I Honor

Night walk

The night was dark and the mountain breeze was cool. With Hua Lun on his back, Meng Qi stretched out his Fengshen legs and ran along the shortest road back to Qinshan City.

“Mr. Meng’s lightness kung fu is nothing small.” Hua Lun was born in a real school, and he still has a certain ability to distinguish good martial arts from bad ones. At this time, he felt the power of chasing the wind and shadows, and couldn’t help but secretly praised him. However, he recalled that Mr. Meng was so arrogant in the ruined temple. Xiao’s posture and words made him feel uneasy all the time. After all, Mr. Meng only has four or six orifices, and there are many masters above this level among the followers of Luojiao. If you are too careless and arrogant, you will only get yourself into a desperate situation.

“Fortunately, he has good lightness kung fu.” Hua LunqingLuckily, he thought, according to Mr. Meng’s current lightness kungfu, if he can’t beat him, he can still run away

Meng Qi has pride in his heart, but he is not negligent at all. His four orifices are fully functioning, his eyes are watching the six directions, and his ears are listening to all directions, so as not to be attacked by others.

In the dark night, the forest and rocks are like monsters lurking quietly, baring their teeth and claws, making people palpitate.

Suddenly, a figure flitted out from the forest on Meng Qi’s left and right sides, holding long and strange weapons in their hands, and attacked Meng Qi one by one.

“Be careful” Hua Lun paid close attention to the movement around him.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Meng Qi’s long sword stab left and cut right like a drunkard. After the sound of ding ding, the two figures retreated obliquely forward, blocking the road.

These two men were dressed in black and white robes, with disheveled hair, and they looked like ghosts. The weapons they held were long sticks hooked in front, which were quite special. After a little adjustment, they continued to rush towards Meng Qi.

Hua Lun’s eyes were fixed, and he said to Meng Qi through voice transmission: “Zhou Shan has two ghosts, a master with four orifices, and a lock stick is a strange weapon, a weapon that is good at seizing people.”

He seized the time to let Meng Qi understand his opponent and increase the possibility of winning.

During the conversation, since the ghosts Meng Qi and Zhou Shan were both rushing forward, the two had already met together.

The lock stick held Meng Qi’s long sword. As soon as the head is swung down, the wind overflows, and the power is not small.

“They like to join forces to deal with the enemy, and they are better than many masters with six orifices.”

Meng Qi didn’t hide his long sword, and sent it into the hook in front of the lock stick by itself. Then, when the opponent’s old strength was exhausted and new strength was not generated, he stirred upwards, and the lock stick flew away, hitting another falling one. The front end of a lock stick.

Jingle twice. The locksticks flew in unison, Meng Qi stabbed left and right, Zhou Shan’s ghosts backed away screaming, covered their faces, and fled into the forest in a hurry.

“It is said that” Hua Lun was halfway through speaking when he saw Zhou Shan’s two ghosts were defeated, so he could only stop abruptly and praised, “Young Master Meng, you have good sword skills.”

“That’s ridiculous.” Meng Qi said with a smile, and instead of chasing after him, he continued down the mountain road until he came out of the forest. Ahead is a dangerous mountain road, with cliffs on the right and cliffs on the left, and miasma can be seen vaguely.

at this time. A man turned out from behind the rock at the entrance of the mountain road, holding a long sword with his hands across his chest. Looking at Meng Qi and Hua Lun coldly, he didn’t make a sneak attack, but slowly went up to them.

“There is no way to listen to Lei Jian. The realm of six or seven apertures. A well-known lone swordsman in three mountains and four rivers. He is aloof and arrogant. He doesn’t bother to besiege or sneak attack. Unexpectedly, even he has become a follower of the Luo Sect.” Because there is still a distance, Hua Lun can After finishing speaking calmly, the tone was quite heavy.

“Mr. Meng, you must be careful. Mo Cheng’s Tinglei Seven Swords is one of the rare sword skills in three mountains and four rivers. He himself is also recognized as a master by several sects.” Hua Lun spoke very quickly and authentically.

When Mo Changchang sword is stretched out, there is very little change, as fast as lightning, implying the sound of wind and thunder.

“Tinglei Seven Swords, the first-class fast sword”

Facing Mo Cheng’s Tinglei Sword, Meng Qi didn’t defend and counterattacked. He stabbed out with a sword, pointing directly at Mo Cheng’s wrist.

Mo Cheng’s face twitched slightly, and when he turned the long sword, he had to change his moves to intercept Meng Qi’s sword, otherwise he would be stabbed in the wrist before he hit the opponent, making it difficult to hold the sword.

He circled his long sword and spread it out like a fan, but the Bingque sword that Meng Qi thrust out suddenly tilted up, changed direction unexpectedly, and pointed obliquely at his throat.

It was too late for Mo Cheng to change his moves, so he could only take two steps back to avoid the range of the long sword.

When Meng Qi retreated, he stepped forward as if he had expected it long ago. Every time he advanced and retreated, he kept the same distance all the time, as if he had been measured.

Watching such a battle, Hua Lun was a little dazed, and had stopped describing the characteristics of Tinglei Seven Swords.

Seeing that it was difficult to dodge the stabbing sword, Mo Cheng gritted his teeth and stabbed out the long sword, pointing at Meng Qi’s throat as well, with the plan of surviving after death.

As long as the other party is not willing to hurt both sides, or even die together, I can relax

Meng Qi’s long sword suddenly turned, and completely violated the principle of using a sword, he slapped Mo Cheng’s left shoulder with the blade of the sword. With such great force, Mo Cheng lost his balance and staggered uncontrollably to the side. Naturally, his long sword also Then he lost his aim and failed to stab Meng Qi.

To the right of Mo Cheng was a cliff, he staggered a few steps and fell straight down, falling into the clouds, the screams startled the birds in the mountains.

This fight was ups and downs, but Mo Cheng was completely defeated in just a few breaths, and Hua Lun’s Ting Lei Seven Swords hadn’t even begun to describe in detail.

He fell silent, not knowing what to say.

Meng Qi didn’t delay, set foot on the mountain road and hurried on at night.

The mountain road is so narrow that two people can only pass sideways, but for someone like Meng Qi who has outstanding lightness kung fu, there is no problem at all, as if walking on flat ground.

Halfway through, Meng Qi and Hua Lun, who opened their eyes, saw a figure running along the mountain road in front of them. Obviously, Mo Cheng’s screams caught the attention of their accomplices. intercept.

Hua Lun’s tone became particularly dignified: “It’s the Luojiao Zhikong Envoy who injured me. He has at least seven orifices. The Black God’s Palm is superb, and his strength is still above Mo Cheng.”

He was vaguely afraid of this empty envoy, reminded Meng Qi again, and planned to describe the uniqueness of the opponent’s martial arts.

Meng Qi rushed forward with his sword, and after two breaths, he met the Luo Jiao Zhikong envoy, and the long sword did nothing.Slashed methodically, crookedly, like ordinary people who don’t know martial arts.

“He is cunning, and likes to show his flaws on the left side to lure the enemy.”

Faced with this unreasonable swordsmanship, Zhi Kongshi was inevitably stunned, and with a wrong palm, he was about to slap the blade of Meng Qi’s long sword.

Meng Qi’s long sword suddenly swung horizontally, hitting the palm of Zhi Kongshi, and his whole body flew up with the help of force. No matter how bright the sword light was, it was clear and pure.

“His right hand can do double-strength with the black god palm.” Before Hua Lun finished speaking, he saw Meng Qi flying over the head of the air-defying envoy like a roc spreading his wings, and landed behind him.

He hurriedly turned his head, only to see that Zhi Kongshi fell on his back and fell into the cliff, and he could vaguely see a bloodstain between his eyebrows, his eyes were wide open, and his expression was frozen.

This is too fast, Hua Lun thought blankly.

This sword, Meng Qi transformed the “Yan Luotie” into Dugu Nine Swords. Although it is incomplete, it is enough to kill Zhikong when he sees the flaw.

Both feet landed on the ground, Meng Qi didn’t turn his head back, completely ignored the empty messenger behind him, and continued to rush forward with his sword, without any doubt about the effect of the sword just now.

The mountain road was steep and long, but Meng Qi quickly reached the foot of the mountain with all his strength. As soon as he turned into the official road leading to Qinshan City, he saw a fat monk standing in front of him, holding a thick and heavy water mill. Zen stick.

Hua Lun opened his mouth, but finally chose to keep his mouth shut, without saying a word.

The big fat monk waved his Zen stick, and the wind was heavy, blowing towards his face.

Meng Qi’s long sword casually hit a certain position on the body of the Zen stick, and the Zen stick lost control suddenly, as if it had suffered a force of four or two thousand catties, and suddenly changed direction, pulling the fat monk forward to the side.

Meng Qi dodged slightly, and accelerated his speed. When passing by, the long sword was raised sharply, quickly retracted, and continued to run wildly. Behind him, the fat monk fell to the ground with his staff rubbed with water, clutching his chest, and slowly fell down.

The official road of “Three Mountains and Four Rivers” is fairly flat, Meng Qi’s Fengshen legs were fully exerted, striding forward, and after a while, he vaguely saw Qinshan City, while Hua Lun on his back remained silent, his eyes slightly dull.

“Mr. Hua, why didn’t you describe the situation of the fat monk just now, so that I can take care of it?” Meng Qi suddenly smiled and said.

Hua Lun said in a muffled voice: “I think it’s meaningless, and it’s too late to finish.”

The scene in the ruined temple that left a deep impression on him suddenly appeared in his mind, Mr. Meng shot his sword loudly, and said proudly:

“Let’s wait for them to test the sword.” To be continued

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