The thick-backed long sword, with mad power bursting out from fear and trembling, struck Cheng Yong head-on with the force of cutting through Mount Huashan alone.
Cheng Yong raised his palms and crossed them back and forth, trying to knock the long sword away. His martial arts skills were far superior to Meng Qi's, and his eyesight was also the same. The timing of his attack was just right. However, as soon as he raised his iron palms, The injury on the left chest was affected, and the blood flowed out faster. His movements were stagnant, and his palms were temporarily weak. The long knife broke through and hit the front door.
He was a man who had experienced hundreds of battles. He remained calm in the face of danger and fell backwards. He rolled like a lazy donkey to avoid Meng Qi's sword. However, Meng Qi had no fighting experience, so he hesitated and did not take advantage of it. Sheng pursued and launched a series of attacks while Cheng Yong was rolling on the ground.
Cheng Yonglan rolled halfway, pressed his palms on the ground like a toad, and kicked his right foot upwards and backwards, pointing directly at the heart of his imaginary enemy.
This was a trick he used to turn defeat into victory after being cornered many times, and now he also wanted to use it to end the battle.
The touch of his right foot was empty, and Cheng Yong took advantage of the situation to jump up. He happened to see the little monk with red lips and white teeth looking at him, wanting to chase but not daring to chase him. He looked like a rookie who had just started training and had never had any fighting experience.
Mother Cheng Yong cursed in his heart. His tried-and-tested trick failed because the opponent was a rookie and missed the opportunity to pursue him. This made him depressed. After a series of violent actions just now, he felt that the chest injury was getting more serious. The blood flowed more and more, and I felt like I was losing strength. Stars appeared in front of my eyes, as if it would become dark at any time.
No, the wound must be treated first. Although he had become reckless and impulsive after taking the Heart-stealing Pill, and was afraid of being tortured by the drug and dared not disobey the orders of the master of the Yinhuang Castle, Cheng Yong still had normal sense, otherwise the leaders of the controlled factions would have been seen through long ago. .
At this time, he clearly knew that if he didn't take care of the wound and took a few dozen more breaths, he might be seriously injured and fall into coma, becoming a target on the young monk's case.
Just when he was about to tear off his clothes and bandage the wound, he suddenly heard the young monk let out a low roar of dissatisfaction, walked forward quickly, and struck again with his long knife.
Bastard, why didn't you pursue Cheng Yongfa just now? You had to deal with Meng Qi with all your strength, trying to resolve the battle as quickly as possible to deal with the wound.
Jiang Zhiwei was sitting on the ground, leaning against the stone door. She saw Meng Qi looking like a mad tiger, and his sword was as fast as a sword. Although it was unorganized, it was better because of its length and strength. However, Cheng Yong was seriously injured, his martial arts skills declined greatly, and his body His posture was slow and he was unable to seize the opening between the sword's movements to bully Meng Qi.
Jiang Zhiwei, the master who beat her to death with random punches, somehow thought of this saying. Then her heart moved and she shouted loudly: Flirting diagonally upwards.
Although she was hit in the lower abdominal dantian and was temporarily powerless, her eyesight after opening her eyes was still there, so she could naturally see the flaw in Cheng Yong's body skills. Moreover, Cheng Yong was slow at this time, allowing her to point out Meng Qi, otherwise the master would The fight was so fleeting that the opportunity might have been missed before the words were spoken.
Meng Qi slashed for a while, and saw that his sword was like a violent storm, forcing Cheng Yong to close, and he suddenly had the illusion that he was a master of the generation.
This is the random cloak sword technique, right? Meng Qi thought to himself, feeling a little proud. Of course, he still knew clearly that this was not the random cloak sword technique, but the random slashing sword technique. If Cheng Yong hadn't been seriously injured, he would have been killed on the spot. .
Tilt up diagonally. Suddenly, Meng Qi heard Jiang Zhiwei's voice. However, it was his first actual fight and Meng Qi, who had no experience cooperating with Jiang Zhiwei, could not immediately transform what he heard into thoughts in his brain, and then quickly convert the thoughts in his brain. The reaction reached his hand, so he slashed horizontally as usual.
Cheng Yong on the other side could naturally hear Jiang Zhiwei's voice. His heart moved, and he dwarfed and jumped, hitting Meng Qi directly in the abdomen.
The sword flashed and blood spurted out. Cheng Yong covered his left arm and stumbled back.
Then, he jumped up and glared at Meng Qi. With that pounce just now, he jumped directly onto Meng Qi's slashing sword, and his left arm was severely injured.
I promised you to tease me diagonally upward.
Meng Qi faced his glare with an innocent face, and probably understood the changes just now, and said deliberately: I'm sorry, I reacted too slowly and let you down.
Poof, Cheng Yong was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Ha ha. Jiang Zhiwei covered her lower abdomen, laughing so hard that she was almost convulsing. I knew it would be like this. Haha, even if I was killed together with the little monk, I would still die laughing.
Cheng Yong's anger surged, and he tapped his chest a few times with the finger sword of his right hand. The blood stopped immediately. Although the wound was too deep, he was just drinking poison to quench his thirst. The wound would burst out again after ten breaths, and he would probably die directly by then, but he could I can't care so much anymore. If I continue to tangle with this hateful little monk, I may be dragged to death or angry to death.
As soon as he saw Cheng Yong's actions and his expression that seemed to have sworn hatred for him, Meng Qi's smile faded and his heart slowly sank, knowing that what was going to happen next would be life or death.
Heavy pressure enveloped him, and then he subconsciously moved forward and slashed vertically with his sword.
Jiang Zhiwei stopped laughing, supported Shimen, and tried to stand up with difficulty to help Meng Qi. However, her Dantian was the foundation for accumulating energy. Even though it was not severely damaged, it was still seriously injured. In a short period of time, she There is still no way to sort out the scattered zhenqi.
After Cheng Yong's wound temporarily stopped bleeding, he moved his feet. He placed his severely injured left hand on the bottom, and moved his right hand in a half circle to meet Meng Qi's long knife, as if he wanted to use his bare hands to draw the sword.
Meng Qi secretly said something bad and used all his strength to turn the vertical slash into a diagonal slash. He dodged Cheng Yong's right hand, but was hit by Cheng Yong's left hand when he pressed the blade with great force, causing him to take a few steps back involuntarily. .
Unwilling to take advantage of the situation, Cheng Yong followed up with his body and repeatedly pierced Meng Qi's sword with his palms. For a moment, Meng Qi was in danger. If Cheng Yong hadn't been worried about the sharpness of the sword and he couldn't bear another heavy blow, I'm afraid Meng Qi has been killed in the palm of his hand.
No, if I delay any longer, I will definitely die. The great premonition of danger and the shadow of death hit Meng Qi's heart, making his eyes slightly red. The long knife in his hand was still dancing wildly, but thoughts were tumbling in his mind.
Why have I never learned swordsmanship? Meng Qi knew very well that if he were to get started with swordsmanship, given Cheng Yong's condition, no matter how bad he was, he would be able to survive until his injury relapsed or Jiang Zhiwei finished adjusting her breathing. , he could only chop randomly for a while, and he became frustrated.
Before he had mastered the sword technique, suddenly, a flash of light flashed in Meng Qi's mind, and then he thought of Cheng Yong's attempt to seize the sword just now.
He gritted his teeth, his eyes widened, almost bursting his eye sockets, and he slashed vertically with the long knife again, looking as if he was going to die together with Cheng Yong.
Cheng Yong sneered secretly, drew a circle with his right hand, and raised his left hand to meet the sword, while Meng Qi exerted all his strength and had no power left to change the direction of the sword.
The long knife was pinched by Cheng Yong's palms, and immediately fell into his hands. Just as Cheng Yong moved back to grab the knife, he felt that the opposite side was empty, and he was just fighting with the air.
Unfortunately, this caused him to lose his balance and stumble slightly. At the same time, he was shocked to see the little monk take two steps forward in a rigorous manner and punch out with his left fist.
As soon as the long sword entered Cheng Yong's hand, Meng Qi let go of his right hand and gave up the long sword.
Then, he took advantage of the wide open space between Cheng Yong's chest and abdomen, rubbed himself forward, and used his left hand to use the black tiger heart-piercing technique in the Arhat Fist.
Snap, Meng Qi's left fist hit the wound on Cheng Yong's left chest hard. Suddenly, the wound burst open and blood spurted out like a waterfall, covering Meng Qi's head, face, and body.
Cheng Yong made a sound with a heavy throat, held the long knife in both hands, took a few steps back, and looked at Meng Qi, whose face was stained with blood, with an expression of disbelief and shock.
He unexpectedly fell into a trap with a young monk Dao who only knew how to hack and slash, and was killed by him who had mediocre martial arts skills.
Poof, Cheng Yong fell to the ground on his back, causing dust to fly. His eyes widened, and he refused to close his eyes.
Ha ha ha ha. Meng Qi laughed like crazy, fear, fear, suppression, trembling and other inexplicable things poured out. With the blood all over his face, it was especially ferocious. I don’t know how to use swords, but I know how to box. Are you stupid
After venting his laughter, Meng Qi gasped for air, feeling exhausted and exhausted.
Little monk, you have violated your verbal precepts. How can you claim to be old? With the old enemy removed, Jiang Zhiwei breathed a sigh of relief, her joy surged up, and she joked with a smile, but she always felt that girls should not use foul language. Unable to say the word "Lao Tzu".
If I survive the disaster, Buddha will be happy for me and will not blame me. Meng Qi said happily, "Miss Jiang, how are your injuries?"
Seeing that he was about to turn around, Jiang Zhiwei quickly stopped him: Leave me alone for now, pick up my sword and give him a blow between his eyebrows to prevent a surprise attack.
Jiang Zhiwei has been taught how to deal with similar situations.
Meng Qi nodded and took a few steps back. While looking at Cheng Yong intently, he squatted down and picked up Jiang Zhiwei's sword, then cautiously approached Cheng Yong and stabbed him between the eyebrows from a distance.
The long sword pierced the center of his eyebrows. Meng Qi completely relaxed. Cheng Yong couldn't die anymore.
Jiang Zhiwei was in the mood to comment at this time: Little monk, you are very talented. In the first actual battle, you can calmly and keenly grasp the situation, set a trap, overcome fear, throw the knife into a fist, and give him a fatal blow. If you attack, you may not be able to become a master in the future.
hey-hey. When Meng Qi heard Jiang Zhiwei praising him for his excellent martial arts skills, Meng Qi chuckled slightly proudly. He didn't seem to be a fool to learn martial arts.
At this time, the blood on the ground suddenly squirmed and turned into words:
Jiang Zhiwei was determined to rescue Cheng Yong from the sea of suffering controlled by the Heart-Robbing Pill, and completed one of the side tasks, each receiving ten good deeds.
That's okay. Meng Qi and Jiang Zhiwei looked at each other, as if they had heard each other's thoughts. Killing the other was also called saving.
But if you think about it carefully, being controlled by the Heart Seizing Pill is indeed worse than death.
Our previous analysis was a bit wrong. In this case, where can we find a helper? Jiang Zhiwei frowned slightly, maybe we don’t need a helper.
Meng Qi asked in confusion and distress: What’s the point of this side mission
Maybe it doesn't make sense. Jiang Zhiwei suddenly exclaimed, "No, Sister Qi"
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