【The Legend of Tang Dynasty: Boundless Romance (The Legend of Tang Dynasty)】(Chapter 547 of the Tang Dynasty Arc)

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Chapter 547

Han Xing secretly compared Li Chimei's "Heavenly Enchantment Yin" with the countless movement techniques he had learned.

He felt that only by using the "Wind God Leg" technique's "Catching the Wind and Shadows" could he possibly keep up with Li Chimei's speed. Even

if he managed to increase his speed to Li Chimei's level, it would reduce his agility, making him still inferior to

Li Chimei. This was only because the worldview of "Wind and Cloud" was of a higher level than "Overturning Clouds and Rain," making

the martial arts " one level higher than "Heavenly Enchantment Yin." If they were at the same level, Han Xing probably couldn't even

match Li Chimei's speed.

This difference was naturally because Han Xing's training time was much shorter than Li Chimei's, and his training was too

varied , failing to bring out the true mysteries of the "Wind God Leg" footwork. Li Chimei, on the other hand, had focused solely on practicing

"Heavenly Enchantment Yin" for decades, perfecting it to its fullest potential.

Li Chimei's Heavenly Enchantment Yin Condensation Technique had reached the highest level among all practitioners of this skill throughout history. His physique had been transformed;

when Yin energy condensed, his body seemed weightless, moving like a gentle breeze—one could imagine how terrifying his speed was. Even more

remarkable was the perfect balance between his speed and agility. With his incredible speed and nimble movements,

even Lang Fanyun couldn't stop him if he wanted to. In this world of "overturning clouds and rain," perhaps only Pang Ban could

reliably hold him back.

Almost as soon as they saw Li Chimei begin to move, the crowd had already closed to within five feet of Lie Zhenbei.

Lie Zhenbei first raised his hand, seemingly to pull out the Hua Tuo needle clipped to his earlobe, but only when Li Chimei was close enough

did he take his first step forward with his left foot.

The contrast between the speed and the slowness was striking.

Li Chimei snorted coldly, twisting her body so that her right shoulder faced Lie Zhenbei's face. She bent her right elbow and slammed

it into Lie Zhenbei's chest, ignoring his fists coming from both sides.

Gu Qianlian and Bai Suxiang, who were most concerned about their adoptive father, cried out in alarm. Had Lie Zhenbei

not even had time to draw his Hua Tuo needles to defend himself?

The only thing Lie Zhenbei should do now was retreat hastily, avoiding Li Chimei's full-force elbow strike.

With Li Chimei's ghostly speed, she could indeed

retreat after hitting his vulnerable chest, before the opponent's fists struck his chest and back from both sides.

However, everyone knew that if Lie Zhenbei retreated, Li Chimei would unleash an even more

overwhelming offensive.

Lie Zhenbei snorted coldly, advancing instead of retreating, his chest meeting Li Chimei's elbow.

Everyone on both sides, except for a few, was terrified.

The most shocked was Li Chimei. He was now in a hopeless situation, but he couldn't understand

why wanted to use his elbow to commit suicide.

"Boom!"

The elbow slammed into Lie Zhenbei's broad chest. Even in his iron armor, he couldn't escape the fate of having his internal organs shattered

.

Li Chimei was determined to strike and retreat immediately, not wanting to be greedy. However, when his elbow struck the chest, it slipped,

failing to hit the opponent's heart. The astonishing thing wasn't just that; a powerful suction force emanated from the opponent's chest,

slowing his retreat.

Li Chimei remained calm in the face of danger. He moved his left palm to his chest, protecting his vital point, and then swayed his body, using

his chest-guarded palm to actively strike the opponent's right fist, prolonging the time it took for the opponent's left fist to hit his back. At the same time, his right elbow,

striking the opponent's chest, unleashed its full force.

"Boom!"

Another muffled thunderous sound of clashing energy

rang out .

Li Chimei retreated swiftly, and Lie Zhenbei's left fist only managed to strike his right shoulder, deflecting

eighty percent of the force.

Only then did Lie Zhenbei stagger backward.

Li Chimei quickly moved back, stopping abruptly twenty paces away, then stumbled back two more steps, spitting out a small

mouthful of blood. His face turned pale, but his eyes gleamed with a sharp light as he looked at Lie Zhenbei.

Lang Fanyun rushed behind Lie Zhenbei, supporting him from behind and channeling his inner energy into him.

Lie Zhenbei whispered quickly in his ear, "Li Chimei's injuries are definitely not as serious as they appear. You need to be

careful."

Even Lang Fanyun had to take his words seriously, for he was both a top-tier martial artist and a first-rate

healer.

Li Chimei's voice came over, saying, "Brother Lie, your internal organs are shattered, but our blood feud is now wiped clean."

Lie Zhenbei straightened up, nonchalantly saying, "The ways of medicine are beyond Brother Li's comprehension. Before coming here, I

took five kinds of medicine that I concocted myself, enough to revive even the dead. If Brother Li doesn't believe me, we can have another fight."

A glint flashed in Li Chimei's eyes, filled with surprise and doubt.

Lang Fanyun laughed loudly, "Brother Lie, please rest for a while and have a cup of hot tea. I'm

itching to test my swordsmanship."

Lie Zhenbei smiled and said, "Alright! I've heard of the Overturning Rain Sword Technique for a long time, but I've never seen it before. Today, I'm determined to

broaden my horizons ." After speaking, he walked back to his original spot with a carefree stride and sat down.

Qin Mengyao, who was facing him, opened her pretty eyes and looked at him with concern.

Lie Zhenbei smiled bitterly and said in a low voice, "I, Lie, will never be able to stand up on my own again."

Li Chimei, watching Lie Zhenbei sit down, shook her head and smiled bitterly, "I admire you! Regardless of victory or defeat,

Brother Lie will always be a good man in my heart."

Lang Fanyun and the others couldn't help but show their appreciation for Li Chimei's demeanor.

Han Xing released Gu Zixian's hand and shouted at "Flower Fairy" Nian Liandan, "Sect Leader Nian, Han Xing seeks your guidance

."

Nian Liandan smiled and said, "Didn't you say you were the one who killed Nian Liandan?"

Han Xing sneered, "That title is absolutely correct." His confident demeanor infuriated Nian Liandan

.

Chi Di, who had once led the Four Generals of Metal, Wood, Fire, and Earth to utterly defeat Han Xing, harbored a deep hatred for him. He rushed forward and

said, "Han Xing, the grudge against the Four Generals of Metal, Wood, Fire, and Earth hasn't been settled yet. Let grandpa have a go with you!"

He spoke with apparent bravado, but Han Xing knew he was just making empty threats and would never actually dare to

fight him one-on-one. Han Xing had not only specifically targeted Nian Liandan, but he had also previously offended her severely

. As a grandmaster, Nian Liandan wouldn't allow him to act on her behalf; therefore, his words were merely empty threats. However...

It would be difficult for Chi Di. Han Xing had killed him so badly last time. If he didn't even dare to utter a harsh word when they met again, he

would have a hard time maintaining his position in the martial arts world.

Sure enough, Nian Liandan laughed loudly, "Sorry! This kid belongs to me, and no one can take what I want."

Han Xing's challenge was exactly what he wanted. His main purpose in coming east this time was to eliminate

anyone or anything related to the Dual Cultivation Technique, so that this strange internal energy method that could restrain his Flower Sect could continue to exist in the world.

Eliminating Han Xing would be tantamount to destroying Gu Zixian's chance to master the Dual Cultivation Technique.

In a fair duel, even Lang Fanyun couldn't interfere. How could he let go of such a good opportunity?

Nian Liandan laughed heartily, took a thick, black sword from one of the Flower Concubines, slung it over his shoulder, and

walked out leisurely.

After a slight hesitation, Gu Zixian walked to Han Xing's side, gently pressing her red lips to his cheek, and whispered

, "Be careful. Remember! You're younger than him."

Han Xing nodded to indicate he understood.

Gu Zixian meant that even though Han Xing was currently inferior to his opponent, he had the advantage of youth, with many good days ahead, and

would one day surpass him.

However, she couldn't understand Han Xing's current level of skill, nor his plan to achieve victory in one battle.

Nian Liandan smiled faintly and said, "The sword on my shoulder is made of cold iron, impervious to any precious blade, weighing 380

jin . Be careful, Brother Han."

Han Xing reached into his robe with his right hand, and a huge, strangely shaped weapon appeared in his hand.

This move astonished everyone except for Wanwan and a few others.

Among these people, only Wanwan fully understood Han Xing's technique; the others had simply seen it before and

were no longer surprised.

Although Li Chimei had heard about this from his subordinates beforehand, seeing it with his own eyes still shocked him

greatly couldn't understand how Han Xing had managed to conceal such a large, hard, and straight weapon inside his clothes.

Han Xing held the sword horizontally and said calmly, "My weapon is called 'Fenrir,' but I privately call it 'Six

Styles.' The material it's made of is a special alloy steel... well, you wouldn't understand even if I told you. Anyway, you

don't need to worry about breaking it."

Nian Liandan was secretly mocked for her ignorance and couldn't help but feel angry,

but

she still asked, "Fenrir? What a strange name. Is there any story behind it?" Of course, she didn't really want to know the answer. She just

wanted to change the subject so that Han Xing's momentum would be weakened after he had startled them by taking out the weapon in such a peculiar way

.

Han Xing said, "Fenrir is the name of a deity in Western mythology who caused Ragnarok."

He paused, then added, "It seems that although you live further west than me, you don't know as much about Western affairs as I do. Actually,

you'd be better off spending your time reading more books instead of playing these pointless tricks."

Nian Liandan, while feeling both ashamed and angry, also became increasingly cautious. Han Xing's words not only mocked his

ignorance but also indirectly told him that he knew his strategy and was clearly unafraid of his petty schemes. The other party's

confidence and repeated defeats made him a formidable opponent.

Han Xing slashed his sword and put it down, coldly saying, "Enough of this digression, let's fight!"

Everyone present was stunned.

Han Xing seemed to have transformed from a mortal into a god, radiating an imposing aura.

All the women in the audience involuntarily focused their attention on him.

Gu Zixian's beautiful eyes lit up, and love welled up in her heart, knowing that she was becoming increasingly "

unable to extricate herself" from this man. If he died in battle, she would not live on alone.

Wanwan both loved and hated this; she loved that his domineering aura could make her willingly become his

woman , but she hated that his unapproachable presence would inevitably attract many women to share him with her.

Qin Mengyao, after watching for a while, quickly closed her eyes and silently recited the Ice Heart Mantra; only in this way could she maintain

her sword heart clarity and prevent it from being broken. With Han Xing present, it seemed she couldn't contribute much in this battle.

Han Xing took a step forward, each step giving the impression of unwavering stability.

Even when he touched the ground, it felt as if the entire mansion shook.

This was, of course, an illusion.

It wasn't the mansion that shook, but the hearts of the onlookers.

Nian Liandan, carrying the Xuan Tie Heavy Sword, suppressed her contemptuous smile, replaced by a solemn expression, her eyes

gleaming with a strange light as she stared directly into Han Xing's eyes.

His "Flower Soul Immortal Technique" was a spiritual marvel almost akin to the demonic sect's Meng Chixing lineage, specifically designed to capture a person's soul.

Han Xing immediately looked bewildered. His steps faltered.

Nian Liandan was overjoyed. With a loud shout, the Xuan Tie Heavy Sword rose from her shoulder, pointing straight forward. Leaning

forward , she shot out like a cannonball, becoming one with the sword, thrusting towards Han Xing.

Those with poorer eyesight, like Gu Qianlian, turned pale, unable to even scream.

A powerful force followed Nian Liandan, hurtling straight towards Han Xing.

Han Xing's bewildered gaze suddenly sharpened, and he sneered, "I told you not to play these pointless tricks!"

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