Borrowing force to relieve force, borrowing force to fight force, without the power of infusion, what is the difference between concealed weapons and children's toys
As for the toxins attached to it, how could Meng Qi, who had already begun to practice the seventh level of the Golden Bell Cover, be poisoned when there were no wounds and when they were not poisonous poisons or poisonous mist
If the hidden weapon played by the Poison-Handed Arhat could be dangerous to Meng Qi, how could he use his true energy to check the enemy's spirit to know the enemy? The strong man
With a splash, Poison-Handed Arhat fell to the ground on his back. Meng Qi, without stopping, passed him directly and rushed into the corridor.
We must stop the Snake King before he finds him and escapes.
With his body skills fully activated, he was as fast as an afterimage, like an illusion and like a demon, and instantly disappeared in front of the survivor Yue Gu. Jiang Hengchuan seemed neither fast nor slow, but seemed to be integrated with the surrounding world. With one step, he took advantage of the changes in the environment. With such force, he shrunk to an inch and stepped into the corridor.
The entire hall was silent. Only Yue Gu could still stand. Other than that, there were all corpses.
Just a breath ago, there were two guardians and nearly ten killers here, with strong yang energy.
The night wind blew by, creating a gloomy and stirring atmosphere. Yue Gu couldn't help but shudder. Could it be that he encountered an evil ghost seeking his life
This kind of swordsmanship is like a god or a ghost
The corridor winds past a pond full of vicious fish and connects to the small building where the Snake King lives. There was no candlelight in the night, and it seemed that the Snake King had fallen asleep.
Meng Qi and Jiang Hengchuan took their sides and advanced rapidly along the corridor, racing against time.
Keeping his mind inside and letting his spirit go out, whether with a long sword or blending into the environment, Meng Qi's mind was clear without any pause.
After running a few steps, his long sword suddenly stabbed to the lower left without any warning.
A killer clings to the outside of the corridor, hiding through the waves and shadows. Holding the sword in his right hand, he waited for the swordsman in white to approach.
When Meng Qi passed by him, he jumped up suddenly and was about to stick to the corridor floor, slashing at Meng Qi's dantian with his knife.
But at this moment, there was a sword shadow in front of him, and he didn't know when. The long sword has already stabbed in front of me, exactly
puff. A sword hit his throat. He clutched his neck and fell into the pond with a thud. Streams of blood spread out along the ripples. Evil fish covered in scales and armor quickly moved closer, tearing at the flesh and blood.
After Meng Qi's long sword thrust out, the top of the corridor shattered. A man in black held a knife in both hands and slashed at the right side of his neck.
He watched grimly as his companions died. Just for this opportunity
Killing with a long sword, no opportunity to defend
Then he saw a flash of lightning.
Brilliant dazzling lightning.
What was waiting for him was not a neck, but a long knife.
The knife was very fast, and until it was withdrawn, the person in black saw its appearance clearly. It had a strange shape, like a huge wound. Flashing silvery electric light.
With a snap, his whole body split open, and his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys fell to the ground, limp.
Meng Qi wielded his sword on the left and on the right, without squinting, and passed by with the wind and lightning. The white clothes are fluttering, not stained by a trace of dust or blood.
Seeing the small building in sight, Meng Qi's steps suddenly stopped.
At this moment, a figure jumped out from outside the railings on both sides of the corridor, their swords gleaming like horses, cooperating with each other. Seal all avenues of life
But there is no one in their knife net
Meng Qi's perfectly timed meal happened to stop just outside the range of their combined attacks, not more than half a minute, not less than half a step.
The sword light lit up, and the three figures each held their throats and backed away. Some of them fell slowly against the beams, and some stumbled into the pond. There were two pops, water splashed everywhere, the remaining lotus was broken, ripples spread, and blood was like blood. All little snakes.
Schools of fish come in to feast.
On the other side, Jiang Hengchuan strode forward, punched out his right palm suddenly, expelled his true energy, and set off a violent airflow. Then, he slashed out with his left palm, and the palm force was superimposed on the previous airflow.
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The wind was strong, and the true energy formed a ferocious air dragon, roaring towards the front.
The corridor shook, and black shadows were forced out. His chest was sunken, his ribs were broken, and he fell into the pond, feeding the fish with his body.
Simple and crude, but also extremely fast, Jiang Hengchuan followed Meng Qi to block the door of the small building.
The two of them did not go through the door, but exerted their strength on their feet, like a roc spreading its wings, soared into the air, and jumped up to the second floor, where was the Snake King's bedroom.
When they were in mid-air and had nowhere to borrow strength, a black figure suddenly jumped down from the second floor, holding knives in both hands and slashing at the two men with a fierce force.
The long sword was raised, gold and iron clashed, Meng Qi blocked one of the swords, his body became heavy and he was about to fall.
Hum, with this movement and delay, the Snake King boss will be able to escape from the secret passage. Seeing that his attack was successful, the black shadow suddenly realized this idea in his heart.
At this moment, they are unable to fight back in mid-air and cannot attack themselves at all. As long as they seize the opportunity, they will be able to escape smoothly.
Suddenly, he saw a sword light light up, and looked at his neck in disbelief, where the tip of the sword was inserted a few inches.
How can you draw a sword
It wasn't until his vision went dark that the scene just now flashed through his mind. The swordsman in white threw up his sword, flicked it with one finger, and fired it like a hidden weapon.
How can you use a sword like this
Meng Qi's body fell more and more obviously, and the sword came out again, slashing at Ziwu.
Relying on this strength, he jumped up a little, held the hilt of the sword with his left hand, pulled it hard, and used the force to get up again, like a big white bird flying, and fell to the second floor.
With a splash, the black shadow fell faster and landed in front of the small building. His limbs were twisted abnormally after the fall, but he could no longer feel the pain.
All this was discovered in a flash of lightning. Jiang Hengchuan fell half a step into the air. Before he could take action, he saw the man in black passing him. The long knife that was supposed to be slashing at him fell into the corridor.
At this time, the first killer who fell into the pond had his flesh and blood torn apart, revealing his bones.
The Snake King is old, indeed old. Not only is his skin wrinkled and his face shriveled, but his hands that have always been steady and not trembling are shaking slightly when others can't see them. Moreover, he is getting more and more tired, lacks energy, and goes to bed early. , get up early and sleep several times a day.
He was born as a killer, grew up in betrayal and killing, and built a foundation step by step. Later, with the support of nobles, he broke through the shackles of the Snake Fist, successfully opened the secret power of life and death, and became one of Maoling's most respected figures.
But precisely because of these experiences, he was extremely suspicious. Even the four closest protectors could not get closer than three feet to him. After he went to bed, no one could enter the house. At most, only one person guarded the door, and the others had to leave the small room. Building, anyone who approaches the building will be killed
This is no joke. The Snake King once pretended to be asleep as a test and killed several of his henchmen who approached without permission, making the people below him more and more afraid of him.
The sound of popping and the clashing of gold and iron came one after another, waking up the Snake King from his sleep.
They appear to be nothing, like an illusion.
The aging state made it take the Snake King a breath longer than usual to get rid of the influence of sleep and confirm that there was really a sound. He stood up alertly, listened attentively, and focused outward, trying to sense the movement outside.
After two breaths, he walked to the entrance of the secret passage, and while preparing to open the secret door, he gave instructions:
What happened? Go check the report.
good. An unfamiliar voice sounded, and the door creaked open. The Snake King's eyes froze, and he saw a swordsman in white clothes walking in with a sword in hand.
He has handsome features, clear outlines, and an unconcealed aloofness and arrogance in his elegant demeanor. His whole person is like the sword in his hand, lonely, confident, sharp, and cold, with only opponents and no friends.
His clothes were not stained by dust and were equally outstandingly white, like an unsheathed sword, no need to hide it, its sharp edge was revealed.
I woke up just now when I heard the sound, and I was already in front of the door.
So fast
How can it be so fast
Due to the spiritual confrontation and the pull of Qi, the Snake King did not dare to escape directly into the secret passage. That would be tantamount to selling his back to the other party, which was extremely dangerous.
There was a storm in his heart, and he felt incredible at the speed of the enemy's attack. The defense he had carefully arranged, which gave him enough time to wake up and escape, actually failed to work. It was as fragile as the white jade tofu he had for dinner.
Even if the visitor is just enlightened, he must not be underestimated
If you seal your own acupuncture point, it won't hurt your life. Meng Qi pointed his long sword, his momentum as ice-like as snow.
Anger welled up in Snake King's heart. It had been a long time since he had heard such words after he had achieved great success in martial arts. Moreover, they came from an enlightened junior.
The expression on his withered face was gloomy: Who are you and why are you trespassing
Before he finished speaking, he pounced forward, his fists raised and lowered like a snake, his energy restrained and unrevealing.
The dark shadows in the room seemed to come to life all of a sudden, confusing the real ones with the fake ones, and pounced on Meng Qi from all directions.
The Snake King is mixed among them, making it difficult to distinguish. It seems that any black shadow can become the real him.
He had just made the save when he saw the light of the sword light up. The other party actually had the same idea as him. He first talked to distract him, and then suddenly took action.
The lightning flashed faster than imagined. As soon as the knife was raised, it was already near the pile of black shadows in front of Meng Qi.
Even though the Snake King is declining in old age and cannot show much strength, he is still a genuine half-step outside scene. With such a realm, Meng Qi cannot sense his true body through spiritual awareness of the enemy, and all his energy is restrained. Like a real poisonous snake, silent and waiting to bite, it is indistinguishable from the black shadows. I can only follow my intuition, trust the sword in my hand, and slash at the pile of black shadows.
The long sword struck the black shadow, as if falling into the void. Meng Qi's heart suddenly moved and he slashed out.
The figure of the Snake King was revealed, as if he were boneless, like a slippery poisonous snake. He avoided the long knife, dodged past Meng Qi, and threw himself toward the door.
From the beginning, he never thought about risking his life. In such a situation where he didn't know the situation and the enemy, he didn't want to risk his life, he just wanted to escape.
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