Situ Jin's cry for help was destined to get no response.

Because every monk who enters the Candle Dragon Hall will be randomly assigned to any corner of the Candle Dragon Palace.

If you want to meet a monk who knows each other, it means that these two people are very fateful.

Such as Han Fei and Nie Chuan, Meng Tu and Meng Qianjun.

Han Fei and Nie Chuan have been fighting openly and secretly since the county order, and after so many years, no one can help anyone. It can be said that between the two of them, they rely on the word "fate", but this fate is not so good.

And Meng Tu and Meng Qianjun, it's hard to say, after all, the time is still short, and no one knows what kind of fate the two have.

Whether this fate is good or bad, no one can tell. Judging from the current situation, it is a "good fate" for the time being.

Meng Tu and Meng Qianjun were already at least 10,000 miles away at this time, so naturally they couldn't hear Situ Jin's call for help.

Since Meng Tu pulled Meng Qianjun to escape, Meng Tu found that Meng Qianjun was actually very talkative.

It's not so much that he is very good at talking, but that Meng Qianjun is just swayed by hatred, carrying too much, closing his heart, and unwilling to trust others.

And Meng Tu's subconscious actions opened a hole in Meng Qianjun's closed heart.

made Meng Qianjun have a hint of closeness to Meng Tu.

And Meng Tu took this opportunity to humbly ask Meng Qianjun for some cultivation things, the most important of which was swordsmanship.

Although he has the teachings of Sword Seven, it is also good to learn more from the experience of others on his cultivation path.

"You can't learn my sword. ”

Meng Qianjun shook his head.

"All I can say is keep your heart and remember, why you learned the sword. ”

After speaking, Meng Qianjun closed his eyes and didn't say much.

"Why do you want to learn a sword?"

Meng Tu muttered to himself, asking his heart.

After a long time, Meng Tu said.

"I don't know why I learned swords. I know that when someone puts a knife in my neck, I have to fight back. ”

At the beginning, Zhang Dajiang only wanted to kill himself for breaking his ugly deeds.

At that time, I had no strength, only running. For this reason, the old king died.

And this also strengthened my determination to learn swords.

He doesn't want to be weak, he doesn't want his life to be in the hands of others.

"Yes, that's right, I learned swords to control my own life. ”

Meng Tu said with a firm expression.

At the moment when Meng Tu's words fell, an invisible meaning suddenly rose in his body.

This meaning is faint and indescribable.

The moment this intention appeared, the sea blue sword on his back and the peach jade sword in his hand trembled slightly, and a sword roar sounded.

"What kind of sword intent are you?"

Meng Qianjun looked at Meng Tu suspiciously and asked.

Meng Tu put away his invisible sword intent and said.

"I don't know, I don't even know how it happened. ”

"Come, draw the sword. ”

Meng Qianjun said in a deep voice.

"Good. ”

Meng Tu nodded.

In an instant, he pulled out the peach jade sword, and at the same time, there was an invisible sword intent on his body.

The sword light flashed, and the tip of the peach jade sword came to Meng Qianjun's eyebrows.

Meng Qianjun didn't blink his eyes, and pointed to the sword body and said lightly.

"The speed is good, the cultivation is too poor, and the sword intent is weak. ”

After speaking, Meng Qianjun let go of his hand and said again.

"Let's practice well. ”

After speaking, he frowned and pondered.

Meng Tu saw that Meng Qianjun was immersed in his own world, so he stopped asking for advice and began to think about the inexplicable sword intent that appeared.

"What kind of sword intent is this?"

Just when Meng Tu was thinking about what appeared was He Jianyi, Nie Chuan and Situ Jin were embarrassed and escaped with scars.

"Phew, fortunately, young master, my life is big, otherwise I would have to die in the belly of the fish. ”

Situ Jin spat out a mouthful of blood and said.

"Young master, look, are the two people in front of you the two people who told them not to be?"

Nie Chuan pointed to the two monks sitting cross-legged on the ground in front of him and said.

"It seems that yes, go, go to them, tell them to wait, and ignore us. ”

After speaking, Situ Jin walked towards the two sitting cross-legged in the distance.

When I walked in, I found that one of the two people sitting cross-legged was a middle-aged monk in sackcloth, exuding a cold aura all over his body, and there was a faint murderous intent all over his body.

And the other, after Nie Chuan saw it, let out an exclamation in disbelief.

"Han Fei's subordinates. ”

These two monks sitting cross-legged were Meng Tu and Meng Qianjun, when he sensed that someone was coming, Meng Tu slowly opened his eyes, and when he saw Nie Chuan, he couldn't help but be stunned.

"Nie Chuan, the city lord of Liuyun City. ”

"Haha, boy, I didn't expect you to know me, and Linghui dared to enter the Candle Dragon Palace, I have to say that you are very courageous. But since I ran into it, I can't let you go. ”

Nie Chuan said with a cruel smile.

"Young master, this kid is a monk under Han Fei, but Han Fei can't help it, it's better to ......"

As he spoke, he motioned to take Meng Tu out of anger.

"Okay, you press the formation, see how I kill this guy, and vent the evil spirit. ”

Situ Jin sensed that Meng Tu only had cultivation in the middle stage of Linghui, and he was in the late stage of Linghui, and it should be easy to clean up.

"Boy, don't blame me, who made your city lord offend me. ”

After speaking, Situ Jin took out a spear from the storage ring and went straight to Meng Tu. Situ Yu sat on the throne with a gun, and Situ Jin also wanted to be like his brother, but the result was different.

Meng Tu looked indifferent in the field, and in the later stage of Linghui, it was not worth mentioning.

"Groaning ......"

The sound of the sword sounded, accompanied by an invisible sword intent. As soon as the sword light flashed in the field, a red line appeared on Situ Jin's neck.

Situ Jin froze in place, his hand covering his neck, and the spear fell to the ground.

Situ Jin's eyes widened, and he pointed at Meng Tu and opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but his neck was cut and he couldn't say a word.

Meng Tu's peach jade sword was returned to the sheath, and his face was indifferent.

Situ Jin fell to the ground and died, but Situ Jin didn't shoot a single shot.

"You...... You killed Young Master Jin. ”

Nie Chuan pointed at Meng Tu and said in disbelief.

"It's over...... It's over......"

Nie Chuan's expression was hideous, and all thoughts were lost.

Situ Jin is dead, and he, the temporary protector, is to blame.

Once Situ Yu found out, he was absolutely dead.

"Boy, die. ”

For today's plan, the only way to do this is to kill Meng Tu, hoping that Situ Yu can open the net and spare his life.

Nie Chuan's cultivation in the mortal period was stimulated, and the invisible coercion swept over, making De Mengtu feel his scalp tingle.

The monks of the mortal stage are not something that Meng Tu can resist. Glancing at the indifferent Meng Qianjun, Meng Tu gritted his teeth.

"What about the mortal stage, if you want to kill me, you will also have to pay the price. ”

After speaking, the peach jade sword in his hand roared lightly, and the invisible sword intent emanated, and fifteen swords were used in an instant.

"Insect carving skills. ”

Nie Chuan pressed down with both hands, lifted the corners of his mouth, and said disdainfully.

I saw that all of Meng Tu's attacks were crushed by the invisible coercion, and in an instant, the fifteen swords couldn't even break through Nie Chuan's coercion.

Three meters in front of Nie Chuan, Meng Tu's Peach Jade Sword was blocked by invisible coercion, and he couldn't advance in the slightest.

Meng Tu was not disappointed and was prepared. The body of the monk in the mortal stage is so close, it is not the mortal stage.

In an instant, Meng Tu's cultivation was stimulated, and the invisible sword intent permeated his body, and in an instant, Meng Tu pulled out the Sea Blue Sword that had been cultivated for nearly half a year.

"Draw the sword. ”

"Groaning ......"

The sound of the sword sounded, and a sword light of nearly ten zhang appeared, slashing towards Nie Chuan as fast as lightning.

"What?"

Nie Chuan's complexion changed, and he never thought that Meng Tu would have such a hole card.

Nie Chuan stimulated his cultivation, and his hands were stacked forward.

From his palm, a golden light diffused, colliding with the sword light in an instant.

"Boom. ”

There was a moment of silence, and a monstrous roar resounded through the golden sea.

I saw that Nie Chuan's sleeves were broken, his hands were naturally drooping, his arms were spasmodic, and he looked at Meng Tu with an ugly expression.

"Little brute, you are looking for death. ”

Nie Chuan shouted angrily and slapped at Meng Tu with one palm.

After Meng Tu performed the sword drawing, his face was as pale as paper, and he was paralyzed on the ground, weak.

Facing Nie Chuan's slap, Meng Tu had no power to resist.

At this moment, Meng Qianjun suddenly opened his eyes, and a killing intent enveloped Nie Chuan.

For a moment, Nie Chuan felt cold in his hands and feet, and his scalp was numb.

"It's ......"

Nie Chuan's fearful gaze fell on Meng Qianjun. It was never useful to think that there were such powerful characters here.

Meng Qianjun looked at Nie Chuan, his eyes projected a sword light, and he went straight to Nie Chuan.

Nie Chuan's eyes widened and his face showed fear. I wanted to dodge the sword light, but I was shrouded in killing intent, and I couldn't move the slightest, so I could only watch the sword light come towards me.

At this moment, a golden bowl suddenly stood in front of Nie Chuan.

With a "dang" sound, the sword light disappeared, and the golden bowl returned to the hands of the comer.

I saw an old monk with nine ring scars on his head slowly stepping into the air.

"Donor, be forgiving and forgiving. ”

The old monk held the Buddha beads in his hand and saluted Meng Qianjun.

"Great monk, are you teaching me to do things?"

After Meng Qianjun finished speaking, he stood up, like a giant getting up, and a breath that covered the sky swept through.

In an instant, the sea water poured in, and the sea water soared into the sky for nearly a thousand feet, forming a spectacular waterfall that kept falling.

Accompanied by endless sword light and killing intent, a swarm of bees shrouded people.

"Amitabha. ”

The old monk recited the Buddha's name, and in an instant, the golden light was filled with the Buddha's light.

I saw that the killing intent in the sky was like a snow-capped mountain melting and vanishing.

"Thank you, Master Kong, for help. ”

Nie Chuan respectfully saluted the visitor. This old monk is the empty master of Jinshan Temple.

Likong nodded to Nie Chuan and said:

"Donor, you don't have to be like this, saving someone's life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, and the old man should be like this. ”

Then, he looked at Meng Qianjun and said, "Master Meng, in order to avenge your family, you killed countless monks in the world and committed heinous murders, won't the donor feel guilty?"

"Guilty, great monk, why do I need you to take care of my affairs, don't say more, since you dare to take care of my affairs, you want to have some ability, take me a sword." ”

After speaking, the long sword in Meng Qianjun's hand slashed into the air, and the monstrous killing intent swept through the air.

The sword light was like a bolt of lightning, and in the blink of an eye, it came to the center of the empty eyebrows.

The air was filled with Buddha light, and the golden bowl in his hand automatically protected the master, resisting the sword light.

"Donor, your murderous intent is too heavy, this is not good. ”

He said with his empty hands folded.

"Great monk, I think you are looking for death. ”

After speaking, the long sword in Meng Qianjun's hand let out a sword sound, and then the sword was like lightning and went straight into the air.

The golden light in the air is like a golden light cover, and it is as immobile as a mountain.

"When"

The sword light pierced the golden light mask, making a piercing sound.

"Boy, is he Meng Qianjun?"

Nie Chuan was frightened at this time, and asked Meng Tu, who was paralyzed on the ground.

"That's right, killing god Meng Qianjun. ”

Meng Tu's eyes did not leave Meng Qianjun and the air. The battle between the two is dazzling, and it will cost people lives at every turn.

Nie Chuan's face was like ashes, and he kept muttering: "It's over, it's over, if you provoke the killing god Meng Qianjun, you won't survive for nine lives." ”

Killing the god Meng Qianjun, a sword out, a radius of 100 miles, not a single inch of grass......