However, Wan Huatong did not catch the knife.
It's not because he doesn't want to answer.
It’s not because he doesn’t need it.
In fact, at the same time that Mu Tiehan threw out his dagger, Chen Yun also threw out a flying knife.
Wan Huatong heard Mu Tiehan's voice and became careless, so she turned to look at Mu Tiehan.
A showdown between masters.
It is often the details that determine success or failure.
As soon as he turned his head, in that instant, he found himself in a dead end.
The flying knife pierced the heart.
The evil energy of the weather instantly corroded every bit of his flesh and blood.
Just a few blinks of an eye.
Wan Huatong's whole body turned black and blue, and then he fell to the ground with his eyes wide open.
He died with his eyes open.
From beginning to end, his duel with Chen Yun didn't even last three moves.
That is to say.
Chen Yun only used two moves to kill this famous master of Qingyu Sect.
The people watching off the court were also very surprised.
This is too sudden.
The main thing is that Wan Huatong's death was too miserable and too simple.
Generally speaking, no matter what, they all believed that in the duel between Wan Huatong and Chen Yun, either Wan Huatong would have the upper hand, or the two would have to fight for hundreds of rounds before the winner could be determined.
But now, Wan Huatong died just like that.
At this moment, Mu Tiehan was the most frightened.
Wan Huatong is his confidant and also a good brother who has followed him for many years. He knows Wan Huatong's strength very well. He is a powerful man who is only half a step away from the ninth level.
Even if he fought with Wan Huatong personally, he would not be able to defeat Wan Huatong in just two moves.
However, now, Chen Yun killed Wan Huatong with just two moves.
"Chen Yun, how dare you kill Wan Huatong?!"
Mu Tiehan yelled loudly, his eyes almost torn apart.
"He was the first to say that the fight would end until one of us dies. If I didn't kill him, he would kill me too."
Chen Yun said calmly.
Then, he looked at the others and said calmly, "Everyone, you all heard it before. It was Hall Master Wan Huatong who told me first that he would fight me to the death. There's no reason for me to kill him now. On the contrary, I'm in the wrong. Isn't that right?"
After a pause, Chen Yun looked at Mu Tiehan again, smiled gently, and said, "Why? Elder Mu Tiehan, can't you afford to lose? Or do you want to fight me again?"
"If you want to fight me, I'll accept it now." Chen Yun said slowly and softly, "I believe that with Elder Mu Tiehan's strength, he wouldn't be afraid to accept the fight."
Mu Tiehan was so angry that his whole face was shaking. He raised his hand, pointed at Chen Yun and cursed, "Okay! Since you are so arrogant, I will have to teach you a lesson today!"
At this time, Sect Master Duan Qingxuan stepped forward to act as a peacemaker. He stepped forward, waved his hand, and said with a hearty laugh, "Mu Tiehan, and Chen Yun, both of you should calm down now. You are both masters of our Qingyu Sect. If you fight, you will hurt our sect's vitality!"
In fact, at this moment, it was a bit inappropriate for Duan Qingxuan to speak with a smile.
Because Wan Huatong who died before was also a master of Qingyu Sect.
As the leader of the sect, now the hall master is dead.
No matter what, you shouldn't laugh, because it will chill other people's hearts.
"Master, are you so happy that Wan Huatong is dead?"
Mu Tiehan snorted coldly and said angrily.
"No, Elder Mu, why do you say that? Why am I so happy?"
Duan Qingxuan asked Mu Tiehan with a smile on his face.
"You're just laughing right now."
"I just don't want you and Chen Yun to clash again. I can't keep a straight face while I'm trying to persuade you two, right? Tiehan, please don't be so suspicious!"
Duan Qingxuan's expression was calm, and he spoke slowly and calmly.
Mu Tiehan knew very well that if the situation of Qingyu Sect was not rather special, Duan Qingxuan would probably wish him dead.
Wan Huatong, a capable general on his side, has now been killed by Chen Yun.
How could Duan Qingxuan not be happy?
But on second thought.
Now is definitely not the time to fight with Chen Yun.
Although Duan Qingxuan didn't think that he would be in trouble if he fought with Chen Yun.
"Chen Yun, remember, you will pay the price for your rudeness today!"
Mu Tiehan waved his hand and left.
As soon as he left, most of the people followed him.
Elder Song then called over a few ordinary disciples and said, "Go and carry Hall Master Wan's body back and bury him properly."
Generally speaking, if the hall master is dead and has a corpse.
A small funeral ceremony will also be held within the gang.
But at the moment, Duan Qingxuan obviously had no intention of doing so.
Wan Huatong's master, Mu Tiehan, didn't even care about his body and just walked away.
Poor Wan Huatong, he was considered a powerful man of his generation, but ended up like this.
Elder Song couldn't help but sigh.
To be honest, if Elder Song and Wan Huatong were to fight, Elder Song would not be sure of winning. After all, Wan Huatong's martial arts were indeed very vicious.
Chen Yun is still more powerful than I thought.
Elder Song glanced at Chen Yun not far away and thought to himself that he had really found a treasure for the Qingyu Sect.
But if used improperly.
This treasure is likely to turn into poison.
Chen Yun was young and arrogant, and he didn't obey discipline. It seemed that he had never had a master before, so he must have figured his way to where he is today.
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