Ning Changyuan: "..."
Daoist Ning originally wanted to applaud, but suddenly saw Meng Qi's expression.
Okay, anyway, your relationship is not ordinary, and it's not a big deal to learn a few tricks from each other.
In fact, hundreds of years ago, martial arts masters came out in large numbers, and they did not stick to one faction. Those who held on to their ancestral foundation and stood firm would soon fall behind in the arena and become second-class. Best friends and fellow experts often test each other's martial arts. After fighting a lot, there is always a trick that can be learned in both physical and mental well-being.
Who is not a martial arts wizard
As long as you are willing to think about it carefully, try to figure it out repeatedly, and take it out to bluff people steadily.
As for why it is bluffing, because it is a single move, it is difficult to use it coherently.
One is that it does not match his own martial arts, and it is not easy to change it abruptly. Second, it is not necessary. After learning a hundred schools, it is ultimately to create a new martial arts.
Even if the tricks have the form and spirit, the ink carp cannot be restored with bare hands, and it needs the help of flames to reproduce the majestic power of the blazing sun.
Daoist Ning recalled the flame dragon that appeared at first sight, and felt that Mo Li's hand was the real accident.
It's not exactly similar, it's just like a dragon, it's really similar.
The dragon's head and the dragon's tail are complete as a whole, not to mention that even the dragon's whiskers and dragon's eyes can be found, and the mighty force that flies into the air is overwhelming, like a living thing. This is not the job of a martial arts master at all. Is it possible that he always splashes ink and draws dragons on weekdays, and now he is so proficient with internal strength
Ning Changyuan's painting skills are not bad, otherwise he wouldn't be able to do imitation. At this moment, he has a strong interest. He looked at the ink carp, and he couldn't see that he was a fan of painting dragons. For example, he liked painting horses and painting tigers. , those who draw raccoon slaves, and those who love to draw bamboo, chrysanthemum, orchid plums, and dragons are not uncommon.
Except for the dragon and the tiger, the other... I really can't make a move.
Just imagine that the flames rolled over, and a naive raccoon slave popped out, right
Ning Changyuan turned his back, and the frightened disciples of the Holy Lotus Altar took a step back, wishing to learn the legendary earth escape method.
"Where to go!"
Ning Changyuan didn't want to let go of the white-boned old man who was good at using Gu poison, so he chased after him with his sword.
The holy lotus altar was completely chaotic this time. This sword shocked everyone. They realized that the situation was over. The martial arts of Ning Changyuan and the three were too high. Can you guarantee that it's not you who died
The mob finally lived up to its name, and everyone fled, including the rebels.
"Dragon, it's a dragon... How can it be a demon?"
"Where's Xingjun?"
The man who killed the red eyes finally came to his senses, looking at the crooked carriage, the cowardice that had disappeared for a long time came back to his mind.
In front of it is a solid city wall, and there is a "dragon" that can show its true appearance, and outside this city, on the vast land of Jingzhou, there is money and food, why should you die here? Oh, the saintess told the protector that if they captured the Nanping Prefecture, they would be able to use the practice of the Temple of the City God to summon heavenly soldiers and generals to eliminate the devil and save the calamity.
Forget the devil, this calamity is not over!
The rebel army receded like a tide, and even if someone wanted to restrain them, they couldn't control it.
The generals of the Heavenly Granted King gritted their teeth and left the green hills. If they died here today, they would have nothing to hope for.
Although the former Yizhou soldiers were reluctant in every possible way, they turned their heads and ran for their lives in fear as everyone around them had to be carried away. They looked at the city head, and looked at Mo Li Meng Qi with resentment and hatred in their eyes.
Just a little bit, just a little bit.
"Cough cough." Zheng Tu also stared at the ink carp with the same eyes.
Blood choked into his lungs, but every cough would involve a broken rib, causing severe pain.
In addition, the internal injury caused the internal organs to be injured, and the life was not long.
Zheng Tu's wounded face gradually distorted, he narrowed his eyes and laughed with difficulty: "Do you think you guys won?"
Mo Li didn't look at him again, and turned around to find his knife.
"...Without me, without Master Luo...Unfortunately, even if there is no God-given King, this rebel army will still exist, and the hounds who have tasted blood will not be willing to return to the past." Zheng Tu's strength gradually recovered, and his face turned pale. The red light swept away the decadence and bleakness of the past.
He is about to die, whether he is willing or not, he can only accept this result.
But Zheng Tu did not admit that he was defeated, and it was only his ambition that failed, and the situation in Jingzhou, Jiangnan, and even the whole world could not be reversed.
"Kill!" Zheng Tu sneered and looked sideways at the fleeing people, panting like a bellows, "In front of you, these people are like ants and can be trampled on at will. But how many people can you kill? What? Even if you die of exhaustion, there will eventually be fish that slip through the net... ahem, and the soldiers of the God-given King who were scattered all over Jingzhou before..."
The generals against the army sneaked into the crowd to save their lives before, but now they can't find them.
Zheng Tu carefully planned everything for himself, and the conspiracy will not end because of his death.
The king's army was defeated in Nanping Prefecture, and the generals refused to accept the other. They scattered each other, and then each gathered the remaining soldiers and re-launched the banner of the Holy Lotus Altar, becoming a bandit wandering in the south of the Yangtze River. It is trying to imitate the old years when the troops were slain, fighting each other, causing the beginning of troubled times, the division of the heroes, and finally some of the remaining soldiers will successfully surrender to the Yellow Turban Army of the "local official army".
King Jing's rule in Jingzhou has already existed in name only, giving the rebel army an excellent living soil, and at the same time—
"Ahem, Jingzhou... What a great place, how big a piece of fat, doesn't Qi Chao want it? Does King Ning want it? King Wu is willing to sit at home and watch others fight?" Zheng Tu sighed leisurely, laughing The meaning is twisted, "Kill it, the inexhaustible ants, in the face of the world's general trend, you are also the mayflies."
The mayfly shaking the tree is ridiculous.
Ha, what about the number one sword in the world, the ultimate master
Contrary to Zheng Tu's expectations, Meng Qi was neither angry nor alarmed, and walked slowly with his sword closed.
"You might as well guess, how did Ning Daochang arrive?"
"… "
Isn't it Fengxing Pavilion, Zheng Tu thought about it and said sarcastically: "So you expected Fengxing Pavilion to gather Jianghu people to fight against officers and soldiers."
"It's wrong, it's synergy, at least the Jiangxia defenders are not soft-footed shrimp." Meng Qi said slowly, "Qi Jun will not be willing to take over Jiangnan, and their own court affairs are unclear. Just exaggerate Jiangnan's The epidemic is rampant, the middle one looks like a hungry ghost, and the northern soldiers are not accustomed to the conditions, as long as Ning Wu is willing to give money, then the Qi army will return to Jiangbei when he is addicted to chopping melons and vegetables."
Finally, Jingzhou is not the only people who can be cut or killed.
There are also Yunming Academy, and hundreds of young people who want to avenge the killing of their relatives and ruining their families.
"Stupid." Zheng Tu spit blood and said with difficulty, "You underestimate the ambitions of the world. To tell you the truth, the King of Wu is nothing, and there is a huge variable in Jingzhou..."
"You want to talk about the so-called masters of Mojieti Temple in Xiliang, and their leader Ayan Puka? Dead!"
"… "
Meng Qi raised his eyebrows to look at Zheng Tu, and before waiting for the latter to react, he said coldly, "Perhaps you also want to talk about a poisonous snake dormant under King Ning's command, Mr. Qiu who controlled countless people with his interests? Oh, he died too. It's gone!"
As he spoke, he casually spread his palms, and then curled his fingers one by one, his expression full of contempt.
Even though he didn't say it clearly, he almost wrote "I did it" on his forehead.
Zheng Tu spat out a mouthful of blood.
That's all for Xiliang people, I didn't expect Qiu Si...
Of course, Zheng Tu didn't know that Qiu Siben was about to die. In his opinion, Ayan Puka, who was mysteriously looking for the dragon veins, was as ill as his master, Qingwu ancestor Zhao Zangfeng, but Qiu Si was a real master of layout. It's too far, and Zheng Tu doesn't know much about things, which is enough to make him alert.
How is it possible, how is it possible
"Of course, there are surging rivers and rivers, heaven and earth are always in phase, and heroic advisers are always emerging, but there shouldn't be many who can surpass you, the God-given King and Qiu Si." Meng Qi said lightly, "If you come, just press it down. One, let them be drowned by this torrent!"
The breath in Zheng Tu's heart was completely defeated, he gritted his teeth, and at the last moment of his breath, he did not forget to dig a big hole for Meng Qi: "...cough, okay, I want to see, you How long can you do it, no one can be undefeated forever, can you live forever?"
This world has long been hopeless, ambitious people have ascended to the throne again and again, and the foolish people have been exploited one after another. This is the number of days.
No matter who you are, if you want to save the world, let's be exhausted first!
Zheng Tu wiggled a bit, and just as he smiled, he heard an inaudible voice.
"Why not?"
Zheng Tu suddenly widened his eyes and stared at Meng Qi.
Is this a madman, or a madman like Zhao Zangfeng
The eyes gradually blurred, Zheng Tu's throat was full of voices, but after all, he couldn't spit out a word.
While Meng Qi was talking, he raised his palm and broke his heart.
"I thought he had something behind." Meng Qi said regretfully looking at the corpse.
Ning Changyuan, who came back with the head of the old man with white bones: "..."
Although he didn't know what happened, he felt that Zheng Tu might be so angry that he grabbed the black and white impermanent soul chain, and if he couldn't kick, he would have to kick Meng Qi before leaving.
"When Pindao came, the Autumn Pavilion master gave a firework report, saying that it would be lit after the rebel army was defeated..."
Ning Changyuan turned his head to look inside the city, the fire seemed to be gradually getting smaller, but the situation was a bit wrong.
"Then, the chivalrous man under the city..."
Some people shouted tremblingly from the top of the city.
Meng Qi ignored him and said with a sullen face: "This place will be handed over to Daomaster Ning. When the people from Fengxing Pavilion arrive, we will temporarily consolidate our forces. Don't put any of these elites in Jingzhou into Jiangxia. The most important thing at present is to deal with all parts of Jingzhou. The God-given King defeated the army. I can't let the bureaucrats of Jingzhou delay any longer, and I will go to find the Qi army."
Ning Changyuan agreed, and at the same time glanced at Mo Li, who came back empty-handed, and hesitated: "Doctor Mo, could it be that you haven't retrieved the... knife?"
Mo Li shook his head slightly, his expression a little regretful.
"broken."
The bladeless blade is not a magic weapon forged by a famous master, and the ink carp has only used it for five years.
Mo Li began to practice martial arts, and as the "body shape" raised his heels to control his internal force, he kept changing weapons until this pair of bladeless knives was finalized.
However, this was the knife he brought from Zhushan County, and he accompanied him a lot along the way.
"Another day, I will find a craftsman for Ah Li and recast two excellent knives." Meng Qi immediately untied the Zhongqing sword from his waist and shoved it into it, "Before that, it's better to use my sword, my sword first. The Dharma can also be taught in full.”
Daoist Ning lowered his head silently.
- Infinite way, the explanation of the waistband of the robe will be solved.