Every night, Tang Hao closed his eyes and saw the scene of the man falling down.

It's like a videotape, played over and over again.

In fact, even if the God of War was not mentioned, Tang Hao had already regretted it.

They should not be indifferent.

They should be fighting with those people!

They should protect Ye Fan!

If you fight, maybe there will be a chance.

But now, there is no chance at all.

When Chu Yuan's injuries recover, when the Chu family regained their strength, and when Chu Yuan led the strong into Yanxia.

Without the God of War and Ye Fan, who else can stop them?

Just as the God of War said, in front of the powerful Truman, Yanxia martial arts has no future.

Tang Hao's sigh undoubtedly became the last straw that overwhelmed the camel.

The last hint of hope in the sword saint's eyes immediately dimmed.

Then, his body trembled, his blood was red, and he vomited all over the ground.

Hit the ground with a bang!

"Sword Saint!"

"Uncle Xiao!"

....

"Quick, carry it in!"

"Save people quickly!"

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The news that the God of War withdrew from the Temple of Martial God was like an ocean storm and soon spread throughout the martial arts world.

For a moment, the whole world shook!

Yanxia martial arts is even more sad!

It rained all night long.

Under such blows, Yanxia Martial Arts fell into an unprecedented underestimation.

Jiangbei, Annan, Xijiang...

The martial arts worlds in all provinces were depressed.

It’s like the west mountain at dusk!

And in the whole world, I am amazed that Yanxia martial arts will be at a slump.

The extreme north, the icebergs and snow.

The world is all white.

Birds fly across thousands of mountains, and people die in thousands of paths!
Chapter completed!