Chapter 27: Winning or losing

But people have two hands and two palms.

Han Ling's other palm pulled out a pile of palm shadows, like thunder, and a palm fell on Crewe's sword. A strong wind suddenly rose without warning, and its wind center was concentrated in the palm of Hanling's other hand.

Huo sounded like a strong wind breaking the sound of the giant tree.

Even Crewe couldn't react. He kept ignoring it. Han Ling's other palm had been secretly accumulated for a long time.

His body was like being struck by lightning, like a stone being knocked open. His body moved three feet to the right. The long sword in his hand trembled violently, and the strong light on the blade shook uncertainly. A strong wind had completely enveloped him. If he hadn't stabilized his body with his superb strength, he would have been swept away by the strong wind.

Han Ling looked on coldly. The palm that was about to be stabbed by the tip of the sword was also taken back. After carrying both hands, he quietly watched how Kru dealt with his palm wind.

The wind is like a knife, constantly rotating and contracting, and Crewe's pressure increases sharply.

Holding a sword to the sky, there are unending wind blades in all directions. If he doesn't take action, I'm afraid he will be smashed to pieces in this wind field the next moment.

The situation turned around for a moment, and Chen Rufeng breathed a sigh of relief for Han Ling.

Next, it depends on how Kru responds.

Cruff clenched the hilt of the sword, held his breath, and assessed his situation with sharp eyes.

The hand is lowered and the tip of the sword points to the ground.

The white hat rises with the wind and firmly clings to Crewe's head.

Han Ling originally looked at it with confidence, but his eyes suddenly burst out.

Crewe's body quickly turned around and hung upside down to the ground, half suspended in the air.

Hands were held on the sword, and the hilt was as stable as Mount Tai in both hands. The dazzling sword light on the sword began to condense again. In this dark night, Chen Rufeng only saw a circle of light lines coiled around Crewe's sword body.

Next, Chen Rufeng only saw a light in the furious wind, like thunder in the sky, blowing down, and the surging wind could not stop him at all.

The sword shined, passed through the storm of anger and fell to the ground.

The tip of the sword flexibly bent on the ground, and Crew took advantage of the opportunity to jump back into the air. The original strong wind had dissipated, and the two confronted again.

"Good! Good swordsmanship!" Han Ling clapped his hands and said, his face was full of sincere praise, and there was no disguise at all.

"Your palm is not bad." Cru said lightly, raising his sword at the same time, and pointing at Han Ling with sharpness on the tip of the sword.

After a fierce battle, the two sides once again pulled into a balance of power. It seems that the next step is the real life-and-death struggle.

Between Han Ling's palms, a blue palm air permeated between his palms like fog.

The two eyes tightened.

In a moment, the two sides launched an attack at the same time.

Kru's sword stabbed forward three times, and the three swords took the lead in breaking through the air to Hanling. Under the dark background, it fell into the air like three stars.

Han Ling was not willing to show weakness. He pushed his palms continuously, and several palms swept the sky. At the same time, his body flew forward. His palms protected the wind in front of him and swept Kru's sword spirit into the wind. Finally, his arms opened, and the sky burst in front of him, and the white smoke dispersed. The two people suddenly collided with each other.

The sword shadow all over the sky is like a fisherman casting a net, covering Han Ling's figure. The sword spirit stimulated by the sword body is always leaking from various gaps. Han Ling's palms pushed wildly in all directions, and a roll of wind spewed out of his palms, making the sword spirit have no chance to take advantage of it.

At this time, Chen Rufeng was already dazzling and couldn't tell who was more dominant in the palm and sword fight.

The battle between masters is really extraordinary!

An arc light swept over, and Han Ling's feet contracted and bent like a Buddhist monk meditated in mid-air. The arc light swept under his body. Han Ling's eyes were wide open and he quickly raised his breath and raised his body five feet.

In just a blink of an eye, the arc swept through made bursts of cracks, as if there were invisible firecrackers buried in the air, which was overwhelming.

Chen Rufeng secretly shouted luck for Han Ling in his heart.

Seeing Han Ling dodging, Crew quickly took advantage of the victory to pursue and flew up. The sword was split several times, and the swords and shadows came out. Han Ling could avoid Crewe's slashing at the same time. At the same time, he high-fives and palms roared out, like an angry beast that wanted to tear off everything and attacked Kru.

As soon as the sword in Crewe's hand was raised, the sword light flashed, his palm was shattered, and Han Ling's counterattack turned into nothing.

The dark clouds in the sky gradually retreated like birds and beasts, pulling to both sides, revealing the crescent moon and a little starlight.

A breeze blew over the two people.

The war stopped a lot.

The breeze gradually strengthened, and the two looked at the sky together.

"I'm afraid it will make you lose this time." Han Ling closed his eyes and shook his head regretfully. When Crew heard this, he raised his sword, strictly guarded and looked alert.

Those figures hidden in the dark also began to shake uneasily at this moment.

Chen Rufeng looked at Han Ling and then looked at Kru. It was just a wind. How could it cause a change in the war situation?

Wind palm method...Wind palm method...

Chen Rufeng flashed, as if he had thought of something and looked at Han Ling.

When the wind was at its peak, Han Ling's clothes were raised like a god falling from the sky.

The sword light in Crewe's hand is also dazzling to the extreme, as if he is ready to launch the final attack.

Han Ling's hands stirred up in mid-air, and all the wind seemed to hear the call. It began to condense on Han Ling's palm. It could even be seen that the wind like a whirlpool condensed in Han Ling's hand.

KRU sees this situation, how can he not stop it?

Go up with the sword, but it's too late.

The strongest wind emanates from Han Ling, as if he were the wind god, manipulating the storm between heaven and earth.

Crew can no longer move forward. A storm turned into an invisible fist and punched him. Even if his sword was shining, he could not resist it.

Chen Rufeng on the ground only saw that in the wind field centered on Hanling, Crewe had been deeply trapped and had no power to fight back. He could only struggle weakly against the sword and cut the wind.

Han Ling was in the storm, and his figure moved forward like a wandering dragon and attacked Kru.

With the palms pushed out, the wind in front of the palms is afraid that even the sea will be set off, not to mention Crewe.

Unfortunately, Crewe was unable to advance or retreat and fell into a passive situation of being beaten.

Win or lose points.

Crew can already feel the fierce palm on his face. Although he has not yet arrived, his body has been under unprecedented pressure, and the strong momentum is squeezing his body, suffering unspeakably.

Death in an instant.

Han Ling suddenly closed his palm, and all the storms blew back. Even his own body couldn't control the sudden rush back a long distance.

Cru's pressure plummeted and finally turned into a blank.

The wind weakened, like a child who had just finished his anger, and was appeased again.

Han Ling looked at Crew with a smile and didn't say anything.

Kru was stunned, looked at Han Ling's face, put his sword into the sheath, buried his head and held his fist and said, "I'm defeated!"

Han Ling shook his head elegantly and said with a smile, "It's just a fluke. If it weren't for the divine wind just now, I'm afraid the number of wins and losses can't be further judgments."

Both of them landed on the ground, and Crew's cold face was a little more embarrassed, while Han Ling still talked and laughed elegantly. It seemed that the two just tasted tea and talked about the scriptures, rather than using manual swords.

"I will keep my previous promise that you can leave." Crewe stretched out his hand and asked.

Han Ling nodded, walked to Chen Rufeng, who was stunned, and pulled him up as he was about to leave.

"Hear down." Crew said coldly, "You can go, but he must stay to bring us back to life." Crew pointed to Chen Rufeng. Chen Rufeng turned his head in horror and looked at Han Ling for help.

Han Ling patted him on the shoulder to show his reassurance, raised his eyebrows and said to Crew, "Do you want to go back on your word?"

Crour looked at the two coldly and said, "What I just said is that you beat me, so I let you go, but I didn't say let you go. He is an exception."

Han Ling stared deeply at Kru and smiled as before.

Those long-lost lacquered black shadows are ready to move at this moment.

Han Ling was aware of it and said to Crew, "Let's talk for a while and explain it to you later."

KRU doesn't talk anymore. It's a tacit. Don't go too much.

Han Ling pulled Chen Rufeng aside and said in a low voice, "In this case, it is difficult for us to get out of their siege, so you can only go with them."

"But don't worry, I'll come back to save you as soon as I bring the news back to the Tang Dynasty. You can also investigate the case of the black stone and the robbery of the envoy." Seeing the frightened look on Chen Rufeng's eyebrows, Han Ling quickly added, "I know this is very wronged for you, but this is also a last resort. I will definitely come back to save you."

Although Han Ling said so, Chen Rufeng had ten thousand unwillingness in his heart. He didn't want to go back to the previous foreign country. Only he walked alone. If there was no company, his fear in his heart would be several times larger.

He doesn't want to wander alone in a foreign country.

"For the sake of the overall situation, Rufeng..." Han Ling said in a half pleading tone. Chen Rufeng gritted his teeth and closed his eyes to think.

What appeared in my mind was the tragic death of General Ma Yulin and others, the man-eating forest, and the long-lasting nightmare.

That day, Ma Yulin's words came back to my mind.

"A man... stands up to heaven..."

is so firm and has no hesitation.

Chen Rufeng opened his eyes, and Han Ling's eyes were looking forward to his answer.

"I want to be brave!" Chen Rufeng repeated to himself three times in his heart, looked at Han Ling and nodded.

Han Ling smiled bitterly, which was indeed a last resort.

"Be careful of everything!" Chen Rufeng said to Han Ling. Han Ling grabbed his shoulder fiercely and finally whispered, "Remember to wait for me, I will definitely come back."

The two eyes turned to Crew at the same time, and Chen Rufeng's eyes were full of perseverance.

He stepped up and walked towards Crewe.