Chapter 123: Hate cannot last overnight (first update guaranteed)

Chapter 123: Hate cannot last overnight (first update guaranteed)

The Snow Mountain Sect disciples and others who had been asked for help by Meng Qi in the inn were afraid of the revenge of the Crying Old Man's lineage and were unwilling to commit suicide, so they had no choice but to have Gu Gongzi Gu Changqing, who had a chivalrous spirit and a heart of compassion, quietly embroidered with An Guoxie. and Meng Qi, confirmed that they entered the temple for the night.

At night, he held his long sword and silently walked around the small lake, blocking the vicinity of the temple, but he did not dare to go in. After all, he only had two orifices, and there was a huge gap between him and An Guoxie. Saving people rashly would only lead to death. Or die.

He was not here to save people this time, but to inquire about the situation and find an opportunity to confirm the identity of the captured young monk. In this way, when he arrived at the oasis below, he could ask several seniors to join forces to scare away An Guoxie - fighting alone, they He may not be An Guoxie's opponent.

With two whooshes, he climbed up a big tree around the temple, hid in the canopy, and stared at the broken windows.

He had opened his eyes and had outstanding vision. Through the broken part of the window, he roughly saw the scene in the temple. The young monk was lying in front of the incense table, his eyes were closed, as if he was in a coma, and his right hand was as soft as a bone. The ground hung down by his side, as if he had suffered a great trauma, but the "white-headed vulture" sat ten feet away, crossing his legs and adjusting his breath, without any abnormality.

Gu Changqing gathered his thoughts and waited patiently for the opportunity. As long as An Guoxie was distracted, he would throw the paper ball in his hand and let the little monk see it, so that it would be convenient for the future.

The lake behind him reflects the increasingly scarce lights in the oasis, making it quiet and desolate.

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The stench in Meng Qi's nose hit his head, and he was extremely alert. He turned his head slightly and saw that under the incense table and under the curtain, he saw the slightly dark Red Sun Evil Suppressing Sword and the Ice Que wrapped in a light gold scabbard. The sword was lying quietly with the hilt facing outward, making it easy to pick it up.

The Lord of the Six Paths of Reincarnation is really good at what he does... Meng Qi praised the Lord of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, pretended to moan in pain, moved a step towards the incense table, closed the distance that seemed far before, and lay on his side with his left hand on the ground.

An Guoxie opened his eyes, looked at Meng Qi who was "squirming in pain", and sneered: "Can't you bear this little pain? I don't think you can experience all my tortures."

His tone was rather regretful.

Meng Qi was "excited" and forcibly endured the "pain". An Guo smiled and continued to close his eyes and adjust his breathing. His injury was stabilized. Although it would take some time to fully recover, there was no need to interrupt it. The ground healed.

With his energy, spirit and mind as smooth as one, Meng Qi adjusted himself to his peak state and then patiently waited for the opportunity.

This time, I will make progress without retreating!

If you can't kill An Guoxie, you will most likely die yourself!

He couldn't wait for the "Sorrowful Breeze" to fully take effect, because An Guoxie opened his nose orifices and was very sensitive to the smell of poisonous gases, and his body's nine orifices opened at the same time to build the inner world and form a cycle of its own. Once something went wrong, he could immediately detect it. , Therefore, when the sorrowful breeze has just taken effect, when An Guoxie is alert to external enemies, the sword must be drawn.

With such concentration, time seemed to pass very slowly, and Meng Qi was not impatient at all.

While An Guoxie closed his eyes and adjusted his breath, he suddenly felt that the movement of his inner breath was a bit difficult. He was startled. He held his breath and focused his mind on his nose. He felt all kinds of smells that seemed to be absent but were extremely keen.

The movement of the inner breath became increasingly difficult and gradually dissipated. Anguoxie's nose had already identified the problem. The pebbles clasped secretly in his left hand were hit with a strong wind towards the place where the smell drifted.

At the same time, he was using the Kuangsha Divine Art with all his strength to resist the invasion of this inexplicable poisonous gas.

Bang, the sound of pebbles hitting the small porcelain bottle suddenly sounded in the quiet temple.

Meng Qi probed with his right hand, and the inner energy and spirit suddenly exploded, and a light that was neither bright nor bloody jumped out, as if a call from the heart, and mysteriously and unspeakably slashed at An Guoxie.

The thunder marks on the back of his left hand were prominent, dripping purple, and the thunder power of God's punishment filled the air.

Part of An Guoxie's attention was on resisting the poisonous gas and eliminating its influence, while the other part was distracted by the direction of the smell and the rest of the temple, fearing that people would attack him and rescue the little bald donkey.

But at this moment, the light of the sword lit up and the world of mortals rolled in!

An Guoxie's eyes couldn't hide the astonishment, surprise and disbelief. He had clearly shattered his Dantian and pinched his arm. How could the little bald donkey still be able to perform such a stunning blow?

He had no defense at all, and even when the sword came to him, he suddenly realized who had cut it out!

"Idiot, your nose is so white that you can't even detect poisonous gas! You might as well cut it off!"

"What's the use of you? You were deceived by such a little trick. Believe it or not, ancestor, I will seal your acupuncture points and throw you out to feed the wolves!"

"It's useless, please kill yourself, so that I, ancestor, won't waste my energy!"

The shouts and curses from the ancestor were heard, and the "terrible pressure" from the ancestor was clearly added to his ears. An Guoxie trembled all over, and murmured to himself: "I was wrong, ancestor, I was wrong, please spare me." …”

The ancestor was furious, and even the pressure was much more terrifying than normal. It was vaguely similar to the power of thunder that he had felt when he witnessed the monster going through the tribulation. It made him tremble physically and mentally, and he wanted to kowtow and admit his mistake.

Severe pain hit him, and An Guoxie came back to his senses. In his sight was a dark red sword. The blade was hot and there were faint patterns emerging.

It has already hit my forehead and cheek!

No!

At this critical moment, the pain became more and more irritating, and An Guoxie's full potential exploded. All the bones in his body, including his skull, were collapsing.

As soon as Meng Qi succeeded with the sword, he felt that the person under the sword was as if he had no bones, retreating with the wind, weak and weak.

An Guoxie's eyebrows and cheeks were half-opened, blood was flowing, and he was dizzy. He finally got a chance to breathe, raised his right hand, and slapped the Red Sun Evil Suppressing Knife away with one palm.

Meng Qi was not frightened and remained calm. If one knife could kill this master who had all nine orifices opened, he would be surprised!

He raised his left hand, and a black iron dart shot out. At the same time, he raised his toes, and the Bingque Sword was unsheathed and fell into his left hand.

An Guoxie had just slapped the sword away, but before he could recover, he saw a black iron dart opened in front of him. He had to bite the tip of his tongue, exerted the mystery of Kuangsha Magic, took a strong breath, swung his left palm diagonally, and dodged to the right.

Damn it, where did he get the hidden weapon from?

I have obviously searched his whole body!

His eyes suddenly condensed, and the black iron dart flew in front of him, and the ground suddenly split into seven rays, hitting seven different directions!

One hit flew away with his left palm, and he dodged two with his right hand, but the remaining four hit An Guoxie solidly!

An Guoxie roared in pain, and a layer of black energy appeared on his face. The "poisonous gas" that Kuangsha's magical power had gradually resisted before suddenly lost control. The internal energy disappeared and the poison increased.

I'm not willing to give in! His palms were exhausted, and he roared in his heart. The Kuangsha Magic Power went backwards and continued to operate without hesitation.

An Guoxie's body suddenly expanded, just like the beginning of a sandstorm, all the poisonous gas and poison were discharged, and the darts also fell down.

But at this moment, Meng Qi's figure was reflected in his pupils. The gray monk's robes were tattered and dirty, his face was handsome and solemn, and he held a sword in his left hand, posing in a posture of sending a letter.

Then, a pure and condensed sword light lit up, carrying a strong death aura, and penetrated Anguo Xie's face with an aura of no retreat and no return.

He can also use a sword...

Where did he get the sword...

Facing three consecutive waves of Meng Qi's attacks, An Guoxie had completely changed and couldn't regain his breath. He could only shrink his head downwards as if to hide it in his stomach.

After Meng Qi "cut off the pure" with one sword, without the Sacrifice Technique, although he was unable to use another sword, he did not collapse. He could still use other sword techniques, and he could also use "Yam Luo Tie".

All his spirit and thoughts were "condensed" on the long sword. There was only one belief in his heart, either he died or I died!

The sword was stern, powerful, and murderous. With a slight difference, it penetrated An Guoxie's forehead before he softened his bones and moved his head downward!

An Guoxie had a strange expression, he seemed to be crying, he seemed to be laughing, he seemed to be in disbelief, he seemed to be angry and unwilling to accept his resentment. His mouth was slightly opened, and he wanted to say something, but there was only a sound of hehe.

A translucent sword was nailed between his eyebrows, and blood was flowing out.

Lost... actually lost to a little bald donkey who had just enlightened...

How could this happen... Why was he able to recover from all his injuries and improve his martial arts... Why did he have a sword, a sword, and a hidden weapon...

But even so, as long as I come back to my senses, I can still kill him...

I'm not willing to give in!

Snap, he fell to the ground on his back, revealing the Bingque sword with bright red and milky white tips on the tip, his eyes wide open, and he refused to close his eyes!

Deceased: An Guoxie.

Identity: The disciple of the Crying Old Man; the white-headed vulture; the master of all nine orifices; the thirty-sixth on the list of people.

Cause of death: sword between eyebrows, poisonous attack.

Death condition: softened bones, blackened skin, knife marks on the cheeks, and a hidden weapon on the body.

Murderer: Shaolin Zhending.

Seeing An Guoxie fall to the ground, Meng Qi did not dare to neglect, stretched out the Red Sun Evil Suppressing Sword in his right hand, and with a strong wave, separated An Guoxie's head and body, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally kill him!

Finally saved myself!

If Yan Luo Tie had hesitated for a moment, An Guoxie would have shortened his neck and avoided the vital point. He could only use the Sacrifice Technique and activate the "Luo Hongchen" to deliver the final blow. Even if he could kill those who had no time to recover, An Guoxie, who is exhausted and weak, will have a difficult time in the future. Any horse bandit can kill him. After all, this is the second time he has used the Sacrifice Technique, and the backlash will be more serious.

Looking at An Guoxie's deadpan face, Meng Qi suddenly recalled the torture he had suffered before. He felt happy and laughed loudly. Didn't he say that he wanted to crush the rest of my body? Didn't you say that you would use all kinds of torture to torture me? Why are you lying there and not talking now?

Hum, I am so compassionate that I won’t torture your corpse.

Meng Qi felt proud for a while. No matter how unexpected it was, no matter whether An Guoxie's strength was still 50% or 60%, being able to kill a nine-aperture master with the strength of four apertures was a feat worth being proud of, and it was shocking. The incredible thing about losing big teeth.

Moreover, this shows that his sword skills and internal strength have truly entered the ranks of masters!

"An Guoxie is ranked thirty-sixth on the human list. Now that I have killed him, will I replace him in the ranking? But this is not good. My real strength may not even be at the level of someone who first entered the human list. If it weren't for An Guoxie I never expected that if I try again a hundred times, I will lose." Meng Qi has always been a divergent thinker, so he thought of the ranking for some reason. With corresponding strength, it will definitely not be able to deal with the challengers that come one after another.

"Forget it, let's ignore such ridiculous things for now. Let's destroy An Guoxie's corpse or use his corpse to mislead. Bandits are rampant in the vast sea, and nearly one-third of them follow the lineage of the crying old man Zeluo Ju. Order, if anyone knows that I killed An Guoxie, I am afraid that I will be surrounded by horse bandits as soon as I leave the oasis..." Meng Qi quickly suppressed all his whims and made a decision.

So he raised his sword and unleashed his strength, destroying the wounds on An Guoxie's body to prevent others from seeing his unique move.

Looking at An Guoxie's wide-open eyes, Meng Qi suddenly laughed and said to the corpse, "Let me ask, is this a grudge?"