The Iron-Hand Demon's toes were slightly raised, bringing up a strong wind, and kicked Meng Qi in the chest as he ran, fiercely and sharply, as if he wanted to vent his anger at the failure of the mission on this verbose boy.
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All he saw was that the boy in front of him seemed to be stunned and unresponsive. The door was wide open, allowing him to kick with his right foot.
Huh, he's just a guy who's good at inquiring about rumors in the world. What a show off.
As mentioned before, everyone in the world who moves around a little knows, and he didn't recognize himself and others. He could only identify his identity and introduce his strength through conversations with each other. It was nothing special. In the end, it was even more... Young Master Wang of Zhoujun made a mistake in judging his strength and obviously did not have good eyesight.
Look at him, he's only eighteen years old, and he's hanging out among sailors, what kind of future can he have
Shan Xiumei, the Prince of Zhou County, and his old servant were far away from each other and could not be saved. He sighed in his heart because another innocent passerby had been hurt.
We must catch the iron-handed man and demon and punish him properly. Only in this way can we show the awe-inspiring spirit of Zhou Jun Wang's family.
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The iron-handed man-demon kicked Meng Qi with such force that he was about to kick him until his internal organs were damaged and he died. However, after the force was released, his body was completely empty and there was no response. The opponent's body seemed to be empty and he could not feel anything.
Without internal strength and strength, this foot can only make a slight sound.
Just when the Iron Hand Demon was surprised, suddenly, a familiar force surged back, fierce and sharp, passing through his toes, causing him to feel paralyzed all over, and the blood in his chest surged, making him extremely uncomfortable.
His body was paralyzed, but his running momentum did not stop. He fell forward. Meng Qi turned slightly sideways and let him fall from his side. With a plop, the iron-handed man's entire face sank into the meat-cooked pot. Iron pot.
The rich umami flavor penetrates into the nostrils, into the mouth, into the eyes, and the hot boiling soup cooks the skin. Brings extreme pain.
The iron-handed man-demon immediately recovered from his paralysis and was about to turn over and jump away from the iron pot.
Suddenly, the back of his head went numb, his vision went dark, and he lost consciousness.
Meng Qi held a bamboo chopstick in his left hand, and the chopstick penetrated deeply into the back of the Iron Hand Demon's head. A burst of blood emerged from the milky white broth, quickly turning the soup into turbid and dark red.
It hurts so much to waste food. Meng Qi let go of his chopsticks. He clapped his hands and sighed.
The change happened extremely quickly, and the iron-handed man and demon died on the spot as soon as the rabbit rose and the falcon fell. Young Master Wang and Shan Xiumei, who came to intercept and kill them, subconsciously stopped and blinked, not understanding what happened.
The iron-handed man-demon who was showing off his anger just now, a master who has been famous for many years despite being ranked last among the nineteen men-demon of the Tianxue Clan, how could he change from a murderer to a murdered person in the blink of an eye
The murderer still looked calm and calm. It seems that I just swatted a fly to death, and I feel very sorry for the meat pot that was affected.
Carefully recalling the fight just now, it was simple and intuitive. After the iron-handed demon kicked the opponent, he lost his balance and fell to the ground, with his face stuck in the iron pot. The murderer took advantage of the situation and picked up the bamboo chopsticks in his hand. Without looking back or looking, he thrust straight back, inserting it into the back of the Iron Hand Demon's head with unusual precision, as if the two of them had practiced together many times.
This ability to seize the opportunity, this internal strength to counterattack the iron-handed demon. It all shows that the killer is extremely powerful.
What's even more terrifying is that he seems to be far from using all his strength.
The old servant of Zhoujun Wang's family took a step forward and followed him as if he was crouched. He stood beside the young master. Even he felt that the handsome young man in front of him who was worried about food was in great danger.
The Immortal Seal is so useful. Meng Qi sighed inwardly, and was a little confused because the Iron Hand Demon was too weak.
Even though Mie Tian Clan suffered a huge blow after the magician disappeared. From being rampant to being secretive, the eight heavenly demons and nineteen human demons on the surface do not represent their full strength, but being able to make a name for themselves in any of the nine evil paths is a sign of strength, experience, unique skills, or a certain one A particularly powerful person, even if the iron-handed demon ranks last among the nineteen demons, he will not be defeated so easily by himself.
Meng Qi originally thought that he would have to draw his sword and execute a few moves to resolve the battle, but with the use of the Immortal Seal, the iron-handed demon turned into a fish on the case, allowing him to slaughter it.
After he felt strange, he stopped being merciful and stabbed the Iron-Handed Demon to death with a chopstick to prevent him from being captured alive. He then tortured him to find out some conspiracy that he shouldn't know and provoked the silence of the important figures in the Tiantian Sect.
The revenge after killing the Iron-Handed Man and the secret of a certain conspiracy are found and silenced. The enemies they need to face are definitely different in strength and weakness.
It was quiet on the deck, and no one spoke. Whether they were stunned or confused, all eyes were focused on Meng Qi.
Meng Qi turned to look at the smashed pot and asked the sailor apologetically: Do you still want to eat
The sailor who refused to eat shook his head in fear.
I am not a cannibal, I want to eat fresh brains
Meng Qi took out a broken piece of silver, handed it to the sailor's chief, patted his clothes, and stood up slowly.
In the next week, the king's policy has just affected my brother, and I am really sorry. Mr. Wang restrained his surprise and his expression returned to normal. He came from a wealthy family and had never seen any masters. However, the person in front of him was a bit too young. I wonder if he was a person on the list.
He is considered to be outstanding among his peers in the Wang family, but because all his powerful enemies were killed by his old servant, his performance was not impressive and he was not on the list of people. He has always been worried about it. This time he returned home to talk to his doting mother. , replacing the old servant with a book boy, the disciples of the sect do not come out with expert guards like me, they all rely on their own hard work, so that they can have the effect of tempering.
Meng Qi returned the favor: It was not your fault, it was just the rampant evil spirits.
He is polite and has the appearance of a scholar.
Wang Ce nodded lightly, his expression was not arrogant but he was hiding himself. He said no more, and did not even ask Meng Qi's name. He turned to Shan Xiumei and said: "Miss Shan, why does the evil demon of Mie Tianmen want to deal with you?"
Most men will naturally be attracted to the elegant and fairy-like single eyebrows.
Shan Xiumei fought fiercely, her face was slightly red, and her eyes were full of admiration and gratitude as she looked at Wang Ce: "Thank you, Mr. Wang, for saving me. This little girl is very grateful, and I will definitely repay you in the future."
Sure enough, it was a normal plot after a hero saves a beauty. Meng Qi curled his lips and searched for things on the iron-hand man and demon, and found that there was nothing. There was no identity, no silver secrets, no hidden weapons, etc.
From the very beginning, he planned to eat the King's meal. Could it be that all the money was spent on Huanxi Renmo? Meng Qi sneered.
Shan Xiumei continued: Luo Jiao was active in the mountains and rivers before, which caused many people to speculate. Mie Tianmen also invited the nearby Huanxi Demon and Iron Hand Demon to come over. They took a fancy to the Qinshan Sword Sect's extraordinary stones. He wanted to plot to seize it, but he happened to be bumped into by the little girl, which ruined the good thing. So he hated the little girl, quietly followed the boat, and suddenly launched an attack today.
Wang Ce enjoyed Shan Xiumei's eyes and nodded slightly: I heard that the strange stone from the sky was thrown once, when Zhang Zhihui, the god of the blazing sun, was present.
He had a chance encounter with Zhang Zhihui, when he had a banquet with Wang Siyuan in Jiangdong.
Yes, it was only thanks to the help of a Xiliang swordsman that the strange stone was snatched back from Luo Jiao. Her beautiful eyebrows and beautiful eyes peeked at Wang Ce with hidden admiration.
When Meng Qi heard this, he stopped and listened.
Being able to snatch back the strange stone from Luo Jiao, this Xiliang swordsman's strength is really extraordinary. At what level should he be a famous swordsman? Wang Ce asked curiously, and also used this opportunity to chat more with Shan Xiumei.
Shan Xiumei thought about it: It is said that he has four orifices, but most of his colleagues don't believe it. They all say that he has concealed his strength, at least six orifices. Luo Jiao's empty envoy is not an easy person to deal with.
He called himself Xiaoyao Sword and had no name in the world. After this incident, Zengxian Sect Hualun praised him for his gentlemanly style and courage. He clearly had the opportunity to observe the strange rocks outside the sky for three days, but he drifted away, so he traveled around the mountains and rivers. Call him the gentleman's sword.
Meng Qi's face turned black and he almost spit out a mouthful of old blood. If you don't know how to choose a nickname, don't use it.
Wang Dan and Wang Dan sat down again, each talked about some interesting experiences, and got along well with each other.
Meng Qi lost his mood, returned to the cabin, put aside his emotions, and concentrated on practicing the Purple Thunder Power and pondering the Purple Thunder Sword Technique.
The true energy was flowing, slowly moving along the path of Zi Lei Jin. Meng Qi was in a state of ethereal inner vision, with no worries, no joy, no expectations and no disappointments.
When the purple thunder power was about to run for a week, purple thunder marks stood out on the back of his left hand, and a trace of electricity merged into the true energy.
It really helps a lot. This is the first time Meng Qi tried to practice Zi Lei Jin after thinking about it for more than half a month. He didn't expect Lei Hen's assistance to be so obvious.
With it, he is like a half-Thunder God, and practicing Purple Thunder Power will get twice the result with half the effort.
Wisps of true energy transformed into purple electric light, so fierce and domineering that even though it belonged to him, Meng Qi felt the terror within it.
He gathered his mind, and after running the numbers of eight or nine, he slowly condensed the purple thunder energy, condensed it into a thread, and hid it in his dantian.
This is a means to apply the method instead of majoring in the method, so as not to conflict with the Eight-Nine Mysterious Technique and the Golden Bell Cover Zhenqi.
Boom
The slight sound of the deck reached Meng Qi's ears.
What's going on? He finished his exercise and went out with his sword in hand. The white snow outside reflected the moonlight, and everything was cold and quiet.
Meng Qi searched for a while and found a man near the deck. His clothes were in tatters and covered with dark blood.
Meng Qi, the young master named Tang, recognized him as the young master surnamed Tang who had been assassinated before. Unexpectedly, he survived after being stabbed in the throat. He might have been hiding at the bottom of the boat, or he might have been holding on to the hull of the boat.
Meng Qi hurried over and was about to help him heal his wounds when he saw Mr. Tang's eyes widened with tears streaming down his face. There was pleading in his eyes, but he was no longer breathing.
It turned out that he climbed onto the deck after regaining his consciousness, and died before he was discovered. Meng Qi leaned down and looked at the things on Mr. Tang's body. . If you like this work, you are welcome to support it, it is my biggest motivation.