Chapter 1127 - Revenge Must Be Taken With His Own Hands (1/2)
Chapter 1127: Revenge Must Be Taken With His Own Hands
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Ye Chuchen was on the verge of collapsing Her heart had been devastated by the enor and drifting a Hanould no longer exist in this world
Ling Hanwu’s sword reht, blood all over its surface
Meng Chaoran slowly got to his feet His gaze landed on the sword and he stepped forward, pulling it out of the snow It seeered on the sword Without any warning, he suddenly let out a long and bitter howl Scalding tears streamed down his face as he shouted, “Hanwu! My brother! You and I shall fight on together!”
The howling of the as increasingly bitter and shrill, and the snow fell heavier and heavier!
In Meng Chaoran’s hand, Ling Hanwu’s sword glea Hanwu had declared previously —”If you want to kill theet past ue in Ye Di’s low voice
The men of the Ye Clan swar the sword in his other, Meng Chaoran charged toward the roar!
So what if the Ye Clan had countless experts?
So what if they couldn’t clear a path out?
It didn’t matter!
There was a kind of resolute firmness and a wild viciousness that had never been there before in Meng Chaoran’s gallant fory and this spirit of recklessness! It bore a shocking si the sword as effortlessly as the wind, he advanced several feet!
An enraged voice bellowed, “bastards! Why are you taking such a hesitant attitude against an unfilial woman who has betrayed her clan! If they are not taken down, I’ll have all of your heads!”
This co their deaths
The pressure on Meng Chaoran increased dra flurry of swords ca Chaoran sported the expression of one who had seen through life and death He murmured to himself, “I wish to live but others cannot tolerate my existence If I cannot survive, Hanwu, youfor your forgiveness on the way to hell! But I cannot beco…”
The swords ca down at him!
The sound of the wind ih the air — it was the Supreain! This strike was not intended to injure butChaoran let out a hearty laugh He swung to the side and faced the power of the Supreme Martial Artist’s palm strike and all the swords aimed at him head-on!
Ye Chuchen let out a horrified screa Chaoran’s arether…”
Meng Chaoran was dismayed at this turn of events! At the very last rab hold of Ye Chuchen and swiftly spun away fro attack The corners of his lips turned up as he said in a voice with nary a hint of emotion, “Silly woman, your man is not dead yet You can only die after me! This is my duty toward you!”
His body had only turned half-way but the swords and the power of the palm strike were already on him!
The Ye Clan never had the intention to kill hiinally wanted to, for peace ofChaoran would no doubt be a very useful pawn against him How could they bear to kill him?
And so they instinctively tried to restrain themselves!
The Supreme Martial Artist also hastily tried to retract the power that he had projected!
But once projected, how could it be retracted so easily?
He tried desperately to retract his power but only succeeded in retracting 60 to 70 of it The reversed counter-power from the retraction turned his face completely red in an instant His body swayed unsteadily and he coughed out a mouthful of blood
Bam!
The powerful impact of the palm strike, as heavy as theChaoran!
Loud cracks echoed in the air! Their bones were broken in several places and they coughed out blood, while their bodies were thrown out into the distance like broken ragdolls
“Useless trash!+” that low and sinister voice bellowed furiously, “Hurry and check if they are still alive!”
With a resounding thud, the two of the Hanwu
Ling Hanwu, dressed neatly in Meng Chaoran’s blue robes, laid on the ground quietly, his expression peaceful
The two of the to a stop Ye Chuchen had already passed out cold but a last bit of consciousness re Chaoran He had a bittersweet sether in the end… Haha, I’ve already charged so far out but I was still beaten back here next to you, my brother…”
The Ye ClanChaoran could only feel severe pain all over his entire body, as if his internal organs had disintegrated He knew that he had suffered fatal injuries but ah, still had one last breath left in hiht back to life only to beco s to hi Chaoran, to threaten hith, he flipped the sword in his hand and brutally stabbed hiht at this ures landed with a boo was up after all! All of you, stop what you’re doing!”
The other voice was filled with distress “Teacher!”
The sword had already stabbed two inches deep into Meng Chaoran’s heart Blood gushed out of his wound, but the moment he heard that voice, he suddenly halted histo see his face one last tied to the disciple whom he had devoted all his efforts of a lifetih fro Chaoran would also be able to identify which of his two disciples was the one who had coughed,Chaoranout of focus