Heaven Defying Supreme

Chapter 632 Hehe has personality

"I'll tell you later." Tan Yun said, putting his arms around Nangong Yuqin's waist, and said: "Nine years ago, when we tried together in the Eternal Land, didn't I not leave the Eternal Land? "

"During the three years I stayed in the Eternal Land, I entered the depths of the God Burial Abyss and saw the Great Desolation Sword."

"At the beginning, you and I were enemies, and I didn't take the Excalibur away. If I have a chance in the future, I will take you into the God Burial Abyss again, and let you meet the Great Desolate God Lord. Then, I will help you put the Prehistoric Excalibur on its bones." Take it off, and only when you get the Great Desolate Sword can you truly display the power of the Great Desolate Sword Art."

Hearing this, Nangong Yuqin was overwhelmed with excitement, "Tan Yun, who is the God Lord?"

Tan Yun said melancholy: "In ancient times, the first battle of the gods was led by two gods of justice."

"One is the barbaric God Lord, and the other is the Great Desolation God Master, and the Great Desolation Sword Art you practiced is exactly the technique that the Great Desolation God Master used to shake the heavens and gods in the past."

"This exercise is extremely powerful, you must not, give the exercise to anyone else, do you remember?"

Nangong Yuqin nodded, "Well, I remember."

Nangong Yuqin's beautiful eyes showed fascination, "Tan Yun, when I was in a decisive battle with you, I found that you can fly in the air in this sword formation. Can you let me feel the feeling of flying in the air?"

As he said that, Nangong Yuqin stretched out his jade hand, Tan Yun smiled brightly, and led Nangong Yuqin into the air, flying at extreme speed in the chaotic void.

"Tan Yun, I'm so happy!" Nangong Yuqin, who was soaring in the sky, was very happy.

"I'm happy too..."

"..."

In the Hongmeng Tu Shenjian formation, the laughter lasted for half an hour before it quieted down.

"Whoosh!"

Tan Yun hugged Nangong Yuqin and swept down the void, his starry eyes revealed deep pity and love, "Yuqin, your heart disease can be temporarily suppressed after you are promoted to the Soul Realm."

"After you have been promoted to the Soul Realm, you still have 30 years to live. After the trial is over, I will refine a elixir for you to save you."

"Before I refine the elixir, you must promise me that you will not take any elixir for heart disease. Although these elixirs can relieve your pain, they will also aggravate your condition."

"During this period, you can only endure the pain, there is no other way." Tan Yun hugged Nangong Yuqin tightly, tears moistened his eyes, "I love you so much, I really want to bear this broken heart for you the pain."

"Tan Yun, don't be sad, otherwise, I will be sad too." Nangong Yuqin's eyes were blurred with tears, "This pain is nothing, as long as I can be with you in the future, I can bear any pain."

The two embraced tightly and did not let go for a long time.

"Yuqin, I can tell from Zhuge Yu's mouth that if I want to marry you, your father and mother will definitely not agree." Tan Yunju said loudly: "But don't worry, I will marry you one day."

"Well, I'll wait for you..." When Nangong Yuqin spoke in a trembling voice, her tears dripped down on Tan Yun's shoulders.

She was terrified in her heart, she worried that she would never wait until the day Tan Yun would marry her, and her father would regard her as a victim of the marriage between the Holy Dynasty and the Eternal Immortal Sect and marry Ru Yanchen.

Nangong Yuqin left Tan Yun's embrace, stared at Tan Yun with hazy tears, and said softly: "Tan Yun, you have to promise me that you will marry me as soon as possible, okay?"

"En!" Tan Yun nodded heavily, "When I have enough strength, the first thing I will do is to propose marriage to your father and mother."

"The second thing is to kill the person who erased your memory!"

"You are so kind, I really want to never be separated from you." Nangong Yuqin closed her eyes, stood on tiptoe, "Kiss...kiss me."

...

In the blink of an eye, another half an hour passed.

On the ascending platform, the disciples of the Immortal Soul Palace were in an uproar:

"What's the situation? It's been more than an hour, how come the saint and Tan Yun haven't decided the winner?"

"Yeah! I have to say that Tan Yun is really strong, and he has survived in the hands of the saint until now!"

"Everyone, don't be impatient, just wait! The one who survives in the end must be our saint!"

"..."

At this moment, the heart of Tantai Xuanzhong in the pavilion also hangs. He longed for Tan Yun to win!

He was worried that Tan Yun would arrive early!

"Look quickly, everyone! The sword array is broken!" At this moment, a cry of surprise resounded from the crowd.

Everyone looked up, but when the barrier that blocked their vision collapsed, a figure sprayed blood, flew upside down in the air, and fell to the audience with a loud noise!

Who else could it be if it wasn't Tan Yun?

"puff!"

Tan Yun fell to the ground, his face was pale, and a mouthful of blood spewed out of his mouth.

Was Tan Yun injured by Nangong Yuqin? No, of course not!

He did this himself for no other reason, he just wanted Nangong Yuqin to win and not be punished by Zhuge Yu.

As for the third round, Tan Yun believed that Zhong Wu Shiyao could defeat He Chaoyang from Immortal Soul Palace.

"Tan Yun!"

"Brother-in-law!"

Mu Mengyu, Zhongwu Shiyao, and Xue Ziyan came to Tan Yun in a flash, and the three women were very worried.

"Whoosh!"

On the pavilion, Tantai Xuanzhong and Shen Subing disappeared together, and then appeared in front of Tan Yun.

When Shen Subing was about to help Tan Yun, Tan Yun was helped up by Zhong Wu Shiyao.

"Sovereign master, chief, disciple is fine, just suffered some internal injuries." Tan Yun bowed to Tantai Xuanzhong and Shen Subing and said, "I'm sorry for disappointing you."

"It's okay, winning or losing is a common matter in military affairs, as long as you are alive!" Tantai Xuanzhong was relieved to see that Tan Yun was fine.

"Tan Yun, the suzerain is right." Shen Subing said softly: "This is a draw, and there is one more round to be won or lost. I believe Shiyao will win."

"En." Tan Yun nodded, and when he was talking to a few people, the five million Immortal Soul Immortal Palace disciples looked up in admiration, and Nangong Yuqin, who was bleeding from his right arm on the high platform, uttered a tidal wave of excitement:

"Hahahaha, great! Our saint won!"

"I'll just say it! Our saint is a rare genius in my palace, how could she lose to a mere Tan Yun!"

"That's natural, but the only fly in the ointment is that the saint didn't kill Tan Yun..."

"..."

On the high platform, Nangong Yuqin ignored everyone's evaluation of her admiration, her eyes looked down on Tan Yun seemingly coldly, but in fact, her heart was full of sweetness and happiness.

Because just now, in order to let Tan Yun win, she cut her right arm with a sword and was about to pretend to be in Tan Yun's hands to escape from death. After Tan Yun pulled her back to the center of the high platform, Tan Yun slapped her. Hitting his chest, spraying blood from his mouth, he looked as if he had been knocked off a high platform by her.

"Whoosh!"

At this time, a figure swept up the high platform and turned into Ru Yanchen. When he stepped forward to help Nangong Yuqin, Nangong Yuqin left the sentence "I'm fine", and then slid down the high platform as cold as ice!

"Have a personality, hehe, have a personality!" Ru Yanchen sneered in her heart: "It won't be long, after I marry you, let's see how I train you!"