Chapter 157 Night Journey
The night was dark and the mountain breeze was slightly cool. Meng Qi carried Hualun on his back, spread out his Fengshen legs, and ran along the shortest road back to Qinshan City.
"Mr. Meng's Qinggong is no small feat..." Hua Lun was born in a real sect, and he still has a certain ability to distinguish the quality of martial arts. At this time, he felt the power of catching wind and shadow, and couldn't help but secretly praise him. However, he recalled that Mr. Meng in the ruined temple Despite his heroic gestures and words, he was always uneasy in his heart. After all, Mr. Meng only had four or six orifices, and there were many masters above this level among the followers in the Luo Sect. Being too careless and arrogant would only lead to a desperate situation.
"Fortunately, he is good at Qinggong." Hua Lun thought happily. According to Mr. Meng's current Qinggong and body skills, he can still run away if he can't be beaten!
Meng Qi was full of pride, but he was not negligent at all. His four orifices were operating at full strength, his eyes were watching six directions, and his ears were listening in all directions to prevent being attacked by others.
In the dark night, the forest, mountains and rocks are like monsters lurking quietly, teeth and claws showing, making people feel heart palpitated.
Suddenly, a figure appeared from the forest on the left and right of Meng Qi. He held a long and strange weapon in his hand and attacked Meng Qi up and down.
"Be careful!" Hua Lun paid close attention to the movements around him.
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Meng Qi's long sword stabbing to the left and cutting to the right like a drunkard wielding it. After a clanking sound, the two figures retreated diagonally forward, blocking the road.
The two men were dressed in black and white robes, with disheveled hair. They looked like ghosts. The weapons they held were long sticks with hooks in front of them. They were quite special. After a slight adjustment, they continued to rush towards Meng Qi.
Hua Lun's eyes narrowed, and he transmitted the secret message to Meng Qi: "The two ghosts of Zhoushan are masters of the four orifices. The locking stick is a strange weapon, and they are good at capturing people."
He took the time to let Meng Qi understand his opponent and improve the possibility of winning.
While they were talking, Meng Qi and Zhou Shan were both rushing forward, and the two sides had already collided.
As soon as the lock stick picked up Meng Qi's long sword, he swung it down on his head, sending strong winds and great power.
"They like to join forces to deal with the enemy, which is better than many masters with six orifices."
Meng Qi's long sword did not dodge, and was sent into the hook shape in front of the locking stick. Then when the opponent's old strength was exhausted and new strength was not yet generated, he stirred up, flying the locking stick, and hit another falling one. The front end of a locking stick.
There were two clanging sounds, the lock sticks flew across the sky, and Meng Qi stabbed from left to right. The two ghosts from Zhoushan screamed and retreated, covering their faces, and fled into the forest in panic.
"It is said..." Hua Lun was halfway through his words when he saw the two ghosts of Zhou Shan were defeated. He could only stop abruptly and praised, "Mr. Meng, your swordsmanship is good!"
"That's ridiculous." Meng Qi smiled and spoke without chasing. He continued to go down the mountain road. After exiting the forest, there was a dangerous mountain road ahead. There were cliffs on the right and cliffs on the left. You could vaguely see the miasma filling the air. .
At this moment, a man came out from behind the rock at the entrance of the mountain road. He held a long sword with his hands across his chest. He looked at Meng Qi and Hua Lun coldly. He did not make a sneak attack, but slowly approached them.
"The 'Tinglei Sword' cannot be accomplished. He is in the realm of six or seven orifices. He is a famous lone swordsman in the mountains and rivers. He is aloof and arrogant and disdains siege or sneak attack. I didn't expect that even he has become a follower of the Luo Sect." Because there is still some distance, Hua Lun Neng finished speaking calmly, with a rather heavy tone.
"Mr. Meng, you must be careful. Mo Cheng's 'Seven Swords of Listening to Thunder' is one of the rare sword techniques in 'Three Mountains and Four Rivers'. He himself is also a recognized master in several sects..." Hua Lunyu Extremely fast and authentic.
When the Mo Chang Sword is displayed, it changes very little. It is as fast as lightning and contains the sound of wind and thunder.
"Tinglei Seven Swords, first-class fast swords..."
Facing Mo Cheng's Ting Lei Sword, Meng Qi did not defend and counterattacked. He stabbed out his sword and pointed it directly at Mo Cheng's wrist. He struck first!
Mo Cheng's face jumped slightly. He turned his sword and had to change his moves to intercept Meng Qi's sword. Otherwise, before he could hit the opponent, his wrist would be stabbed and it would be difficult to hold the sword.
He circled the sword and spread it out like a fan, but the Bingque Sword that Meng Qi thrust out suddenly tilted up and unexpectedly changed its direction, pointing diagonally 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. As he advanced and retreated, the distance remained unchanged, as if he had measured it!
Watching such a battle, Hua Lun was slightly stunned and had stopped describing the characteristics of the Seven Swords of Listening to Thunder.
Seeing that it was difficult to dodge the throat-piercing sword, Mo Cheng gritted his teeth and stabbed out the long sword, pointing it at Meng Qi's throat as well, intending to risk his life and survive.
As long as the other party is not willing to lose both sides, or even die together, he can relax!
Meng Qi's long sword suddenly turned, and completely violated the rules of sword use. He slapped Mo Cheng's left shoulder with the sword blade. The force was so strong that Mo Cheng lost his balance and stumbled to the side uncontrollably. His long sword naturally also Then he lost his accuracy and failed to stab Meng Qi.
There was a cliff to the right of Mo Cheng. After staggering a few steps, he fell directly into the clouds and mist. His screams frightened the birds in the mountain.
In this fight, Mo Cheng was completely defeated in just a few breaths, and Hualun's Seven Swords of Listening to Thunder had not even begun to be described in detail.
He fell silent, not knowing what to say.
Meng Qi didn't waste any time and set foot on the mountain road, traveling quickly at night.
The mountain road is narrow and can only allow two people to pass side by side, but for a person like Meng Qi, who is outstanding in Qinggong and body skills, there is no problem at all, as if walking on flat ground.
Halfway through, Meng Qi and Hua Lun, who had opened their eyes, saw a figure running along the mountain road in front of them. Apparently Mo Cheng's screams attracted the attention of their accomplices, so they headed up the mountain road in the opposite direction, planning to go up the mountain road. Interception.
Hua Lun's tone became particularly solemn: "It was the Luo Jiao Zukong envoy who injured me. He has at least seven orifices and has mastered the Black God Palm. His strength is even higher than that of Mo Cheng."
He was vaguely afraid of this Zukong user, reminded Meng Qi again, and planned to describe the uniqueness of the opponent's martial arts.
Meng Qi raised his sword and charged forward. After two breaths, he met Luo Jiao Zukong's envoy. The long sword was slashed out in an unruly manner, crookedly, as if it was wielded by an ordinary person who did not understand martial arts.
"His movement skills are mysterious and he likes to expose flaws on his left side to lure enemies."
Faced with this unconventional swordsmanship, Commander Ji Kong could not help but be startled. He made a mistake with his palms and was about to hit the blade of Meng Qi's long sword.
Meng Qi suddenly struck the ground with his long sword, hitting it in Zikongzhi's palm. He took advantage of the force and flew up. The light of the sword was bright again, pure and clear.
"The black divine palm of his right hand can do two things..." Before Hua Lun could finish his words, he saw Meng Qi fly over Zikongshi's head like a roc with its wings spread, and land behind him.
He hurriedly turned around, only to see that Zukong had fallen on his back and fell into the cliff. He could vaguely see a trace of blood between his eyebrows, his eyes were wide open, and his expression was frozen.
This is too fast... Hua Lun thought blankly.
With this sword, Meng Qi transformed the "Yam Luo Tie" into the Dugu Nine Swords. Although it was incomplete, it was enough to kill Zukong when the flaw was revealed!
After his feet landed on the ground, Meng Qi didn't even look back. He was completely indifferent to the assassin behind him and continued to move quickly with his sword, not doubting the effect of the sword just now.
The mountain road was steep and long, but Meng Qi ran with all his strength and quickly reached the foot of the mountain. 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 staff.
Hua Lun opened his mouth, but finally chose to shut up without saying a word.
The fat monk danced his Zen staff, and the wind blew heavily in his face.
Meng Qi's long sword casually hit a certain position on the body of the Zen staff. The Zen staff suddenly lost control. It seemed that it had been affected by a force of four or two, and it suddenly changed direction, pulling the fat monk forward.
Meng Qi sidestepped slightly, speeding up. When he passed by, his long sword suddenly retracted, and he continued to run wildly. The fat monk behind him dropped his water-milled Zen staff to the ground, covered his chest, and slowly fell down.
The official road of "Three Mountains and Four Rivers" was relatively flat. Meng Qi used his Fengshen legs with all his strength and strode forward. Not long after, he vaguely saw Qinshan City, while Hua Lun on his back remained silent and his eyes were slightly dull.
"Master Hua, why didn't you describe the situation of the fat monk just now so that I could take action?" Meng Qi suddenly smiled and said.
Hua Lun said in a dull voice: "I think it's meaningless, and it's too late to finish..."
The scene in the ruined temple that impressed him suddenly appeared in his mind. Meng Gong fired his sword loudly and said with great pride:
"Let's wait for them to try the sword."