Chapter Seventy-Eight: You Actually Poked Me in the Chest

The rivers and lakes have always respected the strong, and the major families or sects have always had extraordinary martial arts.

And the seven-step meteor of the Qing Yao faction is an admirable footwork among the countless martial arts of the family on the rivers and lakes.

Whether it is an extraordinary swordsman or a master of internal strength, the premise of defeating the opponent is to hurt the opponent, and no matter how many changes you have martial arts, you can't touch the opponent, and your efforts are in vain.

On the rivers and lakes, all the people in the martial arts who are facing the seven-step meteor are like this.

Therefore, there are so many ways to escape from the Central Plains Martial Arts Qimen, but the footwork that has been ranked first in the thirty years of the Jianghu Wannian Record has only one seven-step meteor.

This is also the main reason why the Qingyao faction is not a big family or a gate sect with a century-old inheritance like Huashan, but it plays an important role in the rivers and lakes.

Hong Sheng looked at Mei Junxing, who looked like a scholar opposite, it was not the first time he had fought privately with people on the rivers and lakes, and he was not afraid to face a powerful opponent.

It's better to say that he has met many men like Mei Junxing who seem to be or actually quite powerful.

However, it's a pity that none of them have the ability to defeat the seven-step meteor.

"Senior Brother Hongsheng......" Hongyi looked at the two men who were facing him, her brows furrowed, she only meant to stay in the inn, not to grudge with others, not to mention, Hongyi looked at the man who was riding a horse slightly......

Just now, he was able to fly a sword and kill people without using his internal strength, and he was a great master.

Even if this double-edged man can't be defeated, there are obviously other masters in this group.

As Red was thinking, the two men in the clearing had already started to move.

The master has made a move, and it is often only a few breaths to distinguish the winner and loser.

Tao Li was frozen in place, and she didn't seem to be worried about Mei Junxing for some reason.

She was far away, the night was dark, and she couldn't quite see the movements of the two of them, only hearing the collision of swords and swords "ping pong" a few times back and forth, and the people around her had a few exhalations of amazement.

Mei Junxing won?

Tao Li saw from a distance that Mei Junxing seemed to hug his fist at the man in white, so he put away his knife and walked back.

The man in white still stood there with his sword in hand, as if he couldn't believe what was happening.

A white cloth lay on the ground, and the sleeve of Hongsheng's sword-holding arm was twisted off, and the incision was neatly and neatly unforgiving.

How so?

How could anyone actually see the flaws of the seven-step meteor?!

Mei Junxing returned to Tao Li's side and put her fingers on her chest, and she felt that as soon as her body was loosened, she could move again.

"You actually poked me in the chest."

Tao Li, who was finally free, covered her chest with fear on the surface, but looked at Mei Junxing with a smile on her face, looking at the appearance of the two, she guessed that Mei Junxing had won, so she boldly teased Brother Mei.

Sure enough, Mei Junxing, who had returned triumphantly, had a dark face, his fingers were slightly curled, and he had to get used to it.

"Oh? You've done something bad and you're going to knock me? Tao Li hurriedly covered his head and ran to the side.

Mei Junxing raised his hand in the air, shook his head and wanted to take it back, and suddenly felt a burst of killing intent behind him, he quickly drew his sword and turned to fight, but saw a figure in a blue shirt blocking in front of him, and there was a burst of surprise around him.

"Sister Fran!"