Ye Chuchen's body was on the verge of collapsing. Her heart was about to break down from the immense grief! At this moment, her mind was even at a loss. It was as if she was floating in the clouds.
From now on, there would be no more Ling Hanwu in this world.
Ling Hanwu's sword was still stuck straight in the snow. It was covered in blood and still shone with a cold light.
Meng Chaoran slowly stood up. His gaze focused. He took a step forward and pulled out Ling Hanwu's sword. Holding it in his hand, it was as if the sword still had Ling Hanwu's warmth. Suddenly, he let out a long and shrill cry. Tears rolled down his cheeks. "Hanwu! Brother! You and I will fight side by side! "
The wind in the sky became even more shrill and the snowflakes even denser!
In Meng Chaoran's hand, Ling Hanwu's sword shone brightly in the wind and snow! Just like how Ling Hanwu had shouted earlier: You want to kill them! Kill me first!
"Take him down!" Ye Di's gloomy voice was filled with fatigue.
The people of the Ye Clan swarmed forward.
Meng Chaoran let out a long cry. With one arm around Ye Chuchen, he charged out with his sword like the wind!
So what if the Ye Clan had many experts?
Couldn't charge out? So what?
Nothing!
Meng Chaoran's dashing figure was now filled with determination and ferocity. This kind of battle, this kind of charge, this kind of desperation, he actually looked 70% to 80% like Ling Hanwu!
His sword was like the wind, and he actually charged out several feet!
An angry voice said, "Bastard! Facing an unfilial daughter who has already betrayed the clan, you're actually so restrained! If you don't take him down, all of your heads will be presented! "
This order was like a talisman that hastened his death.
Instantly, the pressure around Meng Chaoran increased greatly.
Sabers and swords fell like rain at the same time. Meng Chaoran's face revealed a carefree expression as he murmured, "I want to live, but others won't let me. If I can't live, Hanwu, you can't blame me! If you want to blame me, I'll kowtow to you and apologize on the way to the netherworld! But I can't become a burden to Yangyang … "
The sabers and swords fell!
The sound of palm wind breaking through the air rang out. It was another Supreme Martial Artist's palm strike! This palm strike was not meant to hurt, but to seal off Meng Chaoran's escape route.
Meng Chaoran let out a dashing smile. He turned his body to the side and faced the Supreme Martial Artist's palm strike with his chest! He met the sword and saber head on!
Ye Chuchen screamed madly and suddenly threw herself into Meng Chaoran's arms. She cried out mournfully, "Let's die together …"
Meng Chaoran was greatly alarmed. In the nick of time, he fiercely hugged Ye Chuchen and turned his body to the side. The corners of his mouth were still smiling confidently as he said indifferently, "Silly girl, the man isn't dead yet. You, will die after me! This is my responsibility! "
His body had only turned halfway when the saber, sword, and palm energy had already reached him!
The Ye Clan's people didn't want to kill him in the first place. Or, they had originally wanted to kill him. But now, Chu Yang was involved. Meng Chao Ran was undoubtedly a powerful chess piece to deal with Chu Yang. So, how could they bear to kill him?
He instinctively withdrew his sword and saber!
The Supreme-Martial Artist who had attacked also hurriedly retracted his palm force!
However, he had already sent it out. How could he take it back?
This Supreme Martial Artist only managed to withdraw seventy percent of his strength in a moment of desperation. His face turned red from the backlash. His body swayed, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Bang!
The force was like a mountain, violently bombarding Ye Chuchen and Meng Chaoran!
With a few cracking sounds, countless bones in their bodies were broken. They spat out blood at the same time and flew out like kites with their strings cut.
"Trash!" A gloomy voice shouted angrily, "Quickly go and see if he's dead!"
With a boom, the two of them landed heavily on the snowy ground. They were actually not far from Ling Hanwu.
Ling Hanwu lay quietly, wearing Meng Chaoran's green robes neatly. His expression was serene.
The two of them rolled for a while. Ye Chuchen had already completely fainted, but Meng Chaoran was still a little clear-headed. He actually smiled bitterly. "Hanwu, we're still together … Hehe, I rushed out so far, but I was still beaten back to my brother's side."
The Ye Clan's people hurriedly flew over to check on him. Meng Chaoran only felt pain all over his body, and his internal organs felt like they were being torn apart. He knew that he had already suffered fatal injuries, but he was still hanging on by a thread.
Afraid that he would be saved and used as a tool to threaten his disciple, a hint of mockery flashed at the corners of his mouth. He muttered to himself indifferently, "Using me, Meng Chaoran, as a deterrent … Hehe …"
Using the last of his strength, he flipped the sword over and stabbed it viciously into his heart!
At this moment, a long howl sounded in the air!
Two figures landed with a boom.
One of them said, "Damn it, something really happened! All of you, stop right now! "
The other voice, however, said hurriedly, "Teacher!"
Meng Chaoran's sword had already reached his heart and pierced two inches into it. Fresh blood gushed out. When he heard this voice, he suddenly paused and turned back with great effort, wanting to take one last look.
His own disciple!
This voice was the voice of the disciple he had poured his heart and soul into!
Not to mention calling him Teacher, Meng Chaoran could tell which of the two disciples was coughing from a distance.
"Yang Yang …" Meng Chaoran murmured, his vision gradually blurring.
A black-robed figure landed as though he was flying. Clanging sounds rang out, followed by a series of screams, as if some weapon had been broken and someone had been injured …
Immediately, Chu Yang's anxious face appeared before Meng Chaoran's eyes. "Teacher, I'm late, I'm late …" Then, he hurriedly took out two incomplete versions of heavy elixirs and stuffed them into Meng Chaoran and Ye Chuchen's mouths.
Meng Chaoran's injuries were, after all, too serious. His consciousness gradually blurred. When the incomplete versions of heavy elixirs entered his body, his spirit was slightly shaken. Then, an indescribable sense of fatigue welled up. He murmured, "Yang Yang … Quick, take a look … Your Teacher's wife, is she alright … right? See … if Hanwu … can still be saved … "
His disciple was here. Although Meng Chaoran knew that Ling Hanwu was already dead, he still had extravagant hopes in his heart … Because he knew that Chu Yang … had elixirs on him.
Chu Yang hurriedly looked at Ye Chuchen, who was still in his Teacher's arms. He said hurriedly, "Teacher's wife's breathing is very weak … She can still be saved, but … Ling Hanwu … Ling Hanwu …"
Two drops of tears rolled down from the corners of Meng Chaoran's eyes. He asked sadly, "Dead?"
Chu Yang nodded heavily.
Meng Chaoran bit his lips tightly. He felt his consciousness blurring in waves …
Bu Liuqing's furious voice rang out. "Ye Di! Get out here right now! "
Meng Chaoran was suddenly jolted awake. He forced his eyes to focus. "Who is this person?" This person actually dared to shout at the Ye Di like this. Could he be someone impressive?
"Don't worry, Teacher! I will kill all of them tonight to avenge you! "Chu Yang gritted his teeth. His hatred soared to the heavens, his eyes bloodshot.
"No," Meng Chaoran said hurriedly. "I … I want to personally … take revenge." If I … if I don't … personally take revenge … I, I've let Hanwu down … I … I've let the ancestors down … "
"Hanwu's debt … I will personally take revenge!"
Meng Chaoran held Chu Yang's hand tightly and finally fainted.
His right hand was still tightly gripping Ling Hanwu's sword.
The sword was cold and icy.
I will avenge you! I will! I will take good care of Chuchu! I will! I will live on with Chuchu! I will!
Hanwu, your efforts will not go to waste!
I will stain your sword with the blood of your enemies! I will!
When the time comes, I will drink to my heart's content with you!
Chu Yang's eyes were bloodshot. His body trembled somewhat uncontrollably. Murderous intent rose all over him!
There had never been a moment when he wanted so badly to wipe out the big clans!
Ever since he came to the Upper Three Heavens, Chu Yang knew his mission. But he had never thought of wiping out all the big clans! In the big clans, there were also heroes, chivalrous and gentle men.
The influential figures of the big clans all had a glorious past.
For example, Ling Hanwu, or Meng Se …
But at this moment, looking at the motionless Ling Hanwu and the blood-soaked Meng Chaoran, Chu Yang suddenly wished he could kill everyone in the big clans with his sword!
He understood. Perhaps there were also heroes in the big clans. As long as they were faced with a threat, these people would band together to resist and do whatever it took!
Today, they could ambush his Master and kill Ling Hanwu, who was on the same side. Who would they deal with tomorrow?
In their eyes, he wasn't even the Tribulation Sword Master! He was just a rising force that posed some threat to them, yet they could be so ruthless.
What would happen if they found out that he was the Tribulation Sword Master one day? Killing to stop killing may not be the best way, but it was the most effective way!
He couldn't turn back, and neither could they!
So!
Kill!
Chu Yang stood there quietly. But, he suddenly roared madly in his heart!
A cold shout was heard, followed by the sound of people tumbling. Bu Liuqing landed beside Ye Di and sent the people of the Ye Clan tumbling away with a palm strike. Bu Liuqing shouted, "Ye Di, do you not dare to come out?"
There was a burst of wind and snow. Ye Di's black-clothed figure appeared, wrapped in thick night fog. His voice had more apprehension and respect. "Elder Bu, I'm really flattered that you're here to interfere with the Ye Clan's family affairs."
Bu Liuqing rolled his eyes and said, "Family affairs? I don't care about your family affairs. If I don't like it, I have to interfere! Why? You have an opinion? You don't like it? "
Ye Di said calmly, "Elder Bu naturally has your reasons if you want to interfere. Since Elder Bu has interfered, then the Ye Clan will just let this matter go."
Bu Liuqing turned and shouted, "Little one, what should we do? Kill or not? "
Dark fog burst out of the Night Thearch's eyes as he looked at Chu Yang cautiously and warily. This little one is indeed not simple. Look at this "Brother Qing" Bu Liuqing actually wants to listen to him?
He's indeed dangerous! He has to kill him!
Chu Yang said lightly, "Leave two people behind to help us send the people back. As for the others, let them go first. "He paused and said," My Master said that he wants to take revenge with his own hands! "
"Take revenge with his own hands!" Bu Liuqing and Ye Di sneered in their hearts.
With Meng Chaoran's current abilities, taking revenge with his own hands was as difficult as ascending to heaven!
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