ebookland Chapter 663 The Palace Master in a sorry state
Chapter 663 The Palace Master in a sorry state
"Run! You're no match for the Phantom Sword!" Chu Rujun shouted.
Let alone Lin Ping, even she herself wasn't confident that she could withstand a single move from the other party.
"Do I look like I can run away?" Lin Ping asked in a panic.
Lin Ping's martial arts skills were third-rate, but his ability to escape was first-rate. Given the chance, how could he not run away?
The speed of the Lotus Palace Master was too fast; even if one could barely see his movements, it was impossible to dodge his attacks.
"To die under the Illusionary Heaven Sword is your honor." The Lotus Palace Master's cold voice echoed in Lin Ping's ears.
"Stereo sound?" Lin Ping became even more flustered.
The sound came from all directions, making it impossible to determine the direction, which could be considered a way for the Lotus Palace princess to confuse the enemy.
"What merit do I, Lin Ping, possess to deserve such scheming from you?" Lin Ping said with a wry smile.
"You cunning brat, you must not be allowed to live!" The voice of the Lotus Palace Master continued to echo from all directions.
He had absolute confidence in his strength, and Lin Ping couldn't possibly guess his direction. The chilling Illusionary Heaven Sword pierced straight into his back.
"Countless people want to kill me, who do you think you are? Are you in line?"
Lin Ping's cold eyes flashed, and he quickly drew his pistol, pointing it directly at the Lotus Palace Master's forehead.
At a distance of less than five meters, even a master of the Red Lotus Realm could be killed by Lin Ping.
Of course, he also faces considerable risks.
The Lotus Palace Master's pupils constricted as he stared intently at the exploding bullet, cold sweat pouring down his body.
How could he possibly have guessed my location?
In the chaos, the Lotus Palace princess tried her best to dodge, but the bullet still pierced her shoulder, and bright red blood kept flowing out.
In that instant, everyone was shocked, and Chu Rujun's eyes almost popped out.
In their hearts, the Lotus Palace Princess was a supreme being, invincible.
But Lin Ping was only a disciple of the Black Lotus Realm, yet he was able to injure the other party?
As the saying goes, seeing is believing and hearing is deceiving; the wound on the shoulder of the Lotus Palace Master is the best proof.
In fact, with Lin Ping's limited strength, even with X-rays and a pistol, he wouldn't have been able to injure the other party; it was the result of the other party's carelessness.
After all, in the eyes of the Palace Master, disciples of the Black Lotus Realm were no different from ants, and could be crushed at will.
Who knew this ant could bite?
"You brat, I'll tear you to pieces!" the Lotus Palace Master said through gritted teeth, his previous calm expression long gone.
"It's a pity, you've already missed your chance!"
During the time he retreated, the crossbowmen were already prepared, and thousands of crossbow bolts surrounded him again.
The Lotus Palace Master once again unleashed his signature move, "Mirror Flower, Water Moon," but with one arm injured, the power of his sword strike was greatly diminished, and many crossbow bolts exploded around him.
Boom boom boom!
Flames burst forth, thick smoke billowed, and the Lotus Palace Master vanished on the spot.
"Huhuhu~"
Lin Ping gasped for breath, still muttering anxiously to himself, "Is he already dead?"
After the thick smoke dissipated, a desolate figure stood in the middle, his white robe tattered and his flowing hair disheveled, with a faint smell of burning.
Princess Lotus Palace leaned on the Illusionary Heaven Sword with both hands, standing with difficulty, blood dripping from her fingertips.
He managed to shield his vital organs with his arms, and although he didn't die immediately, he was blown to pieces.
"Lotus Palace Master? Hmph, just a stray dog!" Lin Ping mocked sarcastically, but dared not get too close.
"You..." The other party was so angry that his blood was churning and he couldn't help but spit out another mouthful of blood mist.
"What do you mean, 'you'? Weren't you so powerful? Didn't you want to destroy the imperial court? Why are you in such a sorry state now?" Lin Ping mocked coldly.
Since ancient times, the victor is king and the loser is villain. Lin Ping did not intend to belittle his opponent; he simply wanted to make him vomit blood, and the weaker his body was, the better.
As expected, the Palace Master of Lotus Palace vomited three more mouthfuls of blood, her face as pale as paper.
"Now you have a chance to live, it's up to you whether you know how to cherish it," Lin Ping said, his eyes fixed on the ground.
The Palace Master of Lotus Palace raised her eyes and glanced at Lin Ping, then began to sneer: "Give up on that idea. Jiang Yunying will never get out. I have sealed her meridians, and she will never be able to reach the Red Lotus Realm in this lifetime."
"You..." Lin Ping gritted his teeth in hatred. He wanted to take a few steps closer and grab the other man's neck, but he was afraid of falling into a trap.
"How can we unravel the woman's meridians?" Lin Ping asked after calming down a bit.
"I'm not afraid to tell you, only those stronger than me can unlock it." The Lotus Palace princess laughed loudly.
In his view, no one in the entire Wu Kingdom, or even the whole world, was stronger than him.
In other words, no one can decipher Jiang Yunying's inner workings, and only a master at the mid-stage of the Red Lotus Realm can rescue her.
Currently, Chu Rujun is the only one with a good chance, but it will probably be difficult for her to advance in less than ten or eight years.
"Very well, since you're courting death, don't blame me for being impolite! Kill!" Lin Ping's eyes turned cold, revealing his murderous intent.
He didn't believe there was no way to rescue Jiang Yunying, and as for the sealed meridians, there was no need to unseal them.
At worst, she'll lose all her martial arts skills, which will allow her to settle down and raise her children in peace.
"I, Danzi Xing, have devoted my entire life to building up the Lotus Palace, and today I have been defeated by a mere brat. I am not reconciled! I am not reconciled!"
The Palace Master of Lotus Palace let out a long, hoarse sigh, her words filled with resentment.
"When you decided to rebel against the court, this was your inevitable fate." Lin Ping closed his eyes slightly and said softly, "Release the arrows!"
To kill Shan Zixing, a crossbow must be used. Lin Ping wouldn't dare stab him with a sword back then; who knows who would be the one to die.
Whoosh!
A golden light flashed and pierced straight into the arrow; it was actually a sword net that appeared in mid-air, blocking all the arrows from entering.
Bang bang bang!
The explosives detonated in the air without causing any damage to the single line.
"Junior sister? You're back?" When he saw her face clearly, Shan Zixing's face lit up with joy, as if he had seen hope again.
"Lin Ping, I spared your life that day, yet you dare to provoke the Lotus Palace!" The voice was cold and familiar; it could only be Jiang Lanfeng.
"Jiang Lanfeng, you've finally arrived. It's time to settle our scores," Lin Ping said through gritted teeth, his whole body trembling.
If it weren't for Jiang Lanfeng, Lin Ping wouldn't have separated from Jiang Yunying, nor would he have suffered so many hardships.
From this perspective, Jiang Lanfeng is the person he hates the most.
"Junior sister, kill him quickly, or Lotus Palace will be doomed," Shan Zixing said urgently.
"Lin Ping, I spared you once out of consideration for Yun Ying, but you have not repented and have become even more ruthless. Prepare to die!" The Chasing Star Sword danced wildly in Jiang Lanfeng's hand, aiming straight for Lin Ping's throat.
"I'll return those words to you verbatim!" Lin Ping gritted his teeth, thinking to himself, "My wife, she was the one who wanted to kill me, please don't be angry."
"Fire arrows!"
Another powerful volley of crossbow bolts rained down, blocking all of Jiang Lanfeng's escape routes.