Although Meng Qi was making jokes and Mo Li followed to help, the swordsman's shot went straight to the monk Yuanzhi.
"Chong."
The knife was placed not far from the old monk's head.
Although it looks close, it is impossible to go further.
The swordsman's machete, which had drank the blood of many people, was sandwiched between a dark purple soft sword and a dull short blade in tandem.
Under the agitation of infuriating, the sand flew up and the ground sank slightly.
This time, monk Yuanzhi not only had white smoke coming out of his head, but also acupoints all over his body were attacked together, and the whole person seemed to be sitting in a steamer.
The three people who couldn't see their weapons instantly: "..."
It's just a rise in realm, how can it be tossed like a plane soaring
The old monk cultivated hard all his life, but his inner strength was deep but he didn't use it very much. As a result, there was such a big battle.
The swordsman hesitated for a moment, and his subordinates slowed down by a point. The master's trick is to determine success or failure by the slightest, not to mention that he is facing two people.
Mo Li's left hand sank slightly and pushed it away.
The swordsman went astray because the Mo Li suddenly withdrew his gesture. With this strong force, the counterattack that was left behind instinctively went to the Mo Li, and then the right rib was piercingly cold, and the swordsman recovered his senses and twisted his body suddenly. Embarrassedly, he dodged Meng Qi's slashing sword.
The mino coat, outer coat, and inner shirt were all torn apart, revealing the skin covered with scars.
The swordsman took two steps back, trying to get out of the range of the sword wind.
His spirit was tense to the extreme, and he was always on guard for the ink carp beside him. For that matter, he was caught off guard by the dull sword light, and his hat was cut in half when he was dodging.
- Ink carp has a bladeless knife in the left and right sleeves, but the swordsman does not know it.
In such a short time, the swordsman had torn his clothes and hats. It wasn't that his martial arts skills were poor, but when he was about to dodge, Meng Qi gave him another sword.
Different from the obvious murderous aura of the swordsman, Meng Qi Moli had no warning when he shot, one person was completely hidden in the breath of the other, and the reaction time for the swordsman was extremely short.
The swordsman replaced the attack with defense, and retreated in a panic.
Meng Qi didn't chase after him. Standing in front of Monk Yuanzhi, he asked unhurriedly, "You are from Piaoping Pavilion. Logically, you are here for the account book. Why do you want to do it without asking a word?"
The swordsman was still silent, his eyes swept back, and he saw the figure of Mo Li.
- The escape route has been blocked, and it is not easy to go.
The short fight was enough for both sides to find out the bottom line. The swordsman's disadvantage is very obvious. Although his martial arts is high, his internal strength is lacking.
Originally, killers didn't rely on deep internal strength to make a living. They paid attention to be sure to hit with one blow, to be ruthless and ruthless, and to kill more people in the shortest possible time. Such people are of course very troublesome. They are not afraid of injury or pain, and they are ruthless enough to sacrifice an arm for someone else's head.
However, in front of Meng Qi Mo Li, this terrifying cruelty was nothing.
Just because the two joined forces, the tacit understanding is far beyond ordinary.
It is impossible for them to find a small and big opportunity under their hands.
The swordsman's heart slowly sank.
Before he came, the swordsman never thought that he would encounter such a predicament. The top masters in the world could be counted on ten fingers, but he had encountered three unknown people. That's all, the two of them are clearly not the same way, but they have this kind of tacit understanding.
It felt like it was more than just two people fighting.
The swordsman glanced at the broken bamboo hat that fell at his feet, and then touched the hole in his waist.
Meng Qi didn't see fear in the eyes of the swordsman, but only found annoyance.
"People are in the rivers and lakes, and they can't help themselves. The two of you have such good skills, you should also apply for a name, so that I can go back to my life." The swordsman said in a hoarse voice.
As soon as he spoke, Mo Li frowned.
Meng Qi noticed this, and shyly refused: "The person who knows the current affairs is Junjie, and Your Excellency is very discerning. In this way, I also have good words to advise you. You may as well listen."
"You and I don't know each other, so I don't need to say more."
The swordsman didn't want to answer at all, but he was unwilling to leave like this, and his eyes couldn't stop flashing.
Meng Qi looked at him and wanted to laugh. He gave Mo Li a look, indicating that although this man has high martial arts skills, he is very shallow. Only showing a pair of eyes can sell his emotions cleanly. No wonder he covers his head and face. .
As soon as someone is proud, Mo Li's hands are a little itchy.
But Meng Qi was right, the dead men caught by Mipu were more difficult to deal with than the one in front of him.
Mo Li thought while looking at the swordsman.
The other party was always entangled with blood and murderous aura, which made the ink carp very uncomfortable. After watching it for a long time, there was still a strange feeling.
Meng Qi continued: "I think your martial arts are not bad, and you are considered one of the best in the arena. Why do you have to be controlled by others and do this terrible business?"
"Being favored by others, working for others. The account book of Sijia Rice Shop is like a hot potato. If it falls into the hands of the two of you, it will only cause endless trouble. Fate, it's better to burn things, my master has an order, whoever robs the account book will not keep a single one."
The swordsman's voice was hoarse, and he was fully alert with the sword, and his body was bent forward into a bow shape because of his nervousness, ready to strike at any time.
"I have little ability to take the two of you, but I am not the only one in Piaoping Pavilion. The clues in the account book will be broken when the two of you are here, and someone will be sent again. The two should plan as soon as possible."
"Oh? I can't see it." Meng Qi looked contemptuous and sarcastic, "If Piaoping Pavilion can come up with a few other experts like you, then there is no need to be a killer to make money. Change your name and surname. You can start a sect and set up a faction by pulling a mob of people, or take advantage of the troubled times to serve the powerful, why don’t you worry about wealth and glory?”
The swordsman was reluctant to say more, so he squeezed a few words out of his teeth: "Killing people, regardless of the level of martial arts..."
Meng Qi looked suddenly enlightened, nodded and said: "Is it the dead man with Thunder Hall Lei Zhenzi? I have seen it before, it was so severe that the soil was blown three feet flat, leaving a big hole in the place, dirty I have a piece of clothing." As he said that, he flicked the dust, as if there was still dust on the clothes.
Inappropriately, the ink carp thought of the gerbil digging the soil.
The face of the swordsman under the mask must be very ugly. He stepped back abruptly and smashed the stone.
No speculation, no soft or hard. This account book cannot be good.
Meng Qi didn't intend to be kind to Piaopingge either.
If he hadn't caught up with Monk Yuanzhi to break through the realm, and wanted to deceive a few pieces of news about Piaoping Pavilion from the swordsman, Meng Qi would not even be bothered to say more.
"Since the two of you are obsessed..."
"Wait, what do you mean by being obsessed?" Meng Qi pretended to be surprised, holding his sword and smiling, "I heard what Your Excellency said, do you still want to leave?"
Do not go and continue to watch the old monk smoke? Don't go and stay for a pair of three
The swordsman couldn't react for a while, and when he realized what Meng Qi was saying, his eyes suddenly turned cold, and his whole body was full of murderous aura.
"You two want to keep my life?"
The swordsman has killed countless people. If he is ruthless and desperate, any kind of master will have a headache.
Meng Qi didn't take it seriously at all. He found out the details of the swordsman and knew that the swordsman's ability could not hurt the monk Yuanzhi. Now that the situation is under control, it is natural to do it with ease. At this moment, Meng Qi showed a stunned expression, and also carried a three-point displeasure of being misinterpreted: "What, what do I want your life to do?"
The swordsman's eyes were cold, and he vaguely felt that Meng Qi's words were not so simple.
Sure enough, the next sentence that pierced his ears seemed like a sharp knife to the bone.
"... living people are only useful."
The swordsman laughed in anger, not only wanting to keep himself, but also wanting to capture it alive
If this word spread, people in Jianghu would be dumbfounded.
Not to mention Piaoping Pavilion, a killer organization that no one can fathom, ordinary killers will commit suicide if they fail. If you can't even do this, the killer's brand will be broken. Who would dare to spend money to hire such a person
Killers only learn two skills, one is to kill, the other is to escape.
The two joined forces in front of him, and the swordsman knew that he was not an opponent, but this did not mean that he had no way to escape.
The swordsman even wanted to see where Meng Qi's confidence came from. Why did he have such a ridiculous idea
Meng Qi was not annoyed, and thoughtfully and proactively echoed what the swordsman thought.
"When martial arts have reached our level, it's hard to stop if you want to run, let alone stop you from committing suicide, but you don't want to die!"
"… "
The swordsman was choked up by this sentence.
He shouldn't have gone up this mountain, and shouldn't have thought about being able to speak with something other than weapons.
The blade was unsheathed again, and the branches three feet away were affected by the invisible killing intent and broke off in response. The swordsman's body is fast, leaving several afterimages in an instant. The light of the sword is like snow training, filling the entire open space, and the sand and gravel are flying in all directions, like a torrential rain.
Mo Li raised his sleeves and blocked the flying rubble for Master Yuanzhi who was meditating.
I saw the dark purple sword light circled a half-arc and suddenly lit up, accurately cutting the snow-like Dao light into two pieces.
All this happened very fast, and the sword light blade took away the radiance of the blazing sun at this moment.
The ink carp appeared silently in front of the swordsman. The swordsman was vomiting blood. He changed his movements several times in a row. Although he could barely break out of the encirclement by relying on the ruthless swordsmanship, the next second would be enough. There was another person blocking his way of retreat.
If this is some famous sword formation, or a combination of two swords, the swordsman will not be so angry.
Obviously there are no rules and no tricks, where does the tacit understanding come from
Even if they eat and live together, grow together, and know what each other is thinking without making a sound, it is impossible to do so.
- Unless there is a master with the same number of exercises and techniques as his own, he will practice with them every day.
Thought and knew it was impossible.
The swordsman became more and more annoyed, especially when he found that the two were gradually blocking the way out.
After several attempts at right and left, he failed, and he only felt that he had turned into a monkey, being driven around by people.
The ink carp over there is more and more puzzled.
In the endless internal force of the swordsman, how can he feel the existence of spiritual energy
It is different from the spiritual energy that is hidden in the meridians of the body after taking the treasures of heaven and earth, and it is not like me and Meng Qi. The spiritual energy and inner strength are not separated from each other. No difference will be found.
Now this spiritual energy is sometimes absent and erratic.
Mo Li could not even be sure that it belonged to the swordsman at first. In fact, his first reaction was that there was a small dragon vein that had just given birth to consciousness in the west to watch the fun.
When it was slowly determined that the root cause was the swordsman, Mo Li was especially surprised.
He couldn't help but ponder, it's neither the transformation of the dragon veins nor the consumption of a lot of elixir, where did this spiritual energy come from? The alchemist said that the destiny of destiny and the fate of qi are all nonsense, and spiritual qi will not follow people for no reason, could it be—
"Brother Meng, do you think he can be transformed into an elixir?"
Mo Li's voice transmission was secret, causing Meng Qi to stumble under his feet, thinking how could this be possible.
The swordsman seized the opportunity and rushed out.
The clothes on the back were gone, and the clothes on the back were also shattered. Jian Feng also left a few bloodstains on his bare back.
The swordsman ran without looking back.
Meng Qi was about to chase, but there was a strong wind behind his head, and he subconsciously avoided it.
Turning his head, he saw that Monk Yuanzhi's tattered cassock was ripped apart by the internal energy released from the outside, his shriveled and thin chest was slowly bulging, and the muscles on his arms appeared one by one, as if they were created out of nothing, out of thin air.
The two Mo Li blinked, lest they see it wrong.
What kind of work is this? Is Buddhist martial arts so bizarre? Can you gain 30 pounds in a blink of an eye
- Incredible, dragon veins have no such ability.
"Where to go!"
When monk Yuanzhi was meditating, he had already heard clearly what was happening around him. After receiving the merit, he immediately picked up the walking monk's wooden staff and chased the swordsman away with a loud shout.
Mo Li looked at the topless figure of the old monk and hesitated.
Meng Qi suddenly laughed.
Mo Li looked at him subconsciously.
Meng Guoshi took the sword slowly and said proudly: "These two must have laughed at my clothes just now in their hearts, and they are all naked now."
The author has something to say: Moli: Is this the point
Mo carp: I think there is something wrong with the swordsman