I Honor

Eight The Real Chance

Strands of true energy gathered and moved upwards, hitting the clogged acupoints. The weak and sick Meng Qi forcibly supported his spirit, kept calm, followed the method of punching acupoints, condensed his qi into thorns, and stabbed viciously at the group of entrenched acupoints. The external and internal force of one’s own acupoints.

Pfft, an invisible voice resounded in the bottom of Meng Qi’s heart. The mass had already loosened and dispelled a lot of external and internal force, and it collapsed under a single stab, and the acupoints were untied.

Meng Qi swelled up his energy, his true energy surged, he rushed towards the acupoints, and quickly opened up all the remaining acupoints.

The movement of true qi was no longer obscure. Although the recovery of strength was less than 10%, and even the Golden Bell Canopy could not operate by itself, Meng Qi had regained his freedom of movement and had a certain ability to shoot.

Gently exerting force with both hands, the rope broke apart silently. Meng Qi carefully removed the last obstacle and looked at An Guoxie.

He was still sitting cross-legged, with his eyes closed, he was adjusting his breath to heal his wounds, and he had no distractions. He changed his clothes, but the wound below his neck was still exposed, like a ferocious centipede slowly recovering.

Meng Qi squinted his eyes, thinking whether he should use Fengshen legs to escape, or take this opportunity to kill An Guoxie once and for all

He knew that An Guoxie’s serious injury was a serious injury, and it took him a long time to recover, and he took a lot of healing pills. At this time, his injury should have stabilized, and he could display 50% to 60% of his strength. worlds apart.

After weighing his current strength and the current situation of the broken Jie Dao, Meng Qi thought to himself that even if he tried his best, if Arhat hit a vital point, he probably wouldn’t be able to kill An Guoxie. After stabilizing, his body-protecting qi must have been functioning naturally.

So, either wait a little longer, wait for your strength to recover to 30% or 40%, or run away now.

And Meng Qi himself dared to go all out, but he was not a reckless and irrational stunned young man. After thinking clearly, he decided to choose the latter, after all, it is not suitable to stay here for a long time.

It would be great if the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle was here at this time, Meng Qi looked at An Guoxie who “has such a good posture that I can’t help it”, thought regretfully, then slowly got up, and walked with ever-changing footwork , stepping back silently, once the distance was opened, he used Fengshen legs to run wildly without any scruples, no longer afraid of alarming An Guoxie.

Suddenly, his eyes blurred, his body went numb, and he was stunned to see An Guoxie appear beside him.

“I thought you would take the opportunity to sneak attack me. When you assassinated me last time, weren’t you so fearless and never returning?” An Guoxie said with a half-smile.

Meng Qi lost his voice in surprise: “You have already found out.”

“Honestly, I don’t have any scruples about torturing you, but do you know why I just sealed your acupoints and didn’t use any other means?” An Guoxie smiled, looking rather ferocious under the cold moonlight, “Because I like I see other people’s hope turning into despair in my hands, so I want to give you hope, the hope of escaping, and then destroy it with my own hands when you are full of hope. I am very satisfied with your expression now, no I was in vain pretending to heal my wounds and waiting so long.”

The psychopath Meng Qi couldn’t help but curse secretly, the person who scolded him last time was Gu Xiaosang.

An Guoxie shook his head with a smile on his face: “No, despair is not enough, little bald donkey, you will be punished for sneaking away.”

As he spoke, he stretched out his right hand, pressed it on Meng Qi’s dantian, and spat out

With severe pain, Meng Qi’s muscles and skin transformed by the golden bell cover and iron cloth shirt all swelled up to resist the external force, but under the huge strength gap, they quickly collapsed, and his dantian seemed to be scraped by a steel knife, and it was smashed to pieces. crack.

“Okay, abolishing your martial arts is a punishment.” An Guoxie’s expression was filled with a kind of morbid joy and satisfaction, “Little bald donkey, don’t despair, keep working hard, haha”

“If you tell me that skill now, there will be no such torture. I will leave you here and let you fend for yourself. How about it, is your heart moved?”

The dantian was in severe pain, and under the exhaustion, Meng Qi was not as desperate as An Guoxie imagined. After all, the critical moment of life and death was over. It was absolutely impossible to let him go, so he turned his head in disdain and refused to answer An Guoxie’s request.

An Guoxie let out a hey, said nothing more, sealed Meng Qi’s acupoints again, sat down and adjusted his breath.

“The dantian is destroyed, his wariness towards me will drop to the extreme, and there is still a chance to escape.” Meng Qi was not too obsessed with the abolition of martial arts. After An Guoxie really healed his wounds, he fell asleep and tried his best to recover his mental and physical strength. , “ordinary people without martial arts” have a way to escape.

In the next few days, An Guoxie took Meng Qi around the edge of the vast sea. For a master like him, the monsters and monsters in the depths of the Gobi are also quite dangerous. , is currently seriously injured, it is more appropriate to detour.

And Meng Qi maintained a very cooperative attitude, patiently looking for and waiting for opportunities.

On this day, An Guoxie took Meng Qi to an oasis in the middle of the vast sea. It used to be quite a bustling place, but as the wind and sand invaded,As time went on, the scope of the oasis became smaller and smaller, and the environment became worse and worse. Most people had to leave their homes and find another oasis.

Therefore, at a glance, there is always a layer of gray on top of the green here, and most of the buildings in the interval shaded by trees are old and dilapidated. On the other side of many lakes, there are abandoned temples and palaces.

Since many caravans would pass by here, the business in the inn was pretty good. Almost all the dozen or so tables were filled up, some of them were dressed as merchants and Shakers, and some of them looked like knight-errants.

At one of the tables, sat four young men who looked like chivalrous young chivalrous men. They were high-spirited and smug, as if the whole world was waiting for them to conquer, and they were particularly eye-catching.

When Meng Qi stepped into the inn, they were the first thing Meng Qi saw, not because they were conspicuously dressed, but because one of the men had a snowflake of ice crystal inlaid on the back of his hand, and the long sword around his waist was seven times shorter than normal. Inch, narrow and weird.

All this only shows one thing, he is a disciple of the Snow Mountain Sect who has obtained the qualification to travel down the mountain

Only the Snow Mountain Sect uses long swords of this shape, and only they inlay ice crystals and snowflakes on the backs of the hands of disciples traveling down the mountain as the sect’s symbol.

And as one of the six sword-wielding sects, as the master of martial arts competing with King Kong Temple and others in the Western Regions, the disciples of the Xueshan School who traveled down the mountain have at least opened up two orifices.

This is an opportunity, Meng Qi said to himself silently.

An Guoxie had a peculiar appearance, and he attracted a lot of attention as soon as he entered the inn, and that Xueshan sect disciple was no exception, but he immediately frowned, as if he recognized An Guoxie’s identity, and then he communicated with his companions as if nothing had happened. .

Unlike Shaolin, the Snow Mountain faction is in the Western Regions. An Guoxie could not provoke them, so naturally he would not provoke them. He dragged Meng Qi to a corner and ordered food to rest.

Meng Qi took a closer look at the table of the Snow Mountain School disciples, and found that besides him, there were two men and a woman. The woman was petite and exquisite, with delicate features. He was tall in a black suit, with ordinary features, and was talking to the disciples of the Snow Mountain School with a smile on his face. The other man, dressed and looked like a frail scholar, but his bulging temples showed that his strength was not low. Meng Qi I suspect they’ve all figured it out.

And that disciple of the Snow Mountain School, dressed in white, has an ordinary appearance, a high nose bridge, and a somewhat cold demeanor.

“Snow Mountain School has no bad reputation, I wonder if they will lend a helping hand” Meng Qi thought to himself, but he did not ask for help recklessly. After all, not every disciple of the big school is like Jiang Zhiwei and himself, who can understand the true meaning and use desperate methods Overbearing, even if that Snow Mountain Sect disciple has already opened the four apertures, if the others are only initially enlightened, they may not be the injured An Guoxie’s opponent. A master who has opened up all nine orifices has a much higher realm.

He ate the food silently, while An Guoxie was not paying attention, he secretly bit his index finger, and quietly wrote the word “help” on the table leg on his side.

After dinner, when An Guoxie turned his back and walked upstairs to the inn, Meng Qi seized the opportunity, looked sideways at the young knights, opened his mouth in the shape of “help”, and sat down on him. square table waving.

Three times in a row, he turned his head and followed An Guoxie up.

He didn’t ask the other party to understand his mouth shape, but only attracted their attention, so that he could find the word “help” written on the table foot, and then, after recognizing An Guoxie’s identity, he invited enough helpers to rescue him.

After walking a few steps, An Guoxie suddenly stopped, and said to Meng Qi with a smile, “Oh, I still have the habit of living in a ruined temple.”

After speaking, he pulled Meng Qi out of the inn, walked through the woods, bypassed the lake, and walked into a dilapidated temple.

Watching An Guoxie leave, the disciples of the Xueshan School and others frowned as expected, and went to check the square table where Meng Qi had sat.

“He is asking us for advice.” The frail scholar said in a low voice, and wiped away the bloody writing, “Brother Fu, do you want to help?”

The disciple of the Snow Mountain Sect known as Brother Fu frowned and said, “That’s a white-headed vulture, we are powerless to catch it, and the monk’s identity is unknown, it could be that evil spirits and heretics are killing each other.”

He was not too happy to risk his life.

Hearing that it was a white-headed vulture, the girl and the man in black clothes shook their heads and said to the frail scholar, “Mr. Gu, don’t be brave. Although our goal is to be chivalrous, we can’t do things that we know we will die. , let’s contact a few seniors and come to the rescue.”

“I’ll save it, I won’t be reckless, but I have to find out the identity of the monk before I can invite seniors to take action.” Mr. Gu pondered for a while and said, “I’ll go inquire tonight and try to gain something.”

“Okay, you have to be careful.” The Snow Mountain School disciple said with a straight face.

In the ruined temple, just as Meng Qi sat down, An Guoxie walked over and said with a smile, “Do you think they will come to rescue you?”

Meng Qi was slightly surprised to be discovered by him again, but immediately restrained his expression and remained silent.

“That’s the expression.” An Guoxie said happily, then squatted down, picked up Meng Qi’s right hand, and looked at it carefully, “It must be the blood written by this hand just now.”

“What are you going to do?” Meng Qi noticed that there was a hint of madness in his expression.”I want to do whatever you want as long as you hand over the exercises, I will do nothing, and I will let you go, otherwise, I will crush your right hand inch by inch.” An Guoxie had a look on his face that you had better not agree.

Meng Qi gritted his teeth and said with a sneer, “Please do what you want.”

An Guoxie laughed loudly, and with both hands, he crushed the bones of Meng Qi’s right hand inch by inch.

This kind of pain went straight to his heart, and Meng Qi almost passed out, and then he was tortured even more, as if he had been subjected to ten tortures.

“Next time it will be the left hand, then the left leg, the right leg, and the root of descendants.” An Guoxie withdrew his hand in satisfaction, sealed Meng Qi’s acupoints carefully again, and then went to meditate and rest on his own.

Meng Qi was lying in front of the incense table, his right hand was numb, only a burst of pain made him half-conscious.

There’s still a chance, he tried to tell himself.

In the groggy state, Meng Qi’s vision went dark, and he heard a surprised female voice:

“Little monk, why did you make such a ghostly look?”

“Apply for treatment, good deeds will be deducted from me, and I will exchange the elixir on my body for good deeds.”

Meng Qi squeezed a smile out of the corner of his mouth, the opportunity has come

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