Ink carp has seen many masters.
These masters are not very ordinary, even if they are famous according to the habits of the rivers and lakes, what they do next is not ordinary.
First of all, I would like to talk about Qin Lu. Mr. Qin has three goals in practicing martial arts: to keep fit, to walk farther to cure more diseases, and to have high internal strength to cure some intractable diseases. The former No. 1 master in the world didn't practice martial arts for fame and fortune, and naturally he didn't have the will to be competitive.
Followed by Xue Ting, his poisonous skills are superb, but he is not ready for the fire. Strictly speaking, Xue Ting is not enough to be called a top expert. There is also Gong Jun who is also short on the fire. Although he has excellent swordsmanship and first-class swordsmanship, Gong Jun has no interest in trivial matters in the arena and is dedicated to being an official and making a fortune and raising eight raccoon slaves to live happily. These two are mixed in the rivers and lakes and feel that it is not easy to live a good life, so they wiped their faces and ran to the officialdom to find a stable life that can afford a family. Do Jinyiwei.
Although Meng Qi's martial arts are high, if he is a Jianghu person, probably the whole Jianghu will not admit it. In particular, when Meng Qi fought with the Chu army in the Quartet, he only learned a little bit of martial arts. In the decades after the establishment of the Chu Dynasty, his martial arts cultivation increased greatly, but he took a lot of detours because no one gave him guidance. In addition to his lack of fame, very few people knew about him. It wasn't until the Qi Dynasty that Chu Li and Meng Qi became successful in martial arts. At that time, he was squatting in the mountains to raise little dragon veins!
Master Yuanzhi, with a strong foundation and strong inner strength, is much better than Gong Jun. However, the old monk was devoted to Buddhahood, and there was always one precept that he could not let go of, and he had been a walking monk for decades.
The mysterious killer leader of Piaoping Pavilion, Su Li, is very qualified to be a killer. Except for Fengxing Pavilion, only the dead know him. Even Gong Jun, who was the commander of Jinyiwei, didn't know that there was already a younger generation in the world whose swordsmanship surpassed him.
In the end, he is also the only two masters who have a splendid reputation in the real arena: Zhao Zangfeng, the ancestor of Qingwu, who wants to cut the dragon veins into immortals, and Ning Changyuan, the swordsman who specializes in selling fake roads and vacations.
Now that Zhao Zangfeng is dead, and Ning Changyuan still doesn't know where to do his "business", who else can the unknown master appear across this wall
Only the one who appeared in the mouth of the swordsman, his "beneficiary", the real owner of Piaoping Pavilion, and the head of the suspected Xiliang power to restore the country.
... a terrifying death.
It's not murder, it's death. The difference between the two is very obvious. Su Li holds the hilt full of killing intent. This is an invisible deterrent, just like the instinct of a tiger in the mountains when hunting, and this deadly aura is more like it already exists. The barren Gobi where no life can be found.
The swordsman Su Li has murderous aura, but he is alive and vigorous.
This person seems to have already died.
If he hadn't known for sure that there were no ghosts in the world, Mo Li would almost suspect that behind the wall was a dead soul, a ghost that often appeared in the storybook.
because-
"The aura is changing."
Meng Qi grabbed Mo Li's hand and wrote very quickly with his fingertips.
Voice transmission may be heard by those with higher internal strength, and it is safer to write, but now they cannot judge the strength of the other party.
This is a situation that has never been encountered before.
If the high standard is not measured by Meng Qi's force value, all the people under Meng Qi are not considered to be the top masters, then including Mr. Qin (really old, his strength has regressed), the only masters Mo Li has ever met are The ancestor of Qingwu is alone.
But even if the ancestor of Qingwu was resurrected, he would not give Mo Carp such a vaguely uneasy feeling.
No sound can be heard inside or outside the walls, no birds or insects.
When Mo Li regained his senses, he found himself holding his breath.
Madam Liu and the others were even more unbearable, panting desperately in embarrassment, covering their chests with their palms and twitching.
How can there be any martial arts in the world that can suffocate people by releasing internal force? At most, people feel that their body is stiff and unable to move, or they forget to breathe for a while, and it will never come to the front, like an invisible hand pinching the heart and covering the mouth and nose.
Mo Li was very lucky, and quickly broke free of this shackle.
"It's really spiritual."
Mo Li's face was as ugly as Meng Qi's.
Others may think that this is an evil art, and only two dragon veins know the truth.
- All the free spirit energy near the Temple of the City God was driven over and pressed around the courtyard wall.
People are inexplicably suffocated and unable to breathe.
A place with too strong aura, or a place with a sudden increase in aura, will not be able to adapt to it for a while. Thanks to the fact that there are not many auras near the Chenghuang Temple in Run County, if it is a place rich in aura in the mountains, this hand can directly make people weak and weak. the life of the person.
Emperor Yongchen of the Qi Dynasty was terminally ill, and this person didn't have to do anything. Just the effort of breaking into the palace and standing on a half-stick incense, Emperor Qi was about to die.
Ink carp is not afraid of such means, what kind of spiritual energy is Longmai afraid of
But why can the other party drive the spiritual energy
Reiki is intangible, it is a self-generated thing between heaven and earth. The dragon veins are transformed by the spiritual energy, and the ink carp uses the spiritual energy as an internal force, and the unknown master on the other side of the wall is actually using his own internal energy to drive the spiritual energy? How did you do it
Dragon veins will not!
Meng Qi could only use his spiritual energy on Shangyun Mountain, Moli could only do so on Qimao Mountain, and there was no dragon vein in Runxian!
Driven by spiritual energy, he is full of death energy... Such a contradictory and outrageous existence completely stumped Meng Guoshi.
What the hell is outside this wall
people? ghost
Mo Li subconsciously wanted to hold Meng Qi's shoulders, but he couldn't act rashly.
Unexpectedly, Meng Qi was one step faster.
Meng Qi firmly grasped Mo Li's hand, preventing Mo Li from having a chance to probe forward.
So the two sides confronted each other across a wall.
Lady Liu and the others struggled for a while before finally getting used to it. They struggled to grab the weapons scattered on the ground, their eyes wandering. It stands to reason that they should help the master at this time, especially this person in front of him seems to be a descendant of the Chu Dynasty national master, who is the great enemy of the monks of Mojiati Temple and even the country of Xiliang, but the master is arrogant and arrogant in martial arts. Not allowed to add another level of guilt.
Thinking like this, the masters of Xiliang are extremely entangled, and they are frightened and uneasy in their hearts.
Mo Li took a step back slowly and his eyes fell on them.
Lady Liu's eyes were sharp, and she vaguely glimpsed the blade of a blade in the sleeve of the left arm that was hanging down from the ink carp.
The bladeless blade is completely dim, even the tip of the blade is no exception. The bleak blade points down slightly—
The stagnant and accumulated spiritual energy in the courtyard was pulled by the inner force of the black carp and began to flow.
The ink carp can't attract the aura like the people outside, but you can try to drive them away, because this is not where they should stay.
"Um?"
A low, seemingly unexpected sound came from outside the wall.
The strange weight suddenly disappeared, and the spiritual energy flowed back in all directions like a river that had opened its gates happily.
The Xiliang master's face changed color, as if there was an invisible hand that had just shoved them under the deep water and now forcibly pulled them into the air. They don't know the existence of spiritual energy, they only think that the martial arts practiced by the master has the ability to hurt people's heart.
In the current situation, the enemy was not injured, but they were the unlucky ones who were subordinates.
Lady Liu didn't dare to stay any longer, she gave Meng Qi a vicious look, and was about to leave in a hurry.
Mo Li's eyebrows, who were ignored by them, twisted.
Liu Niangzi suddenly saw the fallen leaves that had been cut off by the Kong Hua Formation flying up, as if to cover her vision, she jumped back vigilantly, and the weapon in her hand slashed very quickly.
A swirling fallen leaf collided with the blade.
Lady Liu's wrist was numb, and then she felt a powerful internal force swept up, and the fallen leaves mixed with scattered bricks smashed towards her face. She hurriedly blocked, and even dragged her companions to block and tried to form a formation in the middle, but the gust of wind that rose from the ground forcibly pushed her away a foot away, almost hitting her head against the wall.
When he looked up again, he found that there were cracks in the ground and courtyard walls.
Looking along the spreading crack, a short knife with no brilliance flipped over between the robes embroidered with golden laurel.
"Borrowed well!"
Meng Qi was refreshed and kicked on the courtyard wall in time.
The sword of the ink carp seems to be ordinary, but in fact, with the help of the spiritual energy of the scattered four retreats, its power has increased sharply.
During the shock of internal forces, the courtyard wall was crumbling, and was struck by Meng Qi, and it fell apart in an instant, and all the bricks and stones were thrown into the air.
The smoke dispersed, revealing a man wearing a hat.
The man in the bucket hat didn't say a word, his aura changed, and those bricks and stones that had been released from the inside became a piece of flying sand before they hit the ground.
Sand is charming.
Just when everyone was about to blink, a strong wind blew up in their ears, and a figure with a robe fluttered in the corner of their eyes.
Dou Liren, Meng Qi, Mo Li... The three of them were not slow, and they exchanged seven moves in an instant.
Dou Li's body method is strange, it is vaguely the martial arts of Mojieti Temple, but it is many times more brilliant than Liu Niangzi and others.
The ink carp even changed the five-way grappling hand, but failed to touch the corner of the hat man's robe.
At the same time, the Dou Li man wanted to make a sinister ultimate move, but because the two opponents marched together and retreated together without any flaws, the move failed.
The strong wind swept up the gravel, and the three shadows that were almost indistinguishable by the human eye swept the stronger wind, and they collided silently. A huge vortex formed.
The vortex rose higher and higher, and in the distance, it looked like a sand dragon that was about to ride the wind away from the blacksmith's shop.
The passers-by were stunned, and then ran away desperately.
"There is a demon dragon!"
"The monster is here! Everyone, run for your life!"
Not to mention this street, even the people from three streets away hurriedly closed the doors and windows, eager to get under the bed.
"not good."
Mo Li looked at the surrounding houses.
Meng Qi drew his sword, and the purple air rushed into the sky.
The man in the bucket hat stretched out his arms, and there was a bloody gleam in each of his hands.
"Love Sword..."
"Blood and Bone?"
Meng Qi's voice was completely unexpected, but the man in the hat had already guessed it.
Yellow sand buried blood and bones, Qingjiang buried heartfelt love.
The most prestigious weapons in the arena that have not disappeared for many years actually met in this way.
The mace is a pair of iron whips, three feet long and not light in weight.
The whole body of the blood bone mace is dark red, and the whip body is like a spine, with slightly protruding edges and corners.
At this moment, the double mace turned into a sharp light, and I saw that the "Jiao" half body was bright red, and it was urgently pressing the edge of Zijian.
Both of them are almost at their peak.
Meng Qi did not flinch, and directly poured in 100% of his internal strength, intending to test the opponent's skills.
The man in the hat also seemed to have this plan, and the blood and bones slashed down.
Mo Li stabilized his body and sank slightly, trapped the man in the bucket hat in front of Meng Qi, and slashed out with both knives.
"boom!"
Shocking noise.
The county magistrate was originally scolding the yamen for catching fast and useless, but let the bandits run wild in the city, and even made trouble in the Temple of the City God not far from the county government. Before he could mobilize his troops to suppress it, he felt the ground vibrate faintly, followed by a loud explosion like thunder.
The county magistrate was unsteady and fell down on his horse. This time he even knocked out one of his front teeth.
He didn't have time to get angry, hurriedly put his head in his hands, and asked in a loud voice, "What's going on?"
The yamen crawled in and stammered, "The houses on the street of the City God Temple have all collapsed. There are demons! Someone saw the demons!"
The author has something to say: this is not a dragon vein
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Ink Carp: Really a master of the world
[Looking at Meng Qi], and then thought about Qingwu ancestors, and the man in the bucket hat that appeared in this chapter, and finally—
Mo Li said firmly: I vote for Gong Jun!
Meng Qi: ? ? It's fine if it's not me, how come it's not Qin Lu? Gong Jun's martial arts can only beat Xue Ting, but can't beat Xue Ting's poison? ?
Ink carp: Count the eight raccoon slaves.
Meng Qi: …