The moonlit night is deep, the wind is bone-chilling, and the narrow alleys are exceptionally quiet.

A gray-robed figure walked in a tiger's step, waving his big sleeves as he walked, and entered the alley in a few steps. Suddenly, a sword light appeared in the darkness, like a shocking lightning flying away, flashing and disappearing, and then there was a sharp sword roar that broke through the sky.

Although the gray-robed figure had been on guard, the sudden appearance of the sword light was too fast, and he could only dodge back in a hurry, and only then did he investigate and avoid the key point of the head, but the hood on the top was picked open, revealing the huge ring scar on the bright bald head.

Sure enough, it's a monk of the Shaolin faction!

Liu Meng's surprise attack was almost successful, but the other party reacted quickly and was agile, although he regretted it in his heart, he didn't dare to relax at all. Now that you have taken the lead, you must not let the other party get a chance to breathe. At that moment, the long sword was unfolded, and ten percent of Zhenyue was transported to break the internal force, the wind returned to the electric excitation, the lonely goose flew south, and the broken goose was lonely Hong, and the rapid three consecutive moves were used coherently, and the sound of the tip of the sword breaking through the air was continuous, forcing the gray-robed monk to resist, and retreating again and again.

This monk has a lot of experience in dealing with the enemy, and in such an unfavorable situation, his hands are still constantly clapping, and the strong wind is stirring between the waves of his robe sleeves, but he is using his mastery like a palm, trying to find an opportunity to block and block the opponent's stabbing attack like a storm, in order to turn the situation back.

It's a pity that it was the disciples of the Hengshan faction who made a surprise attack this time, and the swordsmanship was the most famous for its swiftness and ruthlessness. In particular, Liu Meng knew that his cultivation was not deep, and he had put a lot of effort into relying on the auxiliary cultivation system, how could he fight against a strong enemy and give full play to his fast sword advantage, but he had rehearsed countless times, how could he let this gray-robed monk easily turn around?

The gray-robed monk has a strong palm, and the occasional touch is a strong force, regardless of the bloody wound where his wrist was cut by the long sword, he wanted to stop this continuous sword momentum. Seeing that this monk was desperate, Liu Meng also used his internal force to the extreme, endured the faint numbness and soreness in his right hand holding the sword, and used the long sword even more like a torrential rain.

Thousands of miles of shock, broken goose lonely hong, and light chanting back wind, another triple move quickly stabbed out, especially the last move light chanting back wind, using the wonderful attack angle of the previous two moves, to put the opponent into a situation where the body is twisted and unfavorable for activities. Immediately after that, Liu Meng took a vertical leap, his body bent and reversed in the air, and the tip of the sword trembled and sent out an invincible killing move, "One sword falls nine geese"!

The sound of sneering through the air sounded almost in unison, and this move almost condensed all of Liu Meng's mental strength, bringing up a lot of cold stars, directly covering the shiny bald head of the other party.

But it's such a wonderful swordsmanship? The gray-robed monk was full of confidence, and followed him into the narrow alley alone, expecting to be found and retreated. Unexpectedly, since he was attacked by the opponent, he has not been able to recover the opportunity, and he has not even gotten a decent return chance. The opponent's fast and ruthless swordsmanship, the moves are close to the point, as long as there is a slight negligence, the end is to drink hatred immediately.

But the opponent is not only fast with the sword, but also the connection between the sword moves is also wonderful, forcing himself to dodge according to the gap left by the opponent, and finally the waist is twisted, the legs can't bear the strength, and they are already in an unavoidable danger.

The sword wind was agitated, and before the tip of the sword was stabbed, the cold air emitted by the forest people stabbed several major points on the head and hurt. When the gray-robed monk understood that life and death were at stake, he immediately roared angrily, his head and face suddenly turned into a yellow gas, and his hands turned over one by one, and he actually met it with his flesh palm, wanting to use the golden bell jar of more than ten years of penance to block this mysterious and powerful sword.

After a few sneers, Liu Meng didn't have time to land on the ground, so he jumped backwards again, stood behind him and looked around, only to see that the gray-robed monk was standing still, and a pair of fleshy palms had been pierced through five holes. His head and face were dripping with blood, and the shape was terrifying.

With the feeling coming from the sword, Liu Meng knew that after piercing the opponent's palm, the tip of the sword hit the Baihui acupoint on the top of his head, and the strength attached to the sword had all been triggered. In this way, even if it is the reincarnation of the other party's King Kong, in the case of being stabbed in the death hole, he can only honestly go to the west to learn the scriptures.

Standing with a backhand with a sword, Liu Meng took advantage of the dim moonlight to watch the gray-robed monk's face gradually turn from pale yellow to pale, and then waited until the dead ashes came to his eyes, the monk's body shook twice, and then fell backwards.

Be careful, Liu Meng was still a little uneasy, continued to maintain a vigilant posture and watched for a while, and saw that the monk was lying motionless on the ground, with no ups and downs between his chest and abdomen, so he stepped forward and stabbed the point twice with the tip of his sword to ensure that the other party could not die.

This fight didn't last long, and counting from the start of the sneak attack, it was only ten moves. But it was the most distracting battle since Liu Meng entered this world. The monk is dead, and there is no longer the momentum of the dragon and tiger steps just now, looking at the other party's slightly old face, obviously not young, when it is a senior monk of the Chengzi generation, I don't know if it is the Arhat of the Dharma Academy or the warrior monk of the Arhat Hall.

Raising his hand to wipe the beads of sweat on his face, Liu Meng couldn't help but secretly call it a fluke, thanks to his quick decision, he led the monk into the alley to carry out a decisive sneak attack, otherwise he would definitely not be his opponent in the open area.

Killing the monks of the Shaolin faction in Dengfeng City is an extremely shocking thing, and when it is discovered in the Ming Dynasty, there will be no place for others to stand in Dengfeng City. Destroying corpses and destroying traces, the necessary skills for walking on the rivers and lakes, Liu Meng has naturally learned, and thanks to the teachings of the information explosion society, he knows all kinds of means. It's just the first time I've done this kind of thing, and it's inevitably a little disgusting, so I just dealt with it simply.

It's a pity that he didn't ask Wei Xiaobao for the corpse-dissolving potion. Liu Meng thought about it, brushed his sword a few times, scratched all the faces of the dead monk, and then cut off the head and palms that could best expose the identity of the deceased, wrapped them in gray robes, climbed over the wall and crossed the courtyard, walked a few mansions, found a well and threw it in.

Returning to the inn to fetch water and wash up, Liu Meng didn't dare to be careless, and slept with a long sword in his clothes. The next time, I asked the guy to go to the street to buy some items of oil and fat powder, and according to the instructions of Uncle Hu Yuanlin a few days ago, he took out some and made a paste, and dressed up carefully in front of the bronze mirror. Turn a delicate and kind face into the image of a sick seedling with a yellowish face and black cheeks.

When he changed into an ordinary coarse cotton jacket, put on a thick cotton felt hat, and coughed in a low voice from time to time, Liu Meng turned into a famous businessman who was overworked and sick.

After walking around the street a few times, I confirmed that there was no anomaly, and the Shaolin sect had not yet discovered that the senior monks in the temple had been killed. Liu Meng was relieved, so he staggered to the steamed bun shop at the gate of Beicheng, no matter how surprised he looked, he picked up the soup dumplings by himself, learned from Feng Buxuan, and stood in front of the stall to eat.

Two baskets of juicy and delicious soup dumplings with delicious meat fillings went down, Liu Meng took out a penny from his arms, and threw it to the cook to pretend to be invincible, and threatened: "No need to look for it!" Then he swaggered away, ignoring the screams behind him.

After grinding in the teahouse for a while, Liu Meng came to the beef miscellaneous restaurant where he and Wei Xiaobao gathered, sat down and ordered a few plates of dishes, and waited while eating. After a short time, a well-dressed rich boy hurriedly walked in, and after looking around, he waited until Liu Meng beckoned, and then came and sat down in surprise.

In order to make it easier for them to meet each other, Liu Meng and Wei Xiaobao decided to meet in this beef miscellaneous house every ten days, so as to listen to the confidential information he found in the Shaolin Temple. Today is the first time, so Wei Xiaobao is very obedient and came on time.

The expression is both nervous and exciting, Wei Xiaobao is of course the first time to experience this kind of underground party jointing method, especially the two of them are carefully disguised, the kind of suspense that walks in the hearts of the enemy, the most attractive teenager who yearns for a heroic and righteous life.

Wei Xiaobao did have important news to tell him this time, and after his mind stabilized for a while, he hurriedly whispered: "Lao Meng, it's really a big deal!" The little emperor has come to the Holy Decree, let me go to Wutai Mountain to be the abbot of Liangkuai Temple, what can I do?! The big thing of burning Shaolin Temple hasn't started yet! ”