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Chapter 229 The Sword Pointing at the Front (Subscribe)

Zheng Kexie didn't notice the abnormal behavior of his junior sister, but suppressed the awkwardness and discomfort in his heart, invited Meng Zhao to sit down, and offered to pour a cup of clear green tea with white mist for Meng Zhao.

"Mr. Meng, I invite you here this time. It's quite Meng Lang, but it's all because my senior brother was defeated by Mr. Meng. I also heard that Shen Tianci from Jinling's Shen family respected Mr. Meng very much and regarded him as his future opponent. I really feel itchy." I can't bear it, so I want to ask Mr. Meng some tricks to solve my long-cherished wish."

Meng Zhao showed his kind side, and Zheng Kexie naturally had no reason to act forcefully and directly. On the contrary, he also said some beautiful words, first complimenting Meng Zhao, and then explaining that Meng Zhao was satisfying his curiosity, not seeking revenge.

Tang Ling'er's bright eyes flickered on one side. Although Meng Zhao had a good skin, which made people blush and heartbeat, but martial arts don't pay attention to appearances. If you are strong, you are strong, and if you are weak, you are weak.

Since Meng Zhao can defeat Shi Siming who is at the same level, he will not be weak.

She is a martial arts practitioner, so she is naturally curious about how powerful Meng Zhao's martial arts are, and the Meng family's Chiqi Order is also widely circulated and famous, making people want to explore it.

Meng Zhao suffocated the white misty tea in one gulp rather boldly, but he had an indescribably unrestrained attitude, without fear or worry, and said directly,
"It turned out to be like this, but it's actually quite simple. Meng also likes to learn martial arts with others the most in his life. For both parties, it is a way and method to improve.

I know that Shi Shaoxia's brother Shi Shaoxia has learned the Xuanhuo scriptures, and he has the true power of the Xuanhuo, and his transformation is even better than that of my Meng family's Chiqiling. It is indeed a first-class martial arts stunt, extraordinary. What's the name? "

As soon as he said this, Zheng Kexie looked at Meng Zhao with a little closer look.

Just because Meng Zhao called Shi Siming Shi Shaoxia and Brother Zheng, it was clear at a glance who was close and who was far away.

And when it comes to the unique skills he has learned, Zheng Kexie is also quite proud, and he didn't hide it, saying,

"What I'm learning is called the Rouyun Dangri Sword Sutra. It was painstakingly created by the ancestors of the master. It puts the mind first, followed by the moves. The inner breath I cultivate is a sword energy, which is very fierce. Brother Meng, let's see. My sword."

The title also changed from Mr. Meng to Brother Meng involuntarily. As he spoke, Zheng Kexie pointed with one hand together, using his fingers as a sword, and made two gestures at the coffee table, which made Meng Zhao's eyes shine brightly, and he couldn't help nodding his head in admiration.

In fact, I have never tried the moves myself, and it was just a short gesture of three moves and two moves. In terms of pure sword moves, it can't be said to be very subtle, but the sharpness hidden in it is extraordinary.

Because Meng Zhao looked at it with his eyes, above the sword finger, a ray of sword energy condensed and lingered, as if transformed by a group of flexible and changeable clouds, but the aura was sharp and sharp, giving him the feeling that it was better than a real sword Much sharper.

Flexibility and sharpness are obviously two completely different characteristics, but they are so strangely blended together to form such a strange internal sword energy that Meng Zhao can't help but look sideways.

It's no wonder that Zheng Kexie is so confident that he knows that his senior brother is no match for Meng Zhao under the condition of limited strength. He really has two brushes.

However, Meng Zhao is not what he used to be now. It has been a period of time since he fought Shi Siming, and he has encountered many adventures and made great progress in martial arts.

Although he has not completely condensed the foundation of his dantian and entered the acquired great success, but for him, there is nothing to worry about.

Therefore, he didn't have to make many calculations to make the other party self-proclaimed as he did when he dealt with Shi Siming, but directly said,

"Good sword spirit, Brother Zheng's swordsmanship is really powerful, Meng is also happy to see Liexin.

Let's do this, in order not to hurt the harmony, and this is not a place for fighting.

Let's use the area around the coffee table as a battlefield, and compete with our hands, how about it? "

Zheng Kexie didn't expect that Meng Zhao's brain circuit was always so strange. Obviously the same thing, in his mind, is rigid, but in other people's hands, it can play tricks.

But after thinking about it carefully, if he simply refers to the sword, the power of his Soft Cloud Dangri Sword Sutra will not be able to wield as much as he is holding a sharp blade, and he will suffer some dark losses.

But in terms of cultivation, Meng Zhao was obviously at a disadvantage, but he didn't let Shi Siming call himself a cultivation base like he did to Shi Siming before.

With one plus and one minus, the two seem to be barely evenly tied, making this competition approaching fairness.

For a moment, he couldn't help sighing secretly in his heart, this Meng Zhao is really clever and smart, no wonder he was able to flourish in such a short period of time after returning to the family, there is indeed a way.

"Okay, Brother Meng's proposal is exactly what I want. I have heard that the Red Banner Order of the Meng family is fierce and domineering, melting gold and forging iron. Brother Meng will do his best in the future, so don't have any scruples."

After all, he rolled up the long sleeves of the Taoist robe to his elbows, and then stabbed a "sword" towards Meng Zhao from the air, but the target was Meng Zhao's middle hall. There was also an indescribable chill rising up.

Meng Zhao didn't use the iron-making hand, but pointed out the same thing. The red flag in his body made the inner breath roll out, operating with a special mental method, and condensed a very strange pointing force, which was impartial and could not be avoided. To avoid, to face the soft cloud swinging the sun and point the sword.

Both of them acted like scribbles, not real, but Tang Ling'er on one side was born in a great family and passed down others, and she also had good eyesight, and she could see that the two were trying to win by changing their internal cultivation.

If the sword energy and finger strength are really released without any scruples, they may be able to pass through even a foot-thick bluestone without any hindrance.

There was a sound of popping bubbles in the middle, and then there was a ripple in the void, and the two fingers retreated at the same time.

The difference is that Zheng Kexie's sword finger is as red as fire, like a hot iron, exuding a strong sense of heat.

At the same time, this scorching force continued to spread into his body along his fingers, and "severed" the meridians in his body in a very strange way, locking his inner breath, even if he used the sword energy he had cultivated to charge the barrier, it would take a short while. It is also difficult to break open.

This finger force actually turned into a series of cages, imprisoning the inner breath of his limbs and bones in one place, making it difficult to control and operate. The subtlety of it is so true that Zheng Kexie has never heard of it, never seen it, and was shocked.

It was the Prisoner Dragon Finger that Meng Zhao got from Tu Xiu.

After a period of research and practice with the blessing of the Sky Mirror, although it can't be as vigorous as the Tiandu Yinlong Jue, it still has some power and can be used for fighting.

Meng Zhao's fingers were not much better. The short board of internal strength was not so easy to smooth out. A drop of blood emerged from the tip of the finger, and there was a wound on it that seemed to be the size of a pinhole.

But the injury didn't stop there, the sword energy didn't break through his body protection in the end, and was wiped out by the raging red flag order.

On the surface, it seemed that Meng Zhao had lost in the frivolous one-finger dispute between the two, after all he had seen blood.

However, in fact, it was Zheng Kexie who suffered a great loss, and the Qi channels in his body were momentarily stagnated and blocked.

If it was a life-and-death struggle, this moment of time difference alone was enough for Meng Zhao to kill him more than ten times.

(End of this chapter)