C61 (2/2)
Zhao Chongli flew out of the collapsed thatched cottage and missed the target. He stretched out his arms as layers of Zhen Qi surrounded his body, and both of his arms held up the sky. True energy immediately spiraled downwards, forming a nine foot long sharp blade that hacked towards Ye Mo Han's head. During the process of vaporizing weapons, Ye Mo had seen that the most powerful one was Chi Feng, followed by Zhao Binglong. However, when Zhao Chongli used it at this moment, although it was not as domineering and powerful as Chi Feng and Zhao Binglong, it was still somewhat strange. As for why it was strange, Ye Chanhan could not tell.
Zhao Chongli stood high up in the air, slashing towards Ye Mo. The surrounding trees could not help but be affected. Some of the larger trees that were encircled by three people had their branches cut off, while the smaller trees were mostly cut off at the waist. After a dozen or so moves, Ye Wen Han was forced into a state of panic. If not for his powerful lightness skills, he would have long become a ghost under the blade. In fact, Ye Chonglou's inner strength was almost on par with Zhao Chongli's. It was just that Ye Chonglou did not know how to transform his inner strength into a weapon to handle his opponent. If it wasn't for his outstanding lightness skills and the large number of trees around him, he would have long been a ghost under Zhao Chongli's blade.
Even after dozens of slashes from Zhao Chong Li, he still could not injure Ye Mo Han. His body suddenly spun in the air. The sharp blade transformed from Zhen Qi was like a lightning bolt, covering a radius of dozens of feet. Not even plants or insects were born.
Ye Mo Han stood ten zhang away, the palm of his hand split open, blood staining his clothes. When Zhao Chong Li's body suddenly changed, Ye Mo Han felt that something was wrong and did not think much about it. He used all his strength to strike a palm towards Zhao Chong Li. However, Zhao Chongli's blade was just too fast. Just as Ye Chonglou released his palm attack, the blade had already reached the top of Ye Chonglou's wrist. Shocked, Ye Chonglou struck out with his other palm, but it was broken by the backlash of the sharp blade.
Zhao Chongli stopped his attack and said, ”Ye Chonglou, the pavilion master actually appreciates you very much. As long as you are useful to the Pavilion Master, we will make peace today. If you don't know what's good for you, hehe, then let Ox-Head and Horse-Face lock you up today. ”
Ye Mo Han tore off a piece of his clothes and wrapped it around his wound, ”Since you don't understand my words, then I will tell you again. I will find him and kill him.”
”You overestimate yourself.” Zhao Chongli roared as he swept his blade across the entire army that was mixed with true qi. The trees, plants, and gravel and sand in front of him were all swept up as if they were blown by a strong gust of wind, and swept towards Ye Mo. The strength behind the blow was so strong that Ye Mo Han couldn't even open his eyes.
Ye Chonglou jumped up a tree that had five people hugging him. When Zhao Chongli's attack came, the tree had a three feet deep crack in it. As Ye Wen stood on it, he could only feel the thick tree swaying, and it seemed as if the tree was about to be uprooted. Ye Jianhan stood still, but Zhao Chongli was nowhere to be seen.
Ye Mo Han thought to himself, ”Oh no!” He turned around and struck his palm, but his shoulder was already hit by Zhao Chongli's punch. He staggered as he fell from the tree. If it wasn't for Ye Mo Han's sensitive reaction, he would have turned around and slapped Zhao Chong Li's fist away, and Ye Mo Han, who was on his back after being hit, would have died from the shock of his heart being shattered. After failing to land even a single blow, Zhao Chongli used his momentum to give chase as he kicked out with both feet towards Ye Chonglou's chest. Ye Chonglou's life was hanging by a thread, but his heart was filled with joy. He could see that Zhao Chongli had become angry because he could not kill him for a long period of time. From what Zhao Chongli had seen, this kind of person who did not want to waste too much energy and energy on other people would not have any useless tricks up his sleeves. Now that Zhao Chongli had used both his feet, it meant that his heart was anxious and he was afraid that Ye Shuanghan would take the opportunity to turn the situation around and win. As long as he was angry and anxious, Ye Mo Han was confident of being able to fight back. On this point, Ye Mo Han had never doubted him.
Zhao Chongli's feet did not leave Ye Chong's chest, and Ye Chuanhan had no place to exert his strength in, so he could not change his body to avoid Zhao Chongli's fatal move. Before Ye Chonglou could land on the ground, Zhao Chonglou's left foot had already landed on Ye Chonglou's chest. Ye Chonglou grabbed his right foot with both hands. Zhao Chongli laughed coldly as his left foot once again landed on Ye Mo Han's chest. Blood spurted out of Ye Mo Han's mouth as his back hit the ground, causing dust to fly in all directions. Just as Zhao Chongli was about to feel proud of himself, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his right leg. He could no longer stand and his body fell to the ground. As he leaned forward, Zhao Chongli felt another heavy punch on his abdomen. When he was about to extend his hand to protect himself, it was already too late. His throat was already being gripped by a hand. That hand was naturally Ye Mo's.
It turned out that Ye Mo Han knew Zhao Chonglou's anger and impatience when he saw him kick again and again, so he risked gathering the Zhen Qi in his body to his heart. Although Ye Chanhan could not externalize his inner strength and zhen qi, it was still very easy for him to circulate and channel the true qi within his body. When Zhao Chongli's left foot had kicked his chest, the protection of his true qi had reduced most of the deadly force, which meant that his life was no longer in danger. Even so, with just a few kicks from Zhao Chongli, Ye Chonglou's Qi and blood were still clashing wildly within his body. When his body landed on the ground, Ye Mo Han used all his strength to break Zhao Chongli's right leg. He wanted to punch Zhao Chongli in the chest, but Zhao Chongli suddenly bent his body forward so that he could hit his lower abdomen. Although it did not hit, it still delayed Zhao Chong Li's defensive technique. Ye Mo Han was shocked as he quickly reached out his hand to grab Zhao Chong Li's throat.
Zhao Chongli was under the control of Ye Mo Han, and his left palm was raised in the air.
”Where is the pavilion master?” Ye Mo Han spat out a mouthful of blood. At this time, he was covered in blood, and his entire body was bloodstained. He looked extremely ferocious and terrifying.
Zhao Chong Li looked contemptuously at Ye Mo Han, his left palm striking down, but he could not move even an inch closer to Ye Mo Han's head, because Ye Mo Han had already broken Zhao Zhong Li's throat. Ye Chonglou pushed away Zhao Chongli's corpse and tried to get up, but it was as if his entire body had collapsed. He could not muster any strength and could only lie on the ground to rest. Ye Wen struggled to stand up only when the sky was bright. He tried to circulate his Qi and blood to give it a try. Not only was his Qi and blood unstable, but there was also a bone deep pain in his chest.
”Seconds.” ”A person behind Ye Mo Han started clapping his hands.” [I am so impressed by that bloody battle.]
When Ye Chanhan heard the sound, he knew something was wrong. He hurriedly turned around and threw a punch, but this punch did not have the slightest bit of power. It was no different from a normal person's punch. The other party had completely ignored Ye Mo Han's punch, his left hand flicking away, his right palm lightly striking Ye Mo Han's chest. Ye Wen Han couldn't hold on any longer, he couldn't bear the sweet taste in his mouth, and he lost consciousness in an instant.