The Snow Mountain Sect disciples and others who had been asked for help by Meng Qi in the inn were afraid of the retribution of the Crying Old Man's lineage and were unwilling to risk their lives, so they had no choice but to have Gu Gongzi, Gu Changqing, who had a chivalrous spirit and a heart of compassion, to quietly embroider An Guoxie. and Meng Qi, confirmed that they entered the temple for the night.
At night, he held his long sword and silently walked around the small lake, blocking the vicinity of the temple, but he did not dare to go in. After all, he only had two orifices, and there was a huge gap between him and An Guoxie. Saving people rashly would only lead to death. Or die.
He was not here to save people this time, but to inquire about the situation and find an opportunity to confirm the identity of the captured young monk. In this way, when he arrived at the oasis below, he could invite several seniors to join forces to scare An Guoxie away and fight alone. They may not He is An Guoxie's opponent.
With two whooshes, he climbed up a big tree around the temple, hid in the canopy, and stared at the broken windows.
He had opened his eyes and had outstanding vision. Through the broken part of the window, he roughly saw the scene in the temple. The young monk was lying in front of the incense table, his eyes were closed, as if he was in a coma, and his right hand was as soft as a bone. The ground hung down by his side, as if he had suffered a great trauma, but the white-headed vulture was sitting ten feet away, crossing its legs and adjusting its breath, without any abnormality.
Gu Changqing gathered his thoughts and waited patiently for the opportunity. As long as An Guoxie was distracted, he would throw the paper ball in his hand and let the little monk see it, so that it would be convenient for the future.
The lake behind him reflects the increasingly scarce lights in the oasis, making it quiet and desolate.
The stench in Meng Qi's nose hit his head, and he was extremely alert. He turned his head slightly and saw that under the incense table and under the curtain, he saw the slightly dark Red Sun Evil Suppressing Sword and the Ice Que wrapped in a light gold scabbard. The sword was lying quietly. The hilt of the sword is facing outward, making it easy to pick it up by yourself.
The Lord of Six Paths of Reincarnation is really good at what he does. Meng Qi praised the Lord of Six Paths of Reincarnation. Pretending to moan in pain, he took a step towards the incense table. He closed the distance that seemed far away before and lay on his side with his left hand on the ground.
An Guoxie opened his eyes, looked at Meng Qi who was squirming in pain, and sneered: You can't bear this little pain. I don't think you can experience all my tortures.
His tone was rather regretful.
Meng Qi was provoked and forced to endure the pain. An Guo smiled evilly and continued to close his eyes and adjust his breathing. His injury was stabilized, although it would take some time to fully recover. But there is no need for uninterrupted healing.
With his spirit, energy, and mind as mellow as one, Meng Qi adjusted himself to his peak state, and then patiently waited for the opportunity.
This time, I will make no progress or retreat.
If you can't kill An Guoxie, you will most likely die yourself.
He could not wait for the sad breeze to take full effect, because An Guoxie opened his nose orifices and was very sensitive to the smell of poisonous gas, and his body's nine orifices opened at the same time to construct the inner world. It forms a cycle of its own, and once something goes wrong, you can immediately notice it, so. When the sad breeze is just taking effect, when Anguoxie is alert to external enemies, the sword must be used.
In such concentration. Time seemed to pass very slowly, and Meng Qi was not impatient at all.
An Guoxie closed his eyes and adjusted his breath. Suddenly I felt that the movement of my inner breath was a bit difficult, and I was shocked. Hold your breath and focus your mind on the nose, feeling all kinds of smells that seem to be nothing but extremely keen.
The movement of the inner breath became increasingly difficult and gradually dissipated. Anguoxie's nose had already identified the problem. The small pebbles he clasped secretly in his left hand, with a strong wind, hit the place where the smell came from.
At the same time, he used the Kuangsha magic power with all his strength to resist the invasion of this inexplicable poisonous gas.
Bang, the sound of pebbles hitting the small porcelain bottle suddenly sounded in the quiet temple.
Meng Qi probed his right hand, and the inner energy and spirit suddenly exploded, and a light that was neither bright nor bloody jumped out, as if a call from the heart, and mysteriously and unspeakably slashed at An Guoxie.
The thunder mark on the back of his left hand stood out, with purple drops, and the power of thunder from heaven filled the air.
Part of An Guoxie's attention was on resisting the poisonous gas and eliminating its influence, while the other part was distracted by the direction of the smell and the rest of the temple, fearing that people would attack him and rescue the little bald donkey.
But at this moment, the light of the sword lit up, and the world of mortals rolled in
An Guoxie's eyes couldn't hide the astonishment, surprise and disbelief. He had obviously smashed his Dantian and pinched his arm. How could the little bald donkey still be able to perform such a stunning blow
He had no defense at all, and even when the sword came to him, he suddenly realized who had cut it out
Idiot, your nose is so white that you can't even detect poisonous gas. You might as well cut it off.
What's the use of you being deceived by such a little trick? Believe it or not, ancestor, I will seal your acupuncture points and throw you out to feed the wolves.
Useless things, please kill yourself, lest I, ancestor, waste my energy.
The shouts and curses from the ancestor were heard, and the terrifying pressure of the ancestor was clearly added to his ears. An Guoxie trembled all over, and murmured to himself: I was wrong, ancestor, I was wrong, please spare me.
The ancestor was furious, and even the pressure was much more terrifying than normal. It was vaguely similar to the power of thunder that he had felt when he witnessed the monster going through the tribulation. It made him tremble physically and mentally, and he wanted to kowtow and admit his mistake.
Severe pain hit him, and An Guoxie came back to his senses. In his sight was a dark red sword. The blade was hot and there were faint patterns emerging.
It has already hit my forehead and cheek
No
At this critical moment, the pain became more and more irritating, and An Guoxie's full potential exploded. All the bones in his body, including his skull, were collapsing.
As soon as Meng Qi succeeded with the sword, he felt that the person under the sword was as if he had no bones, retreating with the wind, weak and weak.
An Guoxie's eyebrows and cheeks were half-opened, blood was flowing, and he was dizzy. Finally, he got a chance to breathe. He raised his right hand and slapped the Red Sun Suppressing Evil Knife away with one palm.
Meng Qi was not frightened and remained calm. If he could kill this master with all nine orifices with one knife, he would be surprised.
He raised his left hand, and a black iron dart shot out. At the same time, he raised his toes, and the Bingque Sword was unsheathed and fell into his left hand.
An Guoxie had just slapped away the sword, but before he could regain his breath, he saw a black iron dart opened in front of him. He had to bite the tip of his tongue and use the mystery of Kuangsha Magic to forcefully draw in a breath. Swing your left palm diagonally, and flash your body to the right.
Damn it. Where did he get the hidden weapon
I've obviously searched his whole body
His eyes suddenly focused, and the black iron dart flew closer. The ground suddenly split into seven channels, each striking in seven different directions.
One hit flew away with his left palm, and he dodged two with his right hand, but the remaining four hit An Guoxie solidly.
An Guoxie roared in pain, and a layer of black energy appeared on his face. The poisonous energy from the San Gong that had been gradually resisted by the Kuangsha Divine Art suddenly lost control. The inner energy disappeared and the poison increased.
I couldn't bear to accept that his palms were exhausted, and I roared in my heart. Kuangsha's magic power goes retrograde and operates regardless of the situation.
An Guoxie's body suddenly expanded, just like the beginning of a sandstorm, all the poisonous gas was discharged, and the darts fell down.
But at this moment, Meng Qi's figure was reflected in his pupils. The gray monk's robes were tattered and dirty, his face was handsome and solemn, and he held a sword in his left hand. Posted a post pose.
Then, a pure and condensed sword light lit up, with a strong death aura, making it impossible to retreat. The unprecedented momentum runs straight through Anguo Xie's face.
He can also use a sword
Where did he get the sword from
Facing three consecutive waves of attacks by Meng Qi, An Guoxie had completely changed and could not recover. He could only shrink his head downwards, as if to hide it in his stomach.
After Meng Qi cut him off with a knife. Without the Sacrifice Technique, there is no power to strike again. But he didn't collapse, and he could still perform other sword techniques, and he could also use Yama Tie.
All his spirit and thoughts were concentrated on the long sword. There was only one belief in his heart, either he died or I died.
The sword was stern, powerful and murderous. It penetrated An Guoxie's eyebrows before he could soften his bones and move his head downwards.
An Guoxie had a strange expression, he seemed to be crying, he seemed to be laughing, he seemed to be in disbelief, he seemed to be angry and unwilling to accept his resentment. His mouth was slightly opened, and he wanted to say something, but there was only a loud sound.
A translucent sword was nailed between his eyebrows, and blood was flowing out.
I lost, actually to a little bald donkey who just got enlightened.
Why is this happening? Why can he recover from all his injuries? Why does he have swords, swords and hidden weapons despite his great improvement in martial arts
But even so, as long as I come back to my senses, I can still kill him.
I'm not willing to give in
Snap, he fell to the ground on his back, revealing the Bingque sword with bright red and milky white tips on the tip, his eyes wide open, and he refused to close his eyes.
Deceased: An Guoxie.
Identity: The disciple of the Crying Old Man; the white-headed vulture; the master of all nine orifices; the thirty-sixth on the list of people.
Cause of death: sword in the eyebrow, poisonous attack.
Death condition: softened bones, blackened skin, knife marks on the cheeks, and a hidden weapon on the body.
Murderer: Shaolin Zhending.
Seeing An Guoxie fall to the ground, Meng Qi did not dare to neglect, stretched out the Red Sun Evil Suppressing Sword in his right hand, and with a strong wave, separated An Guoxie's head and body, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.
Finally killed him
Finally saved myself
If Yan Luo Tie had hesitated for a moment, An Guoxie would have shortened his neck and avoided the vital point. He could only use the Sacrifice Technique to activate Luo Hongchen and deliver the final blow. Even if he could kill An Guoxie who had no time to recover, , I am exhausted and will have a difficult time in the future. Any horse bandit can kill me. After all, this is the second time I have used the Sacrifice Technique, and the backlash will be more serious.
Looking at An Guoxie's deadpan face, Meng Qi suddenly recalled the torture he had suffered before. He felt happy and laughed loudly. Didn't he say that he was going to crush the rest of my body? Didn't he say that he was going to use all kinds of torture to torture me? How can I lie down now? Stay silent
Hum, I am so compassionate that I won’t torture your corpse.
Meng Qi felt proud for a while. No matter how unexpected it was, no matter whether An Guoxie's strength remained at 50% or 60%, being able to kill a nine-aperture master with the strength of four apertures was a feat worth being proud of. It was a shocking achievement. The incredible thing about losing big teeth.
Moreover, this shows that his sword skills and internal skills have truly entered the ranks of masters.
An Guoxie is ranked thirty-sixth on the human list. Now that I have killed him, could it be that it is not good to replace him in the ranking? My real strength may not even be at the level of a first-time member of the human list. If An Guoxie had not predicted Unexpectedly, if I try again a hundred times, I will lose. Meng Qi has always been a divergent thinker. He somehow came up with the idea of ranking. He wanted to be on the list, but he didn't want to be on it, because if he was ranked very high and didn't have the corresponding strength, he would definitely not be able to deal with the challengers that came one after another.
Forget it, let’s ignore such ridiculous things for now, let’s destroy An Guoxie’s corpse or use it to mislead him. Horse bandits are rampant in the vast sea, and nearly one-third of them obey the orders of Zeluo Ju, who is of the Crying Old Man’s lineage. If someone is Knowing that I killed An Guoxie, I was afraid that I would be surrounded by horse bandits as soon as I left the oasis. Meng Qi quickly restrained all his whims and made a decision.
So he raised his sword and unleashed his strength, destroying the wounds on An Guoxie's body to prevent others from seeing his unique move.
Looking at An Guoxie's wide-open eyes, Meng Qi suddenly laughed and said to the corpse: I say, it doesn't matter whether this is a grudge or not. .