Chapter 361 Fighting the Umbrella Maker
Floating paintings... Chen Ling muttered these three words.
"You already know the name." The old man said slowly, "It's time for you to get on your way."
As he finished speaking, the old man opened an oil-paper umbrella. As the ribs of the umbrella were pulled up to full capacity, a cluster of conspicuous plum blossoms bloomed in the misty rain!
Brown flower branches flew out of the umbrella flexibly, like thick snakes swimming in the air. The petals on them rotated, and a little bit of red light rushed towards Chen Ling at an alarming speed!
Chen Ling snorted coldly. Her dark blue pupils understood the trajectory of each petal. She turned into an afterimage and avoided it accurately. Then she stepped hard on the bluestone with her feet. The terrifying force directly caused it to brush against the wandering flower. Brown flower branches roared and smashed into the old man's face!
The old man's eyes narrowed slightly, and many flower branches looked back at the same time, surrounding Chen Ling from all directions, tying up his limbs like ropes.
"A painting wants to trap me too?"
Chen Ling snorted coldly, immediately pulled out the dark muzzle of the gun, and pulled the trigger at the swarming flowers!
The next moment, all the flower branches disappeared into nothingness. Chen Ling nimbly twisted her body in mid-air and kicked the old man's head with a whistling whip!
Chen Ling's movements were extremely fast. Before the old man's expression could change, he was kicked to pieces. However, what splashed out was not blood or brains, but a pool of colored ink!
Chen Ling froze on the spot.
At the same time, under another willow tree in the distance, a figure slowly put away the oil-paper umbrella in his hand and emerged from the brown trunk.
"[Judgement] path? Are you the Bing Shen Dao or the Xi Shen Dao?" A young and surprised voice sounded.
Chen Ling looked back and saw a young man in plain clothes standing there, holding a plain blank paper umbrella and looking at him with interest.
Chen Ling glanced at the ink on the ground, then at the young man in the distance, her face darkened.
"Is this the true body..."
This was the first time for Chen Ling to encounter such a strange Shinto. After all, when he was in the Aurora Realm, he was all a warrior Shinto. If he didn't accept it, he would start fighting. However, the method of the young man in front of him did make him a little confused.
Of course, the one who was confused at the moment was the young man holding the paper umbrella.
Chen Ling locked her eyes on the young man and was about to rush out of the stall. The young man raised his hand in advance and said calmly:
"rise."
Around Chen Ling, four closed paper umbrellas suddenly opened at the same time, surrounding him like blooming flowers!
Qingshan, Mo Zhou, Xinghuo, and White Crane, four completely different but similar styles of oil-paper umbrellas, all came to life. The mountain shadows like a copper wall surrounded Chen Ling, knocking the figure who was about to rush back to the original place!
Chen Ling staggered back a few steps to stabilize his body. The next moment, an ink boat suddenly rushed down from the mountains and crashed into his body with terrifying kinetic energy.
A fierce look flashed in Chen Ling's eyes, her legs were planted firmly on the ground, and she suddenly punched Mo Zhou!
Boom——! !
Under the impact of the ink boat, Chen Ling's palm made a crisp buzzing sound, and the bones were already shattered. However, the terrifying power that surged out immediately shattered the ink boat, turning it into ink and floating in the void.
This scene fell into the eyes of the young man holding an umbrella in the distance, and his expression showed shock.
"This power...is he a monster?"
"You want to stop me with just a few umbrellas?"
One of Chen Ling's hands was shattered, and his aura became more fierce. His other hand suddenly clenched a fist and roared towards the mountains. The terrifying explosion immediately echoed under the sky!
Many mountain shadows were shattered by Chen Ling's punch!
Several clusters of sparks and a white crane flew out after the bloody shadow, but could not touch him at all. The murderous intent was mixed in the drizzle and swept over him!
The young man was dumbfounded. He didn't expect that Chen Ling would break through his killing array so violently. He was about to put down the plain paper umbrella in his hand, but before the umbrella could be blocked in front of him, he felt that his eyes were blurred and the umbrella in his hand was blurred. The handle has turned into a willow branch.
"This...???" The young man froze on the spot.
"Still want to get an umbrella?"
At the same time, Chen Ling raised her hands, broke the oil-paper umbrella in her hands into two pieces, and threw it into the river like garbage.
As a gust of wind came, the red clothed man had already rushed to the young man's door!
In the young man's astonished eyes, Chen Ling's fist quickly enlarged and hit his chest with great force!
boom--! !
Chen Ling swung his fist down, and first felt a softness. A wisp of ink floated out from the hem of the young man's clothes, turning into a white flower and blocking it in front of his chest. The power of his fist poured into it, crushing it in the blink of an eye. Then he hit the young man firmly on the chest!
The young man's figure was like a kite with its string broken. He was hit by a punch, broke the handrail of the stone bridge behind him, and fell headlong into the river!
Chen Ling stood firmly under the willow tree. He frowned and glanced at the fist, and snorted coldly,
"I'm exhausted...can't I kill you with one punch?"
A piece of ink floated out from the bottom of the river and floated on the water, like a colorful boat.
The young man struggled to get up from the water and stood wetly on the boat. He coughed violently and scarlet blood splashed on the boat, which was shocking.
"Damn it...who are you??" The young man looked at the man in red on the shore, his eyes flashing with light.
He could feel that the opponent and he were both at the third level, but in terms of combat power, the opponent was much stronger than him. Even though he had arranged several oil-paper umbrellas in advance, he was still unable to suppress Chen Ling. It's almost impossible.
"Is it important?" Chen Ling said calmly, "Even if I knew... you are destined to be dead."
Feeling the killing intent emanating from Chen Ling, the young man felt a chill in his heart.
He gritted his teeth, took out an object similar to a walkie-talkie from his arms, pressed the button, and spoke in a deep voice:
"Liuzhen, coordinates [132,01], open air environment, no obstruction above, no other flying objects! Requesting level four support!"
As soon as these words came out, Chen Ling's eyes flashed with doubts. He looked at the walkie-talkie in the young man's hand, and an unpleasant premonition arose in his heart.
If you can't beat them, just shake them...
However, this young man should be the only one guarding this area. Even if others want to come to support, it will take time... Chen Ling is sure to kill him on the spot within one minute and then leave!
Chen Ling's eyes flashed with murderous intent. He stepped hard on the ground, flew through the air in red clothes, and rushed towards the young man stepping on Mo Zhou!
However, the moment he jumped up, something changed suddenly!
A bolt of black lightning, as if drawn with a brush, instantly fell from the empty sky and landed accurately on the leaping Chen Ling. Black thunder was swimming in the air, and the terrifying pressure of the fourth-level peak was hidden in In this stroke, it exploded out of thin air! !
boom--! ! !