Chapter 1189

Ye Xie poured out his despair and struggled desperately, but it was useless. All his resistance was mercilessly crushed and suppressed.

"Stop!"

An angry roar fell from the clouds, and then listening to the wind and thunder across the sky, a shock wave rushed into the thunder, leaving a shadow in the air, and instantly hit the palmprint of Huangshan.

Huang Shan's heart was shocked. He saw that the sword Qi was surging and rampant. His big hand print was smashed into nothingness in an instant, and even the sword spirit went up against the current and was chopped on his palm. His palm is extremely strong, but Yuxuan's hand is extremely strong in defense, but at the moment it can't withstand the shock wave and is chopped to the bone, causing temporary blood flow.

"Who is it? Even though it is so strong and far away, a sword spirit broke my Yuxuan's hand. Is it the sword master who has come back? " Huangshan was pale with fear.

A bright light flashed by, and a figure fell down. His black hair, clothes and hair floated gracefully. His eyes were bright, like a thunder generated by life and death, like a God in the dust, overlooking Huangshan Mountain.

I always look down on others, but now I am looked down upon by others, which makes Huangshan very uncomfortable. But when he saw someone coming, his face suddenly became more ugly.

"It's you, Chu LAN." He couldn't believe it.

"My name, can you call it? I'm your uncle! " Chu Lan's face was expressionless, and her voice dropped from nine days ago: "you don't respect your elders. How dare you humiliate your martial uncle. You're breaking the rules. I'm going to break your leg today. It's a lesson for you. "

This is the original words of Huangshan. Chu LAN returned it to Huangshan intact. His voice lowered, but Huangshan had not had time to respond, Chu LAN stretched out his glittering palm and slowly pressed it down.

"How dare you

Huangshan was shocked and angry. He felt very scared. Chu Lan's strength and domineering power exceeded his imagination. Chu Lan's seemingly slow palm, containing the power of terror, has not fallen down, pressure Huangshan breathless.

"Yu Xuan Zhang!"

Huangshan roared, stood up bravely, spread out his hair and beard, and met him with the palm of his hand.

Bang.

Huangshan was directly knocked down to the ground, even unable to stop. The cold and heartless palm continued to fall. The terrible and boundless air force razed Huangshan to the ground from a distance, unable to move. In the despairing eyes of Huangshan, his thin white palm, even thinner than a woman's, gently hit Huangshan's leg, and he heard a crack. Huangshan's leg broke immediately, and he screamed with pain.

"Chu LAN, you can't die naturally!"

Huang Shan's face drips cold sweat, Chu Lan's strength and ruthlessness let him hate Chu LAN to the bone.

Chu Lan's cold eyes turned around and said coldly, "if you dare to say unfriendly, I will give you a lesson."

Dad.

Chu Lanyi patted Huangshan's face, immediately swollen Huangshan's handsome face, leaving five clear finger prints.

"Ah -" Huang Shan's hair was in a mess, and he screamed: "Chu LAN, the drunken fish master won't let you go. You'd better kneel down and beg for mercy, or he will beat you and step on your feet, so that you will no longer have the face to be the first disciple of the wine saint."

If the first disciple of Bacchus loses to others and is trampled on, even if the drunkard doesn't say anything, the field will have no face to stay, and the flood of Confucian disciples' speech will flood the field. ..

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