Chapter 38 The world at your fingertips

Chapter 38 The world at your fingertips

As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Shun's pace suddenly accelerated, like a mad cow rushing towards Qi Zhengyan and Meng Qi, who were still standing.

Although his martial arts was at the bottom among the four great masters, he was still a strong man in the awakening stage. Qi Zhengyan did not dare to be careless. He made a circle with his long sword and made an arc, just like the setting sun. His defense was leak-proof and his intention was He stabilized himself first, and with Meng Qi's cooperation, he dragged Jiang Zhiwei and Zhang Yuanshan to finish healing and get up to join forces.

It is not that he has no experience fighting against powerful people who have opened their eyes. Whether it is sparring in the sect or the mission of the Hidden Emperor Castle, there are many opponents who only have their eyes opened. Therefore, he is quite confident in his rigorous and steady Changhe swordsmanship, even if there is no hope of victory. , it can still be done after delaying for a while, not to mention that now I have learned some of the "Thirteen Styles of Thousand Changes of Clouds and Mists", which are hidden in my swordsmanship. They are unpredictable and may even hurt Tang Shun and weaken him. Strength.

By then, even if Jiang Zhiwei and Zhang Yuanshan can only perform at 20 to 30% of their level, relying on their exquisite swordsmanship and the strength of their numbers, they are still expected to repel Tang Shun or support them until the main mission is completed.

Meng Qi could probably guess what Qi Zhengyan was thinking. He took eight divine steps, ducked to the side, and struck a blow to the head. They cooperated very well.

Just when Qi Zhengyan and Meng Qi were about to use up their moves, Tang Shun suddenly jumped forward and took the initiative to hit the tip of the sword, as if committing suicide!

Oops!

This abnormal change aroused Qi Zhengyan's vigilance, but Tang Shun's vision was extremely accurate and his timing was extremely precise. He had no time to put away his sword and return to defense. He could only change his moves and could only turn to one side, lowering his chest and shrinking his belly.

Poof, the long sword made a dull sound as if it had been struck. Meng Qi's blow to the head, due to Tang Shun's sudden lunge, could only hit his back, slicing his clothes, exposing his dark skin, and leaving white scratches.

The wind from his palm was fierce, Qi Zhengyan escaped with his long sword, and his whole body flew out. Blood spurted out from his mouth, and he fell heavily to the ground.

Practicing kung fu horizontally?

A perfect iron shirt?

Meng Qi ducked backwards, and then strangely pounced to the left, avoiding Tang Shun's casual blow after knocking Qi Zhengyan away. He was extremely shocked in his heart.

For so many days, I have been relying on the iron cloth shirt to attack, using fast to defeat the slow, and exchanging small injuries for major injuries to defeat the enemy. It has been smooth sailing, but now, I have to face an iron cloth shirt who is stronger than myself. He is even stronger and has a terrifying opponent whose martial arts skills are even higher than his own!

A blush flashed across Jiang Zhiwei and Zhang Yuanshan's faces, they forcibly interrupted their healing, raised their swords, and prepared to join the battle group.

After Qi Zhengyan landed, he struggled a few times before he managed to stand up. Although he had avoided the critical point of the palm just now, Tang Shun's strength was so strong that he was seriously injured after all.

Back and forth, left and right, facing the formidable enemy Tang Shun, Meng Qi could only walk around, relying on the eight steps of magic to hold on.

The gap between the two sides was really too big, otherwise Meng Qi would definitely choose Zhenmiao's strategy to deal with him.

But now, although Meng Qi's steps are weird, the space for movement is being compressed by Tang Shun little by little. Soon, he will be unable to escape.

"Miss Jiang and Senior Brother Zhang will be here soon..." Meng Qi gritted his teeth and concentrated on avoiding. Under such pressure and danger, he seemed to have a better grasp of the essence of the "Eight Steps of Divine Movement".

"Ha!" At this moment, Tang Shun suddenly exhaled and sounded like bells and drums.

Buzz! Meng Qi suddenly felt that his ears were ringing, his heart was restless, he was dizzy, his limbs were weak, and his steps were slowing down.

Snapped! Tang Shun took the opportunity to catch up, and with a wave of his right palm, he touched Meng Qi's back.

Meng Qi's vision went dark, his back was numb, and he flew into the air. His body made the sound of fried beans, and blood spurted out uncontrollably from his mouth.

Meng Qi woke up from the severe pain and happened to see Jiang Zhiwei and Zhang Yuanshan attacking and defending, catching Tang Shun.

Resisting the urge to faint, Meng Qi managed to adjust his breathing a few times. The mellow Shaolin internal energy slowly circulated like a clear spring, eliminating many discomforts and stabilizing Meng Qi's injuries.

"The injury is not serious..." Meng Qi examined his condition, "But the iron cloth shirt is completely damaged..."

Since Tang Shun's palm was flanked by Jiang Zhiwei and Zhang Yuanshan, he was unable to exert his full power. Meng Qi also had Xiao Cheng's iron cloth shirt to protect him, so he was only slightly injured and the iron cloth shirt failed, and he still had Xiao Cheng's strength. .

But without the iron cloth shirt, Meng Qi's strength dropped by at least 70%!

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In the main hall, the sound of wooden fish echoed without any gaps, creating a wonderful solemn silence.

Xinjie sat cross-legged in front of the golden Buddha statue, tapping the old wooden fish in front of him with a calm and indifferent expression. It did not look like a big enemy was coming, but rather like he was doing his daily homework.

"Monk Jiji, you have gained a bit of Zen." The sky outside was dark, lead clouds hung low, silver snakes flashed, and heavy rain fell. A figure slowly walked through the "curtain" formed by dripping water from the eaves, and stepped into the Main Hall. , none other than General Dorcha!

He was wearing a barbarian black robe, and his left eye, which was blinded by Jiang Zhiwei, was not closed, but widened with anger, revealing a heart-stopping darkness and hollowness.

"It's a pity that I couldn't persuade the donor to put down the butcher's knife." Shi Shiran said after his heart fell silent.

Duoercha laughed and said, "You will become a Buddha by killing all living beings!"

Following his words, strong winds roared in the Main Hall, blowing out the candles one after another.

Calm and unhurried, he struck the wooden fish again and said solemnly:

"Relics are the empty appearance of all dharmas, neither born nor destroyed..."

In his left palm, a burst of glazed Buddha light suddenly appeared, and bursts of Zen sounds were heard:

"Not dirty, not pure, neither increasing nor decreasing..."

The Buddha's light converged on Xin Ji, making him look like a solemn Buddha statue. The golden sculpture behind him, one small and one big, one virtual and one real, one moving and one still, formed an indescribable scene.

Duoercha's expression became solemn: "You actually gave up so many relics."

He swung his right fist, and the wind in front of him condensed into a giant dragon, and lightning in the sky struck the top of the temple.

"... There is no suffering, no accumulation, no extinction, no wisdom, and no gain." Xin Ji slapped his left palm, and the Buddha's light was bright, and the Vajra's eyes were angry.

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Meng Qi jumped up, looking for the ring knife that flew out of his hand, and fully observed the battle between Jiang Zhiwei and Zhang Yuanshan. At the same time, he saw from the corner of his eye that Qi Zhengyan picked up his long sword and stood there a little hesitantly.

Zhang Yuanshan is good at the great defense, and Jiang Zhiwei's swordsmanship is unmatched. One defense and one attack, actually temporarily stopped Tang Shun.

Originally, in their current situation, Tang Shun could break Zhang Yuanshan's defense with a few attacks, but at every critical moment, Jiang Zhiwei's "White Rainbow Piercing the Sun Sword" was like a poisonous snake coming out of a hole, stabbing at his weak points flexibly and terrifyingly, forcing him to give up attacking and switch to defense, giving Zhang Yuanshan a chance to breathe.

And if he wanted to defeat Jiang Zhiwei first, he couldn't break through Zhang Yuanshan's sword.

Seeing this situation, Meng Qi was secretly happy in his heart. Qi Zhengyan should not hesitate. With his help, Jiang Zhiwei and Zhang Yuanshan should be able to hold Tang Shun tightly and wait for the mission to end.

Just as Meng Qi found his ring knife and was ready to join the battle, Zhang Yuanshan's body suddenly trembled and his sword force suddenly slowed down.

Oops, his injury can't be suppressed!

As soon as this sentence flashed in Meng Qi's mind, he saw Tang Shun seize the opportunity, slapped Zhang Yuanshan's long sword away with a palm, kicked his side with his left foot, and kicked him directly out.

The sound of Zhang Yuanshan's ribs breaking was clearly audible. After landing, blood spurted out. He wanted to stand up but was unable to do so. He was seriously injured and dying.

Without his defense, Jiang Zhiwei immediately faced Tang Shun. In two or three moves, because of her unstable injuries and lack of strength, her movements were not as agile and swift as when she was in her prime. Tang Shun found a good opportunity and took a sword with his left palm. He approached her and used his right shoulder to knock her away.

Jiang Zhiwei's clothes fluttered, her teeth clenched, but the blood at the corner of her mouth flowed out like money. Even so, she still held the long sword tightly. After landing, she barely used the sword body to support herself from falling.

"Very clever force release skills..." Tang Shun was stunned for a moment and exclaimed. He originally thought that this attack could kill Jiang Zhiwei directly, but he only seriously injured her. "What a pity, what a pity, you can't even beat a child now..." He looked around and saw the injured and the weak. He was secretly proud and laughed loudly: "Your martial arts are all exquisite and extraordinary, and obviously have an extraordinary inheritance. Why don't you teach me and let you die a little easier, okay?" As he said, he looked at Jiang Zhiwei: "You are so pretty, Tang has never seen such a pretty girl in his life. If it weren't for the general's death order, I would have sympathized with you. Hehe, I like you, who are powerful martial arts and seem to be strong-willed chivalrous women, the most. If I carry you to the bed, I'll see if you beg for mercy..." Jiang Zhiwei looked extremely angry, but her current injuries made it difficult for her to even speak, and she could only breathe heavily. As Tang Shun spoke, he approached Jiang Zhiwei and Zhang Yuanshan, facing Meng Qi and Qi Zhengyan, intending to use his words and momentum to put pressure on them to die and force them to tell him the secret of his magic skills.

In fact, he had a unique way of forcing them to tell him, which was extremely vicious, but Jiang Zhiwei and Zhang Yuanshan were seriously injured and close to death. If he used this method, it would probably be "over" before he asked anything.

"What are you looking at, little monk? Your martial arts are ordinary and your strength is low. Well, I might as well kill you first." Tang Shun decided to kill the chicken to scare the monkey, and picked Meng Qi, who was the least worthy of forcing him to tell him.

Meng Qi kept cursing with foul language, but he was strangely calm in his heart, constantly thinking about how to deal with it.

Although he knew that the hope was extremely slim compared to the strength and situation of both sides, he did not collapse and tried to grasp the glimmer of hope.

"Use the Eight Steps of Divine Travel to get there... cut his vitals..." Meng Qi watched Tang Shun approach step by step, ready to fight to the death.

"If you don't fight, you're doomed to die, so you might as well risk it!"

Tang Shun walked towards Meng Qi with a smile, but his eyes were on Jiang Zhiwei and Zhang Yuanshan, waiting for them to surrender.

"Little monk, do you think I should remove your left hand or your right leg first? Or do you want to be a eunuch first?" Tang Shun laughed.

As soon as he finished speaking, his expression suddenly froze, and a white light bloomed in Qi Zhengyan's hand, becoming brighter and brighter, shining on everyone and hitting Tang Shun who was caught off guard.

Amid Tang Shun's roar, the sound of thick cloth being torn sounded, and at this time another white light flew out of Qi Zhengyan's hand, dazzling and even more fierce. With a "swoosh", it hit Tang Shun's right palm that he barely raised to block, and pierced directly into his chest.

"Mother-child Soul-Separating Dart?" Meng Qi felt vaguely familiar. It was a Tang Sect hidden weapon that had left a deep impression on him when he read novels before.

However, he had no time to think about it. The attack he had just planned became instinct. He dodged, ducked, and rolled, and got in front of Tang Shun. He stabbed his long knife upwards and penetrated Tang Shun's lower abdomen from the lower groin.

Meng Qi turned hard, blood poured down his head, and hot air rolled.

He didn't care to continue to use force, and threw away the knife and rolled away to avoid Tang Shun's counterattack before his death.

Tang Shun's tragic screams echoed in the back mountain, like a lone wolf crying at the moon, like an evil ghost crying at a grave.

The screams gradually became muted, and Tang Shun fell limply with his eyes wide open. There was a strange-shaped dart stuck in his chest, and his lower body was covered in blood and flesh.

After sending out the "Zi Mu Soul Leaving Dart", Qi Zhengyan seemed to be unable to stand still and fell to his knees, gasping for air.

"When did he redeem the 'Mother and Son Soul Leaving Dart'? Where did he get his good deeds from?" Meng Qi wiped the blood on his face, "Did he redeem all his Huanhua Sword Sect martial arts?"