Chapter 98 Tied Fairy Rope

Shen Tu's strange claws were caught in an instant, making Han Feng have no chance to change his moves. What was really fatal were the two fluorescents flying to the door, which were the two claw covers taken from his ten fingers, which were extremely sharp and coated with blood-sealed throat. He was extremely confident in his evil move, because countless masters died under his incomparable and vicious move... The smile has even floated on the face of the living Yan Luo Yansen who was watching the battle nearby...

"Hmm."

A cold hum came from the field, and people were surprised to find that Han Feng did not dodge the two deadly hidden weapons flying in front of him, and the original style of his fists still went to the claws of the bloody hand Shen Tu.

Ding and Ding, two crisp sounds sounded, and then a muffled hum sounded from the scene, and a figure flew out obliquely like a broken kite. He fell straight to a place a few feet away, lay in a pile of rocks, and could never get up again. Blood has stained his clothes red...

What? The living Yanluo who watched the battle hardly believed their eyes, and the figure flying out turned out to be the bloody Shen Tu. The contrast is too big. The smile on Yan Luo's face just appeared so stiffly on his face, like plaster, strange...

Han Feng stood so casually under the moon. The white moonlight shone on his tall figure, and his eyes under the shadow were like a beast from the flood for a moment, which made people feel cold.

"You...do you know magic?"

Yan Luo said in panic, which was incoherent. This sudden change made it a little difficult for him to adapt. It turned out that when the blood hand Shen Tu shot with a highly poisonous claw cover, it was too late to change his move. At this moment of life and death, Han Feng actually spit out two mouthfuls of saliva. The saliva shot extremely accurately on the two flying claw covers. The saliva was spit out by Han Feng with all his strength, which was extremely powerful. Unexpectedly, he shot the claw cover away... And his fists also hit the claws of the bloody Shen Tu.

Both sides deliberately used their strength in this collision. Bloody Shen Tu is a state of gathering energy, and Han Feng has reached the realm of scattered flowers. His skills were above him, and the bloody Shen Tu couldn't rely on his strange moves to hold on for a while... How could he resist this collision? At the moment of collision, a force came from Han Feng's fist to his claws. In an instant, his claws had broken all ten fingers, and a huge force exploded in his body. Shen Tu, a bloody hand, had broken his muscles and veins, and flew straight out...

......

The air seems to have solidified. For a moment, a gloomy voice finally broke the silence. Ladies and gentlemen, we might as well go together. As a result, this boy also saved the eye-catching...

It was the living Yan Luo Yansen who spoke. The experience of the bloody Shen Tu just now had scared him out and no longer had the courage to challenge Han Feng alone. The power of the bloody Shen Tu was originally between him and Zhongbo, but he didn't expect to lose so miserably. The momentary panic made him think of this method.

As the saying goes, good men can't stand many people, and tigers can't beat wolves. Although Han Feng's skills are excellent, there are still three people on their side who are superior in the state of gathering energy, which is enough to compete with the perfect state of scattered flowers. In particular, the black and thin old man has extraordinary means. Therefore, he still has a lot of confidence in his heart to leave Han Feng on this soulless mountain...

"And let the poor meet him first."

The ghostly voice sounded, the moonlight suddenly darkened, and the temperature of heaven and earth suddenly dropped a lot. It turned out to be the thin Taoist who had rarely spoken. Obviously, he has absolute confidence in himself and disdains to deal with Han Feng with others. The living Yanluo seemed to be afraid of the thin Taoist. He leaned out of the way, squeezed out a smile on his face, and bowed to the Taoist priest.

The thin Taoist nodded slightly, looked extremely arrogant, and stood in the field while his footsteps moved. Han Feng felt that the breath of heaven and earth was a little embarrassed. In his heart, this man's power seems to be weaker than the bloody Shen Tu, but the hidden power makes people feel uneasy, and he must have extraordinary means.

The Taoist stood there. His face was pale yellow, which was actually very clean. Except for some loose old skin, there was no discomfort, but Han Feng felt that his face seemed to be dirty from his heart. It makes people feel that there seems to be something hidden in those ravines. This feeling is very familiar. Han Feng vaguely feels that he seems to have had such a feeling somewhere, but he can't say...

"Jior, your kung fu is very good. Poor Tao is not your opponent."

This Taoist actually revealed his shortcomings, and Han Feng felt that the alert in his heart increased greatly...

"However, it only shows that you are very unfortunate when you meet me... Do you want me to do it, or do you want me to do it? ...It also saved me a lot of effort..."

Han Feng had a faint smile in his eyes, and his narrow eyes narrowed slightly, but what was hidden behind the smile was coldness. He said, "Just take it. The boy doesn't have that kind of elegance... Do you have it? You have to try to know."

"Well... If you don't die from the Yellow River, the Taoist priest will break your delusion and let you know what is outside the sky and there are people outside..."

When he said to fight, the man was sharp. Without saying a word of nonsense, the black Taoist robe seemed to rise out of thin air, like a bulging black sail, and the thin Taoist man actually rose in the air. Ga Ga, eat the whip of my Taoist master.

The thin Taoist turned his right hand, raised his wrist, and then suddenly fell down. A golden whip shadow had cut through the moon sky and went straight to Han Feng. The sound of the whip splitting the air in the air was like a thunder on a sunny day. Han Feng accurately sensed a sharp blade-like force coming towards the door. He was not in a hurry, as if the purpose of the whip shadow was not him. When the whip shadow reached the door, he gently took a step aside. The golden whip shadow wiped his blue shirt and landed on the hard blue stone in front of him with a whining sound.

"Bomb."

A deafening sound sounded, and the whip image of a golden stick hitting the ground. For a moment, the gravel splashed, and the momentum was amazing. However, Han Feng looked as usual and there was no change. The flying gravel wiped his body and flew into the distance, as if he deliberately avoided him, and there was no dust on his body. Standing several feet away, Han Feng was surprised to find that the golden whip in the Taoist's hand was extremely long, several times longer than the usual long whip. It's like a long rope in the hands of a Taoist. But he didn't know that the golden whip in the hand of the Taoist was not actually called the golden whip, but should be called a fairy rope.

Without a move, the Taoist's wrist shook out, and the long golden rope flew up again. His sharp head, like a human-eating viper, actually bent straight to Han Feng's left leg. The moves are strange and unexpected... Leg bending is actually a very fragile place for people. If they are hit, Han Feng's whole leg will be useless...

At this critical moment, Han Feng turned around with his right foot as the axis. His left foot had been suspended in the air, and his toes were gentle, which could be felt at the sharp head of the chasing rope. A force poured into the rope in an instant, and the golden rope immediately turned into a dead snake. He turned a golden circle and suddenly turned his head towards the thin Taoist. Obviously, the Taoist did not expect Han Feng's response speed to be so fast that he hurriedly retreated. For a moment, he was in a hurry...

Han Feng did not let go of this opportunity. His body shook and appeared three feet in front of the person, with one pair of hands and two fists one after another, one punch to his face and one to his temple. There is no fancy between the moves, just like a child fighting, but the thin Taoist's face has changed, and his footsteps are fluttering and he hastily retreated. With a long smile, Han Feng's fist was like a bone-attached maggot. The latter changed before, and the former still hit the man unchanged. Han Feng Chengxin didn't give him a chance to breathe.

In the eyes of everyone, the two have become a game of chasing, but this taste is only known to those who are in it. After half a tea cup, the thin Taoist's face was already a little pale. In his feeling, the two fists of the other party were like two meteors following him. If it was a little slower, the two meteors would collide head-on. The Taoist is self-aknowledge, and he tries not to confront Han Feng. Han Feng saw through the other party's intention and forced the other party to fight hard. And the shortness of attacking the enemy... This is exactly what Han Feng thought.

Several people onlookers were also a little surprised. Obviously, they did not expect that the two sides would fall into a stalemate in an instant. However, several people did not look anxious, and obviously had enough confidence in that person. The man's light body skills were also real, and his footsteps were wandering, and he even avoided Han Feng's offensive. Obviously, neither side has exerted all their strength and are observing each other's movements.

Ha ha, that's enough. Han Feng's deep laughter was like lightning in the air. His fist suddenly accelerated... and it had lost track in an instant. Ga Ga, do you think the Taoist priest is afraid of you? In the strange laughter, the thin Taoist's wrists trembled, and the fairy rope in his hand seemed to be alive...

Han Feng felt that a sad wind had hit his back. This was exactly what he had been preparing for. His left hand waved back, trying to exert a force to resist the attacking bundle of fairy rope. However, at this moment, Han Feng's face had changed, because he found that his left hand had no power, and his right fist suddenly slowed down. He seemed to encounter a ghost hitting the wall. In his perception, the power of heaven and earth around him had been firmly locked...

The proud strange laughter came from the thin Taoist population. Boy, you were fooled... The long bundle of fairy rope actually seemed to be alive. In an instant, it tied Han Feng with a strong one...