The night was dark and the mountain breeze was slightly cool. Meng Qi carried Hualun on his back, spread out his Fengshen legs, and ran along the shortest road back to Qinshan City.
Mr. Meng’s Qing Kung is no small feat. Hualun was born in a real sect, and he still has a certain ability to distinguish the quality of martial arts. At this time, he felt the power of catching wind and shadow, and couldn’t help but secretly praise him. However, he recalled Mr. Meng’s heroic spirit in the ruined temple. His posture and words always made him feel uneasy in his heart. After all, Mr. Meng only had four or six orifices, and there were many masters of this level and above among the followers of the Luo Sect. Being too careless and arrogant would only lead to a desperate situation.
Fortunately, he is good at Qinggong. Hua Lun thought happily, according to the Qinggong and body skills that Mr. Meng has shown so far, he can still run away if he can't be beaten.
Meng Qi was full of pride, but he was not negligent at all. His four orifices were operating at full strength, his eyes were watching six directions, and his ears were listening in all directions to prevent being attacked by others.
In the dark night, the forest, mountains and rocks are like monsters lurking quietly, teeth and claws showing, making people feel heart palpitated.
Suddenly, a figure appeared from the forest on Meng Qi's left and right, holding a long and strange weapon in his hand, and attacked Meng Qi up and down.
Carefully, Hualun paid close attention to what was going on around him.
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Meng Qi's long sword stabbing to the left and cutting to the right like a drunkard wielding it. After a clanking sound, the two figures retreated diagonally forward, blocking the road.
The two men were dressed in black and white robes, with disheveled hair. They looked like ghosts. The weapons they held were long sticks with hooks in front of them. They were quite special. After a slight adjustment, they continued to rush towards Meng Qi.
Hua Lun's eyes narrowed, and he transmitted a message to Meng Qi into the secret passage: The two ghosts of Zhoushan are masters of the four orifices. The lock stick is a strange weapon, and they are good at capturing people.
He took the time to let Meng Qi understand his opponent and improve the possibility of winning.
While they were talking, Meng Qi and Zhou Shan were both rushing forward, and the two sides had already collided.
Locking the stick and grabbing Meng Qi's sword. As soon as the head was swung down, strong winds overflowed, and the power was considerable.
They like to join forces to fight against enemies, which is better than many masters with six orifices.
Meng Qi's long sword did not dodge, and was sent into the hook shape in front of the locking stick. Then when the opponent's old strength was exhausted and new strength was not yet generated, he stirred up, flying the locking stick, and hit another falling one. The front end of a locking stick.
Two jingles. The locking sticks flew all around, and Meng Qi stabbed from left to right. The two ghosts from Zhoushan screamed and retreated, covering their faces, and fled into the forest in panic.
It is said that Hua Lun was halfway through his words when he saw the two ghosts of Zhoushan were defeated. He could only stop abruptly and praised Mr. Meng. Good swordsmanship
Ridiculously praised. Meng Qi smiled and spoke, and did not chase after him. He continued down the mountain road and exited the forest. Ahead is a dangerous mountain road, with cliffs on the right and cliffs on the left, and you can vaguely see the miasma.
at this time. A man came out from behind the rock at the entrance of the mountain road. He held a long sword with his hands across his chest. Looking at Meng Qi and Hualun coldly, he did not make a sneak attack, but slowly approached them.
Listening to the Thunder Sword Mo Cheng, a six-orificed or seven-apertured realm, a famous lone swordsman in the mountains and rivers. He is aloof and arrogant, and disdains siege or sneak attack. Unexpectedly, even he has become a follower of the Luo Sect. Because there was still some distance, Hua Lun was able to finish his words calmly, with a rather heavy tone.
Mr. Meng, you must be careful. Mo Cheng's Seven Swords of Listening to Thunder is one of the rare swordsmanships in the mountains and rivers. He himself is also a recognized master in several sects. Hualun spoke very fast and authentically.
When the Mo Chang Sword is unfolded, there is very little change, it is as fast as lightning, and contains the sound of wind and thunder.
Listening to the Seven Swords of Thunder, the first-class fast sword
Facing Mo Cheng's Ting Lei Sword, Meng Qi did not defend and counterattacked. He stabbed out his sword and pointed directly at Mo Cheng's wrist. He struck first.
Mo Cheng's face jumped slightly. He turned his sword and had to change his moves to intercept Meng Qi's sword. Otherwise, before he could hit the opponent, his wrist would be stabbed and it would be difficult to hold the sword.
He circled the sword and spread it out like a fan, but the Bingque Sword that Meng Qi thrust out suddenly tilted up and unexpectedly changed its direction, pointing diagonally at his throat.
It was too late for Mo Cheng to change his moves, so he could only take two steps back to avoid the range of the long sword.
When Meng Qi retreated, he stepped forward as if he had expected it. As he advanced and retreated, he always maintained the same distance, as if he had measured it.
Watching such a battle, Hua Lun was slightly stunned and had stopped describing the characteristics of the Seven Swords of Listening to Thunder.
Seeing that it was difficult to dodge the throat-piercing sword, Mo Cheng gritted his teeth and stabbed out the long sword, pointing it at Meng Qi's throat as well, intending to risk his life and survive.
As long as the other party is not willing to lose both sides, or even die together, he will be able to relax.
Meng Qi's long sword suddenly turned, and completely violated the rules of sword use. He slapped Mo Cheng's left shoulder with the sword blade. The force was so strong that Mo Cheng lost his balance and stumbled to the side uncontrollably. His long sword naturally also Then he lost his accuracy and failed to stab Meng Qi.
There was a cliff to the right of Mo Cheng. After staggering a few steps, he fell directly into the clouds and mist. His screams frightened the birds in the mountain.
In this fight, Mo Cheng was completely defeated in just a few breaths, and Hualun's Seven Swords of Listening to Thunder had not even begun to be described in detail.
He fell silent, not knowing what to say.
Meng Qi didn't waste any time and set foot on the mountain road, traveling quickly at night.
The mountain road is narrow and can only allow two people to pass side by side, but for a person like Meng Qi, who is outstanding in Qinggong and body skills, there is no problem at all, as if walking on flat ground.
Halfway through, Meng Qi and Hua Lun, who had opened their eyes, saw a figure running along the mountain road in front of them. Apparently Mo Cheng's screams attracted the attention of their accomplices, so they went up the mountain in the opposite direction, planning to go up the mountain road. Interception.
Hua Lun's tone became particularly solemn: It was the Luo Jiao Zukong envoy who injured me. He had at least seven orifices, and his black god's palm was superb, and his strength was still higher than Mo Cheng's.
He was vaguely afraid of this Zukong user, reminded Meng Qi again, and planned to describe the uniqueness of the opponent's martial arts.
Meng Qi raised his sword and charged forward. After two breaths, he met Luo Jiao Zukong's envoy. The long sword was slashed out in an unorganized and crooked manner, as if it was wielded by an ordinary person who did not understand martial arts.
His movement skills are mysterious and he likes to expose flaws on his left side to lure enemies.
Faced with this unconventional swordsmanship, Zikong was inevitably stunned. He made a mistake with his palms and was about to hit the blade of Meng Qi's long sword.
Meng Qi suddenly struck the ground horizontally with his long sword, slapping it in Zikongzhi's palm. He took advantage of the force and flew up. The sword's light was bright again, pure and clear.
The black divine palm of his right hand can make two layers of Hualun. Before he finished speaking, he saw Meng Qi flying over Zikongshi's head like a big roc spreading its wings and landing behind him.
He hurriedly turned around, only to see that Zukong had fallen on his back and fell into the cliff. He could vaguely see a trace of blood between his eyebrows, his eyes were wide open, and his expression was frozen.
This is too fast, Hua Lun thought blankly.
With this sword, Meng Qi transformed Yama Luotie into the Dugu Nine Swords. Although it was incomplete, it was enough to kill the empty envoy if the flaw was found.
After his feet landed on the ground, Meng Qi didn't even look back. He was completely indifferent to the assassin behind him and continued to move quickly with his sword, not doubting the effect of the sword just now.
The mountain road was steep and long, but Meng Qi ran with all his strength and quickly reached the foot of the mountain. As soon as he turned into the official road leading to Qinshan City, he saw a fat monk standing in front of him, holding a thick and heavy water mill. Zen staff.
Hua Lun opened his mouth, but finally chose to shut up without saying a word.
The fat monk danced his Zen staff, and the wind blew heavily in his face.
Meng Qi's long sword casually hit a certain position on the body of the Zen staff. The Zen staff suddenly lost control. It seemed that it had been affected by a force of four or two, and it suddenly changed direction, pulling the fat monk forward.
Meng Qi sidestepped slightly, speeding up. When he passed by, his long sword suddenly retracted, and he continued to run wildly. The fat monk behind him dropped his water-milled Zen staff to the ground, covered his chest, and slowly fell down.
The official road between the three mountains and four rivers was relatively flat. Meng Qi used his Fengshen legs with all his strength and strode forward. Not long after, he vaguely saw Qinshan City, while Hualun on his back remained silent and his eyes were slightly dull.
Mr. Hua, why didn't you describe the situation of the fat monk just now so that I could have something to focus on? Meng Qi suddenly smiled and said.
Hua Lun said in a dull voice: I think it’s meaningless, and there’s no time to finish.
The scene in the ruined temple that impressed him suddenly appeared in his mind. Meng Gong fired his sword loudly and said proudly:
Let them try the sword. . .