich sadness, like a tide, surging over this world.

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

This moment is undoubtedly the last moment of the life and death of Huaxia Martial Dao.

"Chu Yun, come back soon..."

"Woooooo

"Chu Yun, you're back..."

When the entire Huaxia martial arts people were in despair, in front of the Yanshan Hall, Luo Feifei was sad and tearful, crying on her back.

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

She looked up into the distance, and she cried out loud.

How she hoped that the boy could reappear and turn the tide.

Although the god of war told her that Chu Yun might be dead, he might never go back, and he might have fallen in Hongmen, New York.

But she believes that her young man, she will definitely come back, she will definitely not let herself be in danger, and she will not ignore the life and death of Huaxia martial arts.

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

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

They almost had the same idea as Nie Nantian, the god of war.

It's impossible for Chu Yun to come back.

He probably fell under Zao Wou-Ki.

Just like Nie Nantian thought, if Chu Yun succeeded, Wuji Wei would inevitably return to the Hongmen headquarters, how could he still fight outside?

This point undoubtedly proves that Chu Yun is going to Hongmen, and I am afraid that he will never return.

With the lesson of the last time, almost no one doubted that this time, Zhao Wuji would definitely kill Chu Yun with his own hands and would not let him have any chance to live again.

"Hey..."

"Mr. Jiangdong Chu, Yanjing King Chu Yunyang, the first Chu Demon King on the blood list...."

All of this is destined to become a legend. ”

Yun Shan let out a long sigh.

He once believed that Chu Yun was the dragon of Huaxia Martial Dao, and he represented the future of Huaxia Martial Dao.

Now that Chu Yun has fallen, Huaxia Martial Dao has suffered a catastrophe of annihilation.

Perhaps, this is the fate of Chu Yun and their Huaxia Martial Dao.

If Chu Yun is here, Huaxia Martial Arts will be there.

Chu Yun is dead, and Huaxia Martial Arts will also perish after all?

"It's over, stupid Huaxia!"

At this time, after beating the three of the God of War again, Wujiwei's death-like voice suddenly echoed throughout Wuji Mountain. Then, a terrifying attack suddenly brewed.

Everyone was in despair, they knew that the next moment the claws of death would seize them all.

"Qianqian, I'm sorry, I hope you live well in the United States, and take the first step for your father. Yun Shan smiled softly, and there was a crystal flow in the corner of his eye.

"Has this moment finally arrived?" Du Zhong sighed, shook his head slightly, and then closed his eyes in despair.

Almost everyone gave up resistance at this moment.

In the face of absolute strength, the weak can only wait for death in despair.

"Chu Yun, you bastard, you're back..."

"Woooooo

Everyone has given up, but only Luo Feifei is still stubbornly crying.

She believed that he would come, and he would come.

Like before, maybe he was late, but he was never absent.

"He'll come, he will!"

Luo Feifei's face was full of tears, but the cry in her heart became stronger and stronger, until finally, it swept through her body and occupied her entire heart.

Finally, at the moment when Luo Feifei's cry fell, when everyone was already desperate and waiting for death, when the God of War Sword Saint and others fell in the ruins and were unable to stand up again, the powerful move of the Infinite Guard was about to fall.

Just listen to the stab!

In the distance, the world seemed to have opened a gap. A ray of blue light, like a green light snake tearing the sky.

He streaked across the sky, he pierced the sky.

He carries endless majesty, he carries the divine might of destroying the world.

He descended from heaven like the Lord of the Nine Heavens.

"That's... That's..."

"Chu Demon King!"

"No. 1 on the blood list, Chu Demon King!"

Many people are crazy, who would have thought that the Demon King of Chu really didn't die.

He's back, he's coming back from Hongmen.

He killed back to Huaxia! He killed Yanshan!

Everyone went crazy, it was a surprise, it was a tear, it was a touch.

And when everyone was shocked, at the top of the Nine Heavens, endless power was surging, and boundless energy was surging.

At the moment when the green mang appeared, a majestic and distant voice suddenly resounded in all directions.

"Heavenly Thirteen Styles"

"The first style, stepping on the stars!"

I saw a young man's figure, which suddenly flashed. In an instant, he rushed to the front of Wujiwei.

He stomped into the sky, cracking his leg to the ground, and then stomped down, kicking Wujiwei in the chest with a fierce kick.

Boom!

There was a bang, the ribs were broken, and the blood was racing.

In the shocked eyes of everyone, the almost invincible Wuji Guard, who was powerful in the eyes of everyone, quickly sunken his entire chest at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Crimson blood spurted out a scarlet patch.

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