Chapter 19 Must Kill

In the thousands of miles of flat woods, two figures shuttled around, getting closer and closer, and the figure behind them was about to catch up.

"The light skill of this little bastard is so powerful!" Han Fei was also shocked by the pursuit and escape of nearly half a column of incense.

You should know that he was the gentleman on the beam. Although a set of palms is good, it is the kung fu at the feet to settle down. If it hadn't been for this, he would not have escaped the pursuit of the disciples of "Shu Wangzong". He was also quite confident in this light-body skill. After walking around the world for so many years, he has relied on this light-body skill many times. Now he has met a teenager whose light body skills are more powerful than him. His short half-pillar kung fu actually was pulled closer by him, and he saw that a few more breaths were about to be caught up. How Han Fei was not shocked.

Han Fei's real qi poured into his right hand without reservation, without looking behind him, and slapped his backhand.

"This old guy is really cunning!" Looking at the palm wind, Qin Bing's face did not change at all. He raised his hand and followed with a palm. However, Han Fei in front of him was far away from his two bodies.

"Kid, you are too young!" Han Fei felt the change behind him and suddenly felt a little complacent.

Qin Bing came from the earth in the 21st century. Although there are also congenital strong people there, after all, it is a legal society. Qin Bing has learned a lot from each other, but the real fight is not much. Naturally, his experience is not as good as Han Fei, who has a strong reputation in Shu.

"It won't go on like this!" Looking at Han Fei in front of him, Qin Bing frowned slightly. He is also aware of his shortcomings, and I'm afraid it will be fruitless if he pursues like this.

As soon as the long gun in his hand was mentioned, the real gas in his body poured into his right arm in an instant. The next moment, Qin Bing actually threw the long gun in his hand at Han Fei. Suddenly, a dark shadow slipped through the air, and a rapid sound came.

"See how you can escape this time!" While getting rid of the long gun, Qin Bing exerted his strength under his feet, and his figure suddenly came up two minutes and went straight to Han Fei.

Han Fei, who was fleeing in front of him, suddenly heard the sound of breaking the air behind him. He couldn't help but look back and saw a long gun in the air coming like lightning. With a twist, his body was slightly on one side to avoid the attack of the long gun. However, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a figure kept getting bigger in his pupils.

"I was fooled!" Han Fei's face suddenly changed. When he reacted, he hurriedly raised his hand and slapped it, and suddenly a palm wind attacked the chest of the figure.

"Hmm!" Qin Bing snorted coldly and raised his right hand, which was already ready to go, to welcome Han Fei's palm wind.

The two palms exploded and collided with each other in the blink of an eye.

"Bum..."

A figure was blown away and fell to the ground.

"Cough..." Han Fei quickly got up and looked pale at the 17- or 18-year-old teenager not far away.

No matter what, Han Fei has been wandering in the world for more than ten years. It is reasonable that he should not be fooled. Unfortunately, he always regarded Qin Bing in front of him as a teenager who was only 17 or 18 years old, but he did not know that there was a nearly 30-year-old soul in his body. If he knew all this, Han Fei would never have been careless. Unfortunately, he didn't know all this.

"Kid, today I admit defeat and let me go, or you will really fight to the death, and you won't feel good!" After wiping the blood stains from the corners of his mouth, Han Fei said coldly.

Although Han Fei has been injured now, such an injury is not too serious. It is far from affecting his combat effectiveness. If he really wants to fight between life and death, he is not afraid of death. For so many years in martial arts, Han Fei has nothing else, but this is full of cruelty, not only to the enemy, but also to himself.

"Real?" Qin Bing smiled disapprovingly, and his face suddenly turned cold, "I want to try!"

"Ky, kill yourself!" Han Fei was immediately furious when he heard the words. As his identity, he had never begged for mercy from a 17 or 18-year-old teenager. If it hadn't been for the disciples of "Shu Wangzong" chasing him, why would he have asked for mercy? However, he did not expect that his plea for mercy actually attracted ridicule from the other party. What Wulin cares most is nothing more than money and fame. Han Fei is no exception. If he knew about today's affairs in the martial arts, his "sacred hand" Han Fei begged for mercy from a teenager in his teens. How will he gain a foothold in martial arts in the future?

shouted angrily and instantly mobilized all the true qi in his body and poured into his palms. The next moment, his body shot out like a bullet, and the fierce palm wind hit Qin Bing's head as if it was free of charge.

In the face of Han Fei's sharp attack, Qin Bing's eyes did not see any expression. A pair of palms kept changing, and the palm wind kept patting out. It was Qin Bing's long-trained palm of heaven. Today, the palm of heaven really showed its power in Qin Bing's hands.

"Bum bang!"

There was a burst of explosion in the air, and the dense palm wind kept hitting each other and turning into a strong wind. A figure also retreated a few steps in the continuous palm wind, and the corners of his mouth overflowed with trace of blood, and this man was Han Fei, who was shouting to kill Qin Bing.

"This boy's palm is so powerful!" Feeling some numb palms, Han Fei's heart was stunned.

What kind of monster is this boy? Palm power, finger power, shooting skills and light skills are no worse than me. When did Shu have such a teenager? Han Fei kept recalling everything he saw in Qin Bing and slowly found that the strength of this teenager was much stronger than him. And the most important thing is that Shu has never heard of such a teenager at all. What identity this teenager is? For a while, Han Fei kept speculating.

"It seems that your strength is not enough to make me uncomfortable!" With a soft smile, Qin Bing said faintly, "You used to take action first, but now it's my turn!"

Before the words fell, Qin Bing's body moved, and suddenly came to Han Fei's side like a cannonball out of the chest. In the blink of an eye, he poured ten fingers in his true air, and his index finger was a little empty at Han Fei's chest.

The next moment, a fierce momentum shot out of Qin Bing's index finger and went straight to Han Fei's chest.

Seeing Qin Bing's empty finger, Han Fei's face suddenly changed. He had seen Qin Bing's fingering power. If it hadn't been for a treasure in his burden, he would have suffered a lot of injury long ago. Not daring to be careless, his right hand, which was ready to go, quickly patted out, and suddenly a white palm wind burst out.

"Puff!"

"What!" In Han Fei's surprised eyes, his palm wind was like paper paste, which was actually penetrated by Qin Bing's fingering. Thinking about it, he quickly protected his neat hands on his chest. As soon as Han Fei finished all this, the sharp finger was bombarded Han Fei's left hand.

"Ka-chi..." A broken bone sound came out, and Han Fei's face suddenly changed slightly, and a painful look flashed from his eyes. The left hand protecting his chest trembled slightly, and Han Fei looked at Qin Bing's eyes with a trace of fear.

"What a horrible finger!" By this time, Han Fei finally understood how strong Qin Bing's fingering force was. If he hadn't slightly hindered his fingering power with his previous palm and wearing gloves made of snow silk, I'm afraid that this blow would have seriously injured him. If he really hit his chest... Thinking of this, Han Fei was afraid at the bottom of his heart.

"Good baby!" Looking at the white gloves in Han Fei's hand without any damage, a trace of appreciation flashed in Qin Bing's eyes. Such gloves can only be born in this aura-rich world of heaven and earth. Qin Bing has only heard of them in some ancient books on the earth, but he has never seen them with his own eyes. Things are long gone.

"Eat me again!" Qin Bing shouted in a low voice, and his feet moved slightly. The long gun in his hand had been sent out. The next moment, a rapid sound sounded and went straight to Han Fei's chest.

Looking at the shot stabbed by Qin Bing, Han Fei looked as usual, and his right hand was slightly, shouting, "Star Palm!" Suddenly, a strong wind shot out of Han Fei's hand and whizzed in the air.

"Bum..."

In the air, the two attacks collided fiercely.

"Kka..."

Suddenly, an extremely subtle broken sound came into Qin Bing's ears, and he quickly shrank the long gun in his hand and dissipated Han Fei's palm.

"The barrel can't withstand such a huge force!" Qin Bing, who was extremely familiar with the long gun in his hand, naturally heard it. The broken sound just now came from the long gun in his hand.

Oak is of good toughness, but after all, it is only used by the people of the mountains and fields. It may be enough to face ordinary beasts, but it is not enough for masters like Han Fei. Obviously, it has reached its limit.

As soon as the long gun shrank, Qin Bing changed his gun to finger, and his body speed did not decrease at all. The next moment, he came to Han Fei's body and pointed out his index finger in the air.

"Wo!"

Han Fei, who had been on guard for a long time, saw Qin Bing pointing out and raised his hand to meet him with a palm. Although his palm strength was not as strong as Qin Bing's finger, with the protection of that pair of gloves, he was confident to block Qin Bing's attack.

"Bum..."

"What? Is there still a finger?" Blocking Qin Bing's finger, Han Fei still had time to breathe a sigh of relief, but he heard a rapid sound of breaking the air again in his ear. It turned out that the attack on Qin Bing just now actually pointed out two fingers in a row, but the second finger was silent. At this moment, Han Fei only noticed it.

He hurriedly raised his hand to protect his head, but Han Fei was still worried and his head was slightly biased.

"Puff."

Qin Bing's fingering force penetrated Han Fei's arm full of true qi defense without hindrance, scratching it over his cheeks that he had just escaped, with a trace of skin and flesh, and suddenly there was a blood stain on Han Fei's face.

"It's so dangerous!" Han Fei felt the finger that brushed his cheek, and he was afraid for a moment. As for the injury on the arm, he didn't care. After all, it was fortunate that the same-sex life was compared and he hurt a hand.

"Die!" However, Qin Bing in front of him did not stay at all. Seeing that he won the blow, he shouted loudly. The already condensed true qi shot out with the constantly changing fingertips and went straight to Han Fei's eyebrows.