Chapter: 5595

Seeing the former comrades-in-arms, one by one fell under Ye Fan's sword, the eyes of Truman's people were red.

Especially the members of the Chu family, seeing their relatives die one after another, they felt overwhelmed by killing Ye Fan alive.

But even now, Tang Yun still didn't intend to fight Ye Fan to the death, but just passively defended, seeing every move.

He even persuaded Ye Fan to stop and retreat from Chumen Mountain.

"Sect Master Tang Yun, what's going on?"

"Could it be that the head of the sect knows this abandoned son?"

"Why haven't you killed the killer yet?"

Chu Zhengliang also quickly discovered that something was wrong.

Based on his understanding of Tang Yun, if someone committed such a murder against Truman, he would have killed him by the sword long ago, and he would not talk nonsense with him at all.

But how to face this Ye Fan, the empress who is so glamorous and frightened countless powerful people, has become so indecisive.

"No, it seems that we have to find a way to force Tang Yun to take action!"

Chu Zhengliang hid behind, frowning tightly.

Apparently, Chu Zhengliang realized that if this situation continued, even if he managed to hide behind Tang Yun and survived, the men, women and children of the Chu family would have to be wiped out by Ye Fan's sword energy.

He must now find a way to force Tang Yun to fight Ye Fan to the death.

After hesitating for a moment, Chu Zhengliang rushed forward regardless of the danger, and then knelt down to Tang Yun in front of the entire Tru Clan.

"Sect master Tang Yun, this son ran rampant in the Trumen family, and blood stained the mountain of my Trumen family, so that my brothers from the Trumen family were killed and injured countless times."

"I, Chu Zhengliang, only hate myself for being so weak that I can't avenge my brothers who died."

"Now I only ask Tang Yun's sect master to capture and kill this son, and avenge the dead heroic spirit of my Truman sect!"

"Otherwise, I, Trumen's hundreds of years of foundation, will really be buried at the head of this vertical!"

Chu Zhengliang's eyes were full of sadness, and he almost burst into tears.

Words and sentences, like gold and stone, sonorous and powerful, reverberated throughout the entire Trumen Mountain, and deeply touched the hearts of every Trumen person.

For a moment, Chu Zhengliang's words were like a boulder falling into the sea, setting off thousands of waves.

The people from Trumen who were fleeing in all directions suddenly stopped.

They came back one after another and knelt down to Tang Yun behind Chu Zhengliang.

"Master Tang Yun, please capture and kill this son, and save me from Truman!"

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"Sect Master Tang Yun, please kill this son, so as to rectify my might of the Chu Clan!"

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The voices one after another, like a surging river, swept across the entire world.

The desolate voice, the words of mourning, converged into a stream. JrNovels.com