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Meng Qi's roar was like rolling thunder waves, making people's ears buzz and their hearts tremble.
Ping ping ping ping ping, the wine glasses and tea cups on the round table exploded at the same time, the wine splashed, and cracks appeared on the plates and porcelain bowls.
Ye San's words stopped abruptly as soon as he left his mouth, his eyes were dull, An's head was dizzy, his blood was boiling, and the two maids Ruyi and Chenxiang's legs weakened and they fainted.
Mr. Tang Ren's brows twitched, and the Canglan knife in his hand clattered loudly, blocking Lei Yan away.
The evil calamity struck down on the head, and traces of electric light were stimulated from the blade, and the green thunder flowed, setting off the ancient thunder marks that were vast and upright.
This sword is like a thunderous punishment from the sky. It is both strong and righteous, both positive and fierce.
Ye San suddenly trembled all over, feeling like fear and disgust, but the knife was in front of him like lightning.
Suddenly, the center of his eyebrows split open on its own, and a green and evil eye appeared. The figure of Meng Qi reflected in it was twisted and ugly.
In Yaoxie's eyes, the green flowers bloomed and spread out, like a torrent of waves, hitting Meng Qi.
The green wave surged over him, and Meng Qi's eyebrows swelled, and he released his energy to protect his soul, but even so, he still had a splitting headache, fainted and felt nauseated, and he wished he could pass out directly.
He resisted this feeling, and the evil calamity in his hand continued to be chopped down, but after all, he was affected by it and the speed slowed down a bit.
Ye San had already regained consciousness when the demon eyes between his brows appeared. He raised his right hand, and lightning burst out from his palm, hitting Meng Qi.
His clothes were burnt black, and Meng Qi felt his body go numb. He briefly lost his right hand's ability to sense the evil calamity. He no longer had the ability to use the long knife as an extension of his body, sensing the flow of the opponent's true energy and changes in his muscles.
His golden bell and immortal seal were not yet strong enough to withstand lightning strikes and dissolve lightning, and could only keep the meridians of his body from much damage.
Suddenly, the thunder mark on the back of his left hand stood out, dripping purple, and all the electricity that entered his body poured in, and the paralysis quickly disappeared.
But this time. Ye San's left fist has already been fired, clumsy in changes, simple and strange, wrapped in a layer of black flames that make people feel heart-stopping.
Tang Ren drew his sword before Ye San hit Meng Qi. The Canglan Saber was swung out, and turbid waves surged around him. With the force of the knife, it struck Ye San in waves.
He has mastered the true meaning of the Lijiang Sword Technique, and can use the power of water and the speed of the knife with ease. If there is no Canglan Sword, the true energy will be released outwards, forming a wave, which will be pressed heavily one by one, making the enemy's sword like several swords, heavy and unstoppable.
But after having the Canglan Sword, with a little stimulation, the waves have condensed and combined with the infuriating energy. It is even more unpredictable. It is like a river tide, rolling in, covering an area and adding all kinds of dangers.
The small building was facing the Shang River, and waves suddenly jumped up from the quietly flowing river, which seemed to reflect Tang Ren's sword.
The round table shattered. Instead of being split into two pieces by the sword energy, it was directly crushed to pieces, and all the porcelain plates, bowls and chopsticks were reduced to slag.
Ye San still maintained the posture of hitting Meng Qi, the black flame in his left fist flickered on and off, and was eventually suppressed by the turbulent waves, causing his whole body to sink. There was a chorus of broken bones, and bodily fluids and blood spurted out.
When the sword light passed, Ye San was already a puddle of mud.
Even though all the nine orifices are open, the internal strength is strong, and he is close to half a step outside the scene, he is still old and frail, after such a knife. There was sweat on Tang Ren's forehead, and his pale hair looked like it had been poured with water. Fortunately, he had learned the true meaning of the Rijiang Sword Technique, so it would not be as difficult to activate the Canglan Sword as it was for others, and he could still use two more swords.
Just as he gathered his treasured weapons and planned to use them as ordinary sharp weapons to capture An, his heart suddenly jumped and a sudden change occurred.
boom
Bricks and wood flew everywhere, and a big hole appeared in the wall. A tall man with dark gray skin broke through the outer wall and rushed in.
His two palms, as smooth as jade and with clear joints, hit Meng Qi in a posture of hitting the waves by the river. The wind in his palms was sharp and fierce, and before the blow even hit, the ground was covered with dust flying into the air.
An's figure was like a flower, swaying and leaping out, pointing towards Meng Qi's eyebrows.
At the same time, a wall collapsed silently, and a purple-red sword energy shot in.
The commercial water outside was rolling, the water surface split, and a deep mark rushed towards Xiaozhu.
Tang Ren was unable to control the tall man. Canglan swung out, the sword light was dark and fast beyond imagination. It was like the bright moon in the sky. Before you could see it clearly, the moonlight was already shining on your body.
The commercial water was turbulent, and the river split vertically. You could almost see the sand and gravel at the bottom, rushing toward the cracks with rapid force.
boom
The two collided, causing waves to surge into the sky and water hitting the sky.
The darkness swallowed up the purple red, and the purple red showed its tenacity. With a bang, half of the small courtyard collapsed, and the sword energy and sword energy left the far wall riddled with holes.
Canglan versus Zishang
In the alley in the distance, a figure quickly approached. It was the swordsman who surrounded Meng Qi that day, but his face was dull now, and he was holding a purple sword without any intelligence.
Tang Ren was secretly frightened. He followed Meng Qi to avoid being assassinated and surrounded. He also expected that he might encounter Zi Shang, but he never expected that Ye San was like an evil god, terrifying and unpredictable. If the two of them hadn't attacked first, Instead, he planned to gather people after returning. When he was besieged halfway, he would not have the upper hand, and it would be difficult to achieve good results.
Looking at the manpower arranged by Ye San, he obviously wanted to kill him, but he just didn't want to do it in Shangshui Xiaozhu, so as not to arouse suspicion and spoil the plot.
If the two of them had left the small courtyard and turned into the long street without taking action, they would have encountered the double blow of Zishang and mental shock.
Fortunately, their arrangement has been disrupted now
A trace of black energy quickly emerged from Ruyi's body, and her abdomen bulged and expanded rapidly, as if she had been pregnant for ten months.
Poof, a bloody palm penetrated from her abdomen, and the black energy thickened, corroding the flesh.
As he breathed, the black air became thicker and thicker, and a thin figure stood up, his brows split and green.
When Cang Lan and Zi Shang were about to collide, Meng Qi, who had just recovered from the dizziness caused by the damage to his soul and the paralysis caused by the lightning, was unable to dodge and could not defend himself with the knife, so he was slapped on the back by the tall man with both palms. .
The tall man felt certain in his heart, as he seemed to see a scene in front of him where the Second Master Tang's spine was broken, his ribs were cracked, his internal organs spurted out, and blood splattered everywhere.
puff
His palms made strange noises, and the tall man felt that his palms seemed empty, with nothing in them, and they seemed as solid as gold and stone, making it difficult to move at all.
Under the force of his palm, the clothes on Meng Qi's back shattered into pieces and turned into flying butterflies. Her skin is dark gold in color, her muscles are bulging, and her edges are sharp, like copper poured into iron, she looks like a rude man.
The tall man's eyes narrowed as he saw his palms sinking into the dark gold, leaving deep palm prints. But there was no breakdown.
Meng Qi used the force to jump forward and raised his left palm. He swung out suddenly, and the edge of his palm brushed An's index finger.
An felt that Meng Qi's palm wind was strong and unmatched, his fingers were numb, and he jumped back, unwilling to resist forcefully.
His palm strength is so familiar
Meng Qi almost spurted out a mouthful of blood, feeling that his meridians were uncomfortable and almost torn apart.
This tall man may not have the Nine Apertures, but his palm skills are much better than those of Tang Shu, and his application of palm power is even more perfect. Condensation and Condensation. If he hadn't known it beforehand, he wouldn't have been able to borrow the power at all. He could only rely on the golden bell and the Immortal Seal to resist, and he might be able to break through.
He was like a phantom, jumping up on the spot and turning around strangely. Facing the tall man, he slashed out with his sword in the air.
The sword is bright and clean, as if it is leaping from the heart, full of fireworks, but it is hazy and difficult to grasp.
This was after Meng Qi mastered the essence of the Pure Sword Dao with the help of the Heavenly Sword Compendium. For the first time, he slashed out with all his strength.
At this moment, there was no identity reveal in his mind, no Tang Ren, no Ye San, no worries or hesitations, only the enemy in front of him and the sword technique that should be used.
The heart is like a clear mirror, the mind is as one, and the victory or defeat has been forgotten. Common things have been forgotten.
Under the influence of the sword, this time not only the flow of true energy and muscle reactions were reflected in Meng Qi's inner lake, but also the emotional fluctuations were slowly unfolding like a picture scroll.
Seal your heart with your heart, and you will be pure by cutting off others and you will be pure by cutting off yourself.
Therefore, Ananda's sword-breaking technique has always been regarded by most monks as a martial art that goes against the Buddhist Zen philosophy, so it has only been learned by a few eminent monks throughout the ages.
There were many thoughts in the tall man's mind, like dyes mixed together, colorful. Suddenly, a color quickly became thicker and enveloped everything.
This is black, deep black
He was raised by his master since he was a child. He would beat and scold him at every turn, and tortured people to death for him from time to time. Every day, he instilled in himself words about the injustice of heaven, the depravity of the people, and the desire for purity.
Love lasts forever, kill
The family relationship is finally gone, kill
Indulge in sex, kill
All living beings fall, kill
Immortals and Buddhas are ruthless and will kill
When the saint died, he killed
God is unfair, kill
Create a new world
The tall man's eyes were red, his murderous intent was in the sky, and his palm power was fierce. He stood on the ground and broke the beam.
The light of the sword flickered, falling along the edge of his palm, fluttering gently, like a feather attached to the body.
The blade of the blade cut diagonally into the neck, and blood spurted out. The tall man roared angrily, raised his left palm, and slapped the blade.
Thunder burst out from the evil calamity, paralyzing him for a moment. Although the palm force was released, it was delayed for an instant. By the time the palm retreated from the long sword, a big head fell to the ground.
Although this tall man is powerful and is much better than Tang Shu and swordsmen, he is still not as good as An Guoxie back then. Moreover, he does not have nine orifices and does not have the body-protecting gas. Meng Qi compared to him at that time, he had six orifices. Opening, the sixth level of the golden bell cover has been completed, and the eight-nine mysterious skills have also begun to be practiced to open the mind. The sword technique has been completely reborn, the pure and pure parts have become much stronger, and the long sword has been replaced by the evil calamity that is several times more expensive, every penny is worth it. goods
Meng Qi turned away the strength of the blade and used his strength to turn around, just in time to slash the blade diagonally towards An Shi, who was charging at him again.
An's body was about to fall down when she saw the tall man decapitating her. Her pupils shrank violently. She became more and more unpredictable about Meng Qi's strength. She used her palms and clamped several long blue transparent needles between her ten fingers. This was her pressure. Using bottom-of-the-box tactics and a demon-like body technique, he has repeatedly assassinated targets in front of powerful enemies and escaped.
Tang Xiaoer's sword strike just now seemed familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere.
After Canglan and Zishang collided, both Tang Ren and the swordsman seemed to be struggling. They could no longer activate their treasured soldiers and fought in a jingle.
Tang Ren sensed that Meng Qi was fine. Although it was strange, he felt calm in his heart. His sword skills spread out like rolling waves, overwhelming the swordsman to the point of danger.
The swordsman's eyes were dull and his moves lacked variety. If it hadn't been for the powerful Zishang Sword, he would have been killed by Tang Ren's complacent River-Splitting Sword Technique.
A naked figure walked out of the black air next to him. His face looked exactly like that of Ye San. His brows were green and green. When he pressed his left palm, Tang Ren suddenly felt his body become heavy, his movements became slow, and he was almost stabbed by the swordsman's sword. . . If you like this work, you are welcome to support it, it is my biggest motivation.