Chapter 2107： Tan Yun, I beg you!

"No matter how strong the two of you are, I firmly believe that it will always be me, Tan Yun, who will live to the end!"

Tan Yun's heart was full of fighting spirit. Next, his actions made Huyan Yingfeng and Zhao Feiying and Zhangsun Hanfei who were slaughtering their fellow students to be angry.

But it was Tan Yun who beckoned and began to collect the ancestral rings in the ancient arena. There were tens of thousands of ancestral rings, and they flew into the ancestral rings between Tan Yun's fingers one after another.

After Tan Yun put away these ancestral rings, whenever Zhao Feiying and Changsun Han killed a fellow student, Tan Yun picked up an ancestral ring.

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After half an hour, the sweaty Changsun Han and Zhao Feiying slaughtered all the comrades who besieged them.

At this time, in the Hongmeng Tu Divine Sword Formation, apart from the seven princesses hiding in Fangsheng Hall, only Tan Yun, Huyan Yingfeng, Zhao Feiying, and Changsun Han were left.

"Ying'er, you rest first, I'll deal with him." Changsun Han said, "It's easy for me to kill him."

"Yeah." Zhao Feiying looked at Changsun Han affectionately and nodded.

Zhangsun Han took a step in the air, kissed Zhao Feiying lightly, and turned his head suddenly, pointing at Tan Yun, "You killed so many of my classmates, I'm not enough to kill you a hundred times!"

Facing the scolding, Tan Yun's eyes flashed a hint of slyness and viciousness, and secretly said: "I must be unexpected, at the cost of time-consuming reversal, kill Zhao Feiying, who is slightly weaker, and then go all out to deal with Changsun Han!"

"If I don't get rid of Zhao Feiying and be besieged by two people, I'm afraid I will really die today."

After making up his mind, Tan Yun looked at Changsun Han and said sternly, "Your Bliss Shenzong has only 3 billion people in total, but you brutally killed tens of billions of my subordinates!"

"For this account, I must let your entire Bliss Shenzong be buried with you!"

"Come on, let's fight to the death!"

Tan Yun roared, and when Zhao Feiying and Changsun Han thought that Tan Yun was going to be with him forever, what happened next made them stunned.

But it was Tan Yun who suddenly dismantled the Hongmeng Slaughtering Divine Sword Formation, as if it was too late to put away the eleven Hongmeng Divine Swords scattered around the ancient arena, he used the Hongmeng Divine Step, and quickly fled into the sea of ​​​​fire in the tunnel!

Huyan Yingfeng hurriedly shouted: "He knows that he is not your opponent, he wants to escape, hurry up and chase after me!"

"Whoosh!"

After Tan Yunfei entered the sea of ​​​​fire in the tunnel, holding the Hongmeng Slaying Sword, he desperately continued to volley to escape!

"Young Master, don't worry, he can't escape!"

Zhao Feiying, who was closest to the corridor, released a tidal wave of wind and the power of Emperor Lei Zu. The corners of her skirt danced, her blue silk was flying, and she held a divine sword. She took the lead and flew into the corridor, chasing after Tan Yun.

Changsun Han followed closely.

Zhao Feiying's speed was no slower than Changsun Han, and at least three times faster than Tan Yun.

In a duel between the strong, let alone three times faster, even if it is 30% faster, it will be a disaster for the slow!

Therefore, in Zhao Feiying's heart, killing Tan Yun was like taking something out of a bag at three times the speed.

Tan Yun, who pretended to run for his life frantically, shouted without looking back: "Stop chasing, you say, what will you do, you will let me go!"

"This girl doesn't want anything, I just want your life, let me die!" Zhao Feiying quickly caught up with Tan Yun, and the moment she appeared behind Tan Yun, she slashed down at Tan Yun's head with a sword.

"Push!"

Tan Yun screamed in horror, suddenly turned his head and couldn't dodge, and his arm was cut off in the blood splattering.

"Ah, my arm!"

Tan Yun screamed and turned around abruptly, swung his sword with his right hand, and slashed towards Zhao Feiying.

"Your speed is too slow, wanting to kill this girl is a dream!"

Zhao Feiying sneered, and after easily dodging a sword from Tan Yun, he spun his wrist, and a sword beam slashed down, cutting off Tan Yun's right hand holding the sword!

"Ying'er, keep the mouth alive, and then hand it over to the young master!" shouted Changsun Han, who was flying in the corridor behind.

At the same time, he wanted to remind Zhao Feiying to be careful and deceitful, but when he saw that Zhao Feiying completely suppressed Tan Yun based on his speed alone, he felt that he had looked down on Tan Yun before!

"Well." Zhao Feiying stared at Tan Yun, without looking back, her beautiful eyes were red, with tears in her eyes, she gritted her teeth and said, "You bastard, because you made me kill so many of my junior brothers and sisters!"

"I want you to die!"

"Push, puff, puff—"

The blood flashed, Zhao Feiying held the sword in Tan Yun's chest and stabbed dozens of swords in a row, each of which avoided the heart, but hit other organs.

"what!"

Tan Yun, who lost his arms, let out a painful wailing, and his seven orifices were bleeding, and he fell into the sea of ​​​​fire with a miserable appearance.

"Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" The Seventh Princess, who was watching through his divine sense, saw Tan Yun's tragic appearance and burst into tears, "Tan Yun, I'm sorry...I'm sorry...I hurt you. ."

Just when the seventh princess decided that Tan Yun was doomed, Tan Yun's weak voice sounded in her mind, "Don't cry, I'm fine, all this is under my control."

Hearing this, when the Seventh Princess was at a loss, the scene that happened to Tan Yun made her look shocked, she forgot everything, and even forgot to breathe!

Through her divine sense, Zhao Feiying saw that Tan Yun, who was seriously injured and lost both arms, fell into the sea of ​​​​fire in the tunnel, and said viciously: "First burn you alive and half to death, and then this girl will hand you over to the young master. deal with."

After speaking, she flew into the sea of ​​​​fire, turned her back to Tan Yun, looked at Changsun Han who flew towards her in the corridor, and said softly: "You don't have to come here, I'll take him later..."

Before Zhao Feiying could finish speaking, Changsun Han, who flew towards her, suddenly changed his face, his eyes almost protruded from his sockets, and he shouted hoarsely: "Ying'er be careful behind!"

In the roar, Changsun Han self-immolated the soul of the ancestral emperor, his eyes were cracked, the misty flames on his head were burning, and the speed increased sharply and flew towards Zhao Feiying!

But it was Tan Yun who performed a time reversal. After miraculously reappearing, the right hand and left arm that had been turned to ashes in the sea of ​​​​fire flew into the void.

At the same time, Tan Yun, who was seriously injured and fell into the sea of ​​​​fire, also appeared in the low sky, and in an instant, he recovered as before.

Looking at her beloved who flew towards her, Zhao Feiying had an ominous premonition, and she couldn't think about it. When she wanted to dodge, Tan Yun held the Hongmeng Slaying Sword and used the Hongmeng Divine Walk to appear in her. behind.

"Bitch, go to hell!"

Tan Yun's grinning voice sounded behind him, and before Zhao Feiying had time to dodge, she felt a cold sting on her back, and then a **** blade pierced out of her chest!

Tan Yun's sword hit Zhao Feiying's heart!

"no no!!"

Changsun Han, who was flying towards Zhao Feiying, was bleeding, and let out a desperate cry of grief.

He had a deep relationship with Zhao Feiying, and when he saw his beloved woman was about to lose her fragrance, he cried!

A stream of bright red blood spurted out from Zhao Feiying's red lips, her tears dripped down, and she said intermittently: "Don't...don't cry...I have spent 9.63 million years with you. Five months and ten days."

"I've never seen you cry, so I don't want you to cry."

"I'm sorry... I'm really sorry. I thought that after this experience was over, I would return to the family and beg my father to agree to our marriage, and then..."

Speaking of this, Zhao Feiying's tearful eyes showed deep yearning, and her voice became weaker, "Then...then, I will spread branches and leaves for your eldest grandson family, but...but I have no chance."

Listening to Zhao Feiying's words before his death, Tan Yun was a little moved, and there was a trace of unbearableness in his eyes with raging killing intent.

"I'm sorry, I can't accompany you to the end..." Zhao Feiying burst into tears, looked at Changsun Han reluctantly, and wept intermittently: "It's fate to be with you, and it's the most beautiful meeting."

"Although I'm gone, I will always... always be in your heart... right... right?"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, he kept nodding, "yes...yes...you will always be in my heart."

"Then I'll be content..." Before Zhao Feiying finished speaking, she lowered her head weakly with a satisfied smile.

"Tan Yun!" Changsun Han slammed into the corridor and knelt down heavily, "Please don't kill her, leave her ancestor's soul and ancestor's womb."

"I'm willing to use my life in exchange for her chance to be reborn... I beg you!" Changsun Han, who had set himself on fire with the soul of his ancestor, kept kowtowing to Tan Yun, his head was bleeding!