Chapter 26: Windy Palm
Han Ling's eyes burst out of fine light, Tian Song held Buddha beads in his hand, and the appearance of his teeth was quite terrible.
While dealing with the continuous stick shadows, Chen Rufeng looked sideways and was secretly worried about Han Ling. The Buddha beads in Tiansong's hand are golden and full of concentration on Buddha's power. Once they can't cope well, they will fall into the attack of countless chaotic sticks and Tiansong and retreat.
Five huge translucent light beads are like rotating Buddha beads, rotating around the sky, with a height of half a person. Each light beads are imposing, as if they contain boundless Dharma, and nothing can be stopped.
Others can see at a glance that if these protective beads are to be hit by these five beads, I'm afraid there is no possibility of survival.
Han Ling naturally realized this problem. Naturally, the power of the five light beads was not comparable to him. He quickly stretched out his hand and pulled away Chen Rufeng with his back on his back. The two separated to one side. Facing the protective beads of Tiansong, the two just flew by the two sides of Tiansong to avoid its sharpness. The figure of the day flashed At the rear, Han Ling held Chen Rufeng's hand again. The two turned their backs to the gate of the Mora Temple, and their bodies kept flying back.
Tiansong suddenly turned around, and his eyes rose to the peak of anger. With an anger, he pushed his hand forward, and five protective beads flew out one after another, like a series of long snakes, bumping into the two people, sending waves of deep Buddha roaring.
The speed of light beads is as fast as lightning, and in the blink of an eye, it has flown to the front of the two people and cannot be avoided.
Han Ling snorted coldly and pulled Chen Rufeng behind him and stood in front of him. His hands were drawn in circles like ten thousand hands and Buddhas. Suddenly, a white mass of white * appeared between his palms. * stretched out a long blade, like a white strong sword, stabbed five series of light beads. For a time, five light beads connected the long blade like a sugar gourd. At the same time, the momentum of light beads was also stopped.
"Drink!" Han Ling shouted violently, his hands closed, and the long air blade in his hand exploded with five light beads, turning into broken fragments and dispersing.
The stick shadow took the opportunity to attack, and it was like mercury in all directions, and it snatched in seamlessly. Even if Chen Rufeng has three heads and six arms, I'm afraid he will have to end up injured.
Han Ling's sharp eyes shrank, and his body was like a flying swallow. He quickly circled up, and there was a white light in his hand. The long sticks in the hands of those monks could not go further in the first half inch, as if there were invisible barriers, blocking countless stick shadows.
"Go!" Han Ling said and grabbed Chen Rufeng's arm. Chen Rufeng raised his true qi knowingly and became a phantom. The two of them were of the same mind. Together, they could only watch two lightning-like shadows fly out of the gate.
The figures of Chen Rufeng and Han Ling appeared in the square. They were in a mess. Fortunately, it was dark now, and there were no people on the street. The outline of an exotic-style building was like a sleeping ghost, quietly snoring.
Han Ling was next to the wall and closed his eyes and condensed. Chen Rufeng sat on the ground, gasped in a low voice, looking up at the dark sky. The moon breeze was clear, and the faint coolness surrounded his body. In the endless secludedness in front of him, there seemed to be something waiting quietly.
"What the hell is going on?" Chen Rufeng gasped and said harshly. Han Ling opened his eyes. In the night, there was a little starry light flashing from his eyes.
"This is a trap laid by Tiansong." Han Ling said lightly.
Chen Rufeng grabbed the back of his head puzzledly, "Why did he do this? Could it be that the death of Master Tianlian was not a natural death?
Han Ling shook his head and said, "This place is getting more and more unstable. We have to send the news back to the Tang Dynasty as soon as possible. The longer we stay here, the more dangerous it will be."
Chen Rufeng was stunned when he heard this, thought for a moment, and said, "Do you mean that we are going to give up all the pursuit here and return to the Tang Dynasty?"
Han Ling looked at him, and Chen Rufeng was unnaturally shocked.
What is hidden in the eyes is a kind of pity, or regret.
"Yes, there have always been people targeting us, but the enemy is dark and we have never known where the hidden enemy is." Han Lingdao.
Chen Rufeng lowered his head and said silently.
Do you really want General Ma Yulin to die in vain?
Chen Rufeng's hand pressed on the dagger around his waist, thinking of the soldier's voice and smile, and his heart was fiercely.
"I want to stay here and continue to investigate. I can't let General Ma Yulin and others be so inexplicably wronged." Chen Rufeng said quietly, not as if talking to Han Ling, as if telling the air.
Han Ling's white figure frayed slightly in the dark.
His eyes seemed to penetrate Chen Rufeng.
"I don't agree. There is a risk of your life if you stay here, and if you continue to investigate, I'm afraid there will be more disturbances involved." Han Ling looked at Chen Rufeng.
"I went to the imperial city in person to thoroughly investigate this matter." Chen Rufeng said resolutely, and his expression on his face was like a wave, which could not shake him.
Han Ling is silent.
He looked at Chen Rufeng's firm face and sighed in his heart.
"Well, I'll find someone to bring the news back to the Tang Dynasty first, and then go to the imperial city with you to ask the king." Han Ling finally gave in. Chen Rufeng showed his gratitude and nodded.
The starlight in the sky suddenly dimmed. Maybe it was covered by dark clouds and erased half a little starlight.
The two also felt uncomfortable and looked up and saw several blurred figures on the outline of the black house.
Like a ghost that suddenly appeared, his frightening eyes were looking at the two of them in a dark place.
Han Ling rolled his sleeves and looked at the boundless darkness.
"Listen, you two Middle-earth, you are going to be brought to justice for killing Tianlian, the abbot of Moro Temple." An obviously non-standard Chinese came out, and in the dark night, a white figure suddenly fell to the ground.
The person in front of him has a white cloth on his head, and a white cloth directly covers his whole head, revealing only a square face and a snow-white costume.
Chen Rufeng jumped up, stepped back a few steps, and stood next to Han Ling.
The man in front of him has a murderous face, with a sword around his waist, and his hand has been on the hilt of the sword, and his eyes are constantly shining brightly.
"Do you dare to ask your name?" Han Ling took a step forward, held his fist and asked politely, while his eyes quickly glanced around.
The man said coldly, "My name is Crewe, the first swordsman under the throne of my country, and I am also a prison officer's catcher, specializing in catching guilty people."
Han Ling raised the corners of his mouth and added a little strangeness in the night.
"It seems that you are bound to get the two of us. You have brought as many as 24 people and made a trap here, making it difficult for the two of us to fly." Han Ling was not afraid at all and calm as before.
Crew was shocked that this person could see through the number of people lying here at a glance in the night, and it was accurate and calm. It was really not easy.
"We didn't kill Master Tianlian at all! He is naturally sitting!" Chen Rufeng scrambled and said, and Kru glanced at him. Han Ling stretched out his hand and stopped him from talking.
"Those who are clear are self-clear, we don't have to say more." Han Ling stared at Crew and said, "Anyway, the two of us will not be captured."
Crue's eyes were murderous, and even Chen Rufeng felt like an invisible knife on his neck, which was overwhelmed.
"In this case, I have a way to compete with you. If you win, I will let you go. If you lose, you can follow me back obediently, how about that?" Crewe's eyebrows moved.
"Good." Han Ling replied with a smile that he didn't even have time to think for a moment.
Kru is originally a man who worships martial arts and is keen on duels. It is rare for anyone in Tianzhu to defeat him. Today, when he sees Han Ling, he knows that he is an extraordinary family. How can he miss such an opponent, and he is also confident that he will never lose to Han Ling.
Han Ling raised one hand elegantly, and at the same time pushed Chen Rufeng back with the other hand, politely said, "Please make a move!"
Kru doesn't move.
The wind intensified again, as if to blow down two people standing on the ground.
"What is used this time is the 'wind palm method'." After speaking, Han Ling raised his palm and made a posture to face the battle.
Chen Rufeng's heart was moved when he heard this. On that day, Han Ling mentioned that he would only use a kind of martial arts in each competition, and the "electric palm method" that Chen Rufeng saw last time was paired with the "wind palm" in Han Ling's mouth.
It seems that today, it can be an eye-opener again.
No one's eyes can catch it. Crewe has flashed behind Han Ling, and only the sword has not been pulled out.
Chen Rufeng was shocked. At such a terrible speed, he was far short of himself.
Of course, you can't draw your sword to have such a terrible speed, otherwise your opponent will notice where you are going and take precautions in advance.
Crew's elbow is like a hammer, and he is about to hit Han Ling's waist, and he has no reaction at all. Even if he wants to dodge, it is even more difficult.
Unexpectedly, Han Ling's waist was like a willow branch. He twisted back and hit Crew's elbow.
with a bang.
Han Ling took advantage of Crew's elbow impact and slid forward. When he was sliding, he quickly turned around and held the strong wind. His sweeping momentum was unstoppable for a moment, and the wind was like a horse and poured out.
KRU's palm was close to his face, and naturally he did not dare to despise it. He drew his sword out with his hand. The cold light of the sword body swept over and fell into Han Ling's palm. Between the two, a roll of remnant wind swept out and shouted. Han Ling came out of the second palm, and the wind was more powerful, like the wind between heaven and earth. It was concentrated in his palm and controlled by him alone. Even Chen Rufeng, who was outside the battlefield, could feel it. The power of Han Ling's palm may even be uprooted by a hundred-year-old tree, not to mention Crewe in the center of the palm.
KRU's face did not change color. The sword in his hand stabbed forward in all directions in an orderly manner. The shadow of the sword remained in front of him, like a lotus bloomed, and the shadow of the sword opened to resist the palm wind of Han Ling.
Han Ling stepped on the ground, flew up in the air and rushed straight to Crewe.
The sword rises again, and the endless shadow of the sword is turned, cutting the air into countless small wisps of smoke.
Han Ling's palm fell on the tip of Kru's sword, and the tip of the sword suddenly trembled. Han Ling's body rose up and slaps several times, and a wind covered his head. Crewe also stamped on the ground. The sword pointed to the sky. The human sword rushed straight up, and the sword had a dazzling strong light, which had the potential to pierce the sky.
At the tip of the sword, it is like an inlaid with a gem, and the gem shines.
The sword was swept into the wind, but there was no deviation at all, but kept thrusting up, and Crew's body did not even tremble slightly.
The wind, like a piece of paper, was pierced by Crewe's sword.
The target of the sword points to the palm of Han Ling!
Han Ling did not dodge and directly fell on the tip of the sword.
But Chen Rufeng can see that the strength uttered from his palm is getting weaker and weaker. If it goes on like this, Chen Rufeng can even imagine that Han Ling's palm* is a piece of flesh and blood.
The wind was broken by a series, and Crewe's sword suddenly became unrelenting, as if nothing on the tip of the sword could stop the progress of this crazy sword.
The palm of the sword is about to touch each other again, and the momentum on Han Ling's palm is almost complete.
Chen Rufeng looked at it and was anxious, but he couldn't take action. After all, this was a martial fight between the two, and no third person could intervene.