I Honor

Struggling

Reality can’t allow Meng Qi to have extra thoughts. Jiang Zhiwei’s Baihong Sun Piercing Sword was suddenly raised. Judging by ear, it is impossible to distinguish which is true and which is false, or any change may turn into reality.

Meng Qi had no choice but to withdraw the long knife, which seemed to be slashing slowly, with countless changes inside, each change was so fast that there was only an afterimage, so as to adapt to the situation.

Dangdang, in the constant clash of swords, MengQi found that Jiang Zhiwei’s true energy was extremely concentrated, like a strand of sword energy, which could not be borrowed or removed.

Changes continued to unfold, Jiang Zhiwei drew his long sword sharply, and slashed down in a simple and solid manner, clumsy in change, stronger than aura, overwhelming his heart, in Meng Qi’s eyes, it was like a mountain falling straight down.

The surrounding area is full of faint glazed Buddha light, Jiang Zhiwei’s sword posture, Meng Qi’s saber moves, will drive the streamer, lingering in the air for a moment, let the two fight in the traces of the past, creating a dreamlike, unreal and illusory scene .

Facing this sword, Meng Qi didn’t have the opportunity to transmit sound into secrets and shout loudly. He couldn’t try to call out Jiang Zhiwei’s name and fell into a struggle.

In the middle of Jiang Zhiwei’s sword, he suddenly accelerated, and the long sword cut Meng Qi’s blade like a trailing shadow, as if he had been waiting for him to respond like this.

It was difficult to exert strength from the side, Meng Qi’s right hand was heavy, and Tian Zhishang almost let go.

Jiang Zhiwei’s sword spreads out, sometimes it is as fast as thunder, sometimes it is pure and unmoving, sometimes it is beautiful and changeable, sometimes it is a strange peak, sometimes it violates the principles of the sword, and it is full of flaws, sometimes the sword becomes Taiji, all in one.

Every sword of hers is self-satisfied and easy to use. Swipe freely, much better than Meng Qi’s swordsmanship and swordsmanship,

Meng Qi’s sword technique also has nearly ten kinds of essence, but he can’t always integrate them into one, and show them at will in his own stories. They are like beams and pillars, which have not yet been built into a hall.

But Jiang Zhiwei’s swordsmanship had already reached this level, each sword pointed directly at Meng Qi’s flaws, and showed the most suitable essence just right, and there was a gap between each sword. It is not completely separated, but follows a certain law faintly.

From complex to simple, from simple to complex, Dugu Yijian, there is no difference.

Meng Qi was completely at a disadvantage, he could only be tired of defending, and his spirit was tense, like a bowstring ready to go, if not. If Jiang Zhiwei creates an opportunity, he will be hit by a series of ultimate moves, wave after wave, which is unbearable.

He also wants to tell stories with swordsmanship and swordsmanship. But when facing his friends at the very beginning, he couldn’t arouse the mentality of killing intent and not being afraid of manslaughter at all. His aura was suppressed by the “besotted” Jiang Zhiwei, and he was at a disadvantage in the mental confrontation. Out of the ten stops, the eight stops can’t be achieved. In the current situation, if you want to stand up and tell a wonderful story. how difficult

I can’t drag it on like this any longer

Meng Qi knew it was wrong, and if he went on like this, he would be more and more caught in the trap, and he might not even have a chance to fight back

He was running the profound art, his body was pale gold, and he slashed out abruptly, as if he was reckless, exchanging injuries for injuries.

Silver and white lightning jumped, leaving snake-like traces in the faint glazed color surrounding. Jiang Zhiwei folded his long sword and stabbed straight at the back of Meng Qi’s sword. It was still in the same place, still in the same position, and the previous strength even remained. Layer upon layer, Meng Qi might not be able to grasp the injury of the sky.

A sword stabbed down, the strength was weak, Meng Qi’s “Heaven’s Injury” swayed down, and the long sword in his left hand stabbed out at the same time, there was no time difference, almost at the same time.

Jiang Zhiwei swung his long sword horizontally, and the hilt of the sword hit Meng Qiliuhuo exactly as if yin and yang were attracting each other, but his strength was still weak.

At this moment, Meng Qi’s “Heaven’s Injury” swung up, and he slashed down with his head in his pocket. The knife was so fierce that he trembled and slashed eight times, and then he slashed out with all his might for the last time.

“Crazy Thunder Shakes Nine Heavens”

Relying on Xuan Gong and the interaction between left and right, Meng Qi finally seized the opportunity

Originally speaking, it was easier to control the opponent with Ananda’s saber-breaking method, but Meng Qi was afraid that the obsession and desire caused by the “primordial demon” would add fuel to the flames.

bang

The airflow compression caused by the eight false cuts brought out a loud thunder, adding to the forceful momentum.

Zidian spat out and turned into a wild dragon. After Meng Qi’s profound art was promoted to the seven orifices, he no longer needed to deliberately accumulate Zilei Jin, and directly operated the Xuan Gong and the core method of Zilei Jin, and he could simulate the purple electric power with his own true energy. The difference is as if

It is more miraculous than the Little Wuxiang Gong and the Guizang Wanwu Gong

Of course, the premise is to have the core part of the exercises and the luck route.

The reckless electric dragons staggered head to tail, absorbing the vitality of the air flow, making the surrounding void feel like collapsing towards the center, thus making the sword look vast, like a rolling purple wheel, crushing everything, invincible

Even being deceived, facing Meng Qi’s slash, Jiang Zhiwei seemed to have no choice but to defend herself. However, the Baihong Sun Piercing Sword that she had hit, bounced back strangely, half a breath faster than Meng Qi expected.

She does not defend and counterattack, the sword light soars, pure and uniform, also has ups and downs, crosses the sea, splits mountains and divides oceans, mighty, unstoppable, and directly cuts through a flaw after the momentum of the violent thunder has climbed to the peak.

How could it be that Meng Qi’s pupils shrank slightly, and the surrounding scene was suddenly reflected in his mind, and he saw countless traces remaining on the faint glass, which had not yet disappeared in time, from Jiang Zhiwei’s first move to the current “strike the sea”.

The traces are mysterious, like the trajectories of stars, and the tip of the sword is like stars.

At this moment, the glazed Buddha light filling all directions seemed to have turned into a boundless universe, but Jiang Zhiwei’s sword moves were like stars filled inside, enclosing all the traces of Meng Qi’s sword moves and sword moves, and there was no life in the ten directions.

The stars are dotted, and their trajectories are connected, turning into a beautiful nebula, and the most brilliant, brightest and most critical star is exactly this type of “hitting the sea”

It turns out that this is because she has accumulated “potential”Jiu’s sword, it is not because I expected to deceive, if I didn’t use Xuangong and left and right to fight back a little bit, I would be completely passive now, with no chance of winning

bang

The nine thunder and lightning dragons were cut into two pieces, and the purple blasted, completely disrupting the traces on the surrounding glazed Buddha lights. The swords and swords clashed, no longer a crisp sound, but a roaring explosion.

After Meng Qi swung his saber, his true energy stagnated, and the follow-up “Flying Immortal” was half a beat behind.

Jiang Zhiwei’s reverberating long sword had risen again, and Meng Qi suddenly felt that his soul was frightened, and his whole body went numb. Moves become sluggish.

Before the sword move was made, the divine intent came first, and the light of the glazed Buddha seemed to dim a little. This is the dharmakaya ultimate move “Sword Out of Self”.

Meng Qi knew it was it, but knowing it and reacting were two different things. The primordial spirit seemed to be restrained by the sword intent and bound by some unchanging law between heaven and earth.

He tried his best to run the “immortal seal” and “changing the sky and hitting the earth”. He tried his best to use “Flying Immortal Outside the Sky”, but Jian Guang seemed to have condensed, and Jiang Zhiwei’s bright red and bewitching eyes were looking at him indifferently.

Suddenly, there was a ripple in Jiang Zhiwei’s pupils, as if he was struggling, and his sword intent became unstable.

Chance Meng Qi didn’t have time to think about anything else, he stomped on one side of his body, galloping like a chariot. He directly shortened the distance between the two sides to within three feet, and deliberately hit Jiang Zhiwei’s sword tip with his left shoulder. The light gold was penetrated, but the damage was weakened. The musculoskeletal force clamped the long sword.

Jiang Zhiwei drew back with force, and Meng Qi rushed forward, and the distance between the two sides was very close. Breath is audible.

Jiang Zhiwei didn’t try to draw the sword anymore, but burst into sword energy, and her Dharma Body’s big move was interrupted by herself. There is a backlash, and there is no way to urge the treasure soldiers for the time being.

Pale golden bright, contending with Fengrui, the sound of splitting continues.

Don’t need to hold for a long time, just take a breath

The “Heavenly Injury” on Meng Qi’s right hand fell to the ground by itself, pinching the wonderful mark with five fingers, and pressing down on Jiang Zhiwei’s front acupoint.

Jiang Zhiwei’s left hand formed a sword finger and pointed towards Meng Qi’s palm.

Meng Qi pointed with five fingers, and Jiang Zhiwei’s sword pointed upwards, stabbing him on the bridge of the nose, which was counteracted by Xuan Gong, and only two streams of blood flowed out.

Then, Meng Qi waved his right hand, and hit Jiang Zhiwei’s middle with his back palm, pointed out abruptly with his index finger, revealing his strength, like starlight condensed, and quickly spread to other big acupoints.

Star god point finger

Jiang Zhiwei fell to the ground slowly, her hand holding the long sword did not loosen at all.

Seeing this, Meng Qicai breathed a sigh of relief, didn’t dare to waste time, and went directly to Jiang Zhiwei’s purse and other places, and took out the Ba Hui Pill.

With a little force in her right hand, Jiang Zhiwei opened her mouth, and Meng Qi flicked her left hand, and the Puffy Pill flew into her mouth, and it melted when it met water.

Then, Meng Qi pressed his palms on the vest, and used his strength to help her release the power of the medicine. Then he took out the Buddha’s Cooling Leng and placed it in front of Jiang Zhiwei’s body, pouring his spirit into it and directly stimulating it.

The light is like a bean, but it can illuminate the ten directions. It is warm, pure and solemn, and complements the surrounding glazed Buddha light.

It seems that this place is no longer a demon world, but a Buddha land.

The light of the green lantern shone on Jiang Zhiwei’s body, revealing traces of demonic energy, and there was a distorted black shadow between her brows.

Meng Qi’s face became serious, his temperament changed, like the sky looking down on the vicissitudes of life, invading Jiang Zhiwei’s sea of ​​mind with changing sky and earth.

Half of the sea of ​​mind is dark, and the remaining half is full of “sword energy”, stubbornly resisting.

After mid-air, Jiang Zhiwei’s primordial spirit was weak, entwined with traces of black air, his eyes were blood-red and hollow, and the sharp air gradually turned into filth.

When the light shines in, the power of the medicine bursts out, and the black energy is fixed and slowly dissipated.

Meng Qi directly evokes Jiang Zhiwei’s memory fragments, and countless golden lights gather and pour into the primordial spirit, allowing her to get rid of the influence of killing intent.

“I’ve already thought of your nickname after you become famous.”

“what”

“Chicken Butcher Sword God.”

The voice reverberated, Jiang Zhiwei’s eyes got rid of the holes, and Yuanshen turned into a sword energy, soaring into the sky.

The black air was crushed, screams sounded, and Meng Qi’s spirit was also ejected from the sea of ​​mind.

Black air swayed out of Jiang Zhiwei’s seven orifices, which were completely dispersed by the light of the green lamp. Then she vomited out a large pool of black water violently, but the blood color of her eyes and the coquettishness of her lips faded with it. .

“It’s finally done.” Meng Qi couldn’t help showing a bright smile, and then he was distracted from his injury, and his muscles squirmed to stop the bleeding.

Jiang Zhiwei looked at Meng Qi who was still bleeding from two nosebleeds, bit her lip, half suppressed a smile and half was moved: “Don’t wipe your face yet.”

Meng Qi responded, and first helped Jiang Zhiwei relieve the acupoints, and then wiped away the nosebleed.

“Thanks to you again.” Jiang Zhiwei said with emotion, “I really felt like I had an inescapable nightmare before.”

After rescuing a companion, Meng Qi was in high spirits for a while, and nodded, “The matter is urgent, we must find Senior Brother Qi and the others quickly, so as not to be entangled in consciousness and difficult to separate, let’s talk as we walk.”

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