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In every scene, a battle is taking place at this time, and on one side of each battle is a woman with the body of a devil, or a sword, or a palm, or a finger, or a hidden weapon. The only thing that is the same is the incomparably murderous aura, every action of this woman, in addition to being weird and spicy, is incomparably murderous, as if she wants to take the other party's life between every move.

On the opposite side of her, there was a man in black, who couldn't see his face clearly, but in appearance, he was six or seven points similar to Meng Yuan himself. He appears to be an abstract being, responding to his opponent's onslaught and putting on a variety of clever counter-attacks.

"Wonderful, wonderful." As if he was there, feeling this scene, all the mental methods that Meng Yuan had learned were almost moved by his own mind.

"Transferring Flowers and Jade"

"Dugu Nine Swords"

Combined with the moves of those black-clothed people, his two kung fu skills of Transferring Flowers and Connecting Jade and Dugu Nine Swords were a little more enlightened, and in just a moment, he had already seen the battle situation of these one hundred and twenty-eight scenes.

"Although the moves of this woman and the man in black are ingenious, they are only the pinnacle of the ground level at most, and there are high and low, why is this?" Looking at this marquee-like contest, Meng Yuan thought doubtfully.

"Yes, these battle situations should be from the hands of that old woman, although her martial arts attainments have reached the heavenly level, but her fight with that person was almost twenty years ago, so what these things can reflect is only the level that she can reach when painting."

"That being said, how do I get out?" Meng Yuan couldn't help but think that as soon as he thought of this, he had already exchanged places with the man in black in one of the scenes, only to see the side of the other woman's body, a sharp wind hit his eyebrows, this sword was first blocked by her body, and it came very suddenly, and when the sword momentum was handed out, it was the momentum that was complete, not only forming a killing move, but also attacking with strength, faintly having the power to restrain Meng Yuan's body.

But this move is no stranger to Meng Yuan, he flicked his fingers, a wisp of finger wind broke through the air, collided with the opponent's sword qi, and his body snorted and turned, but he used the posture of a left-handed sword, and put it on the opponent's second sword that attacked like an oolong out of the tower, like a huge bat, rising up, whistling and pounced.

The woman seemed to snort, and the sword in her hand was lifted with great dexterity, and under the high-speed vibration of her wrist, a few points of silver light were pointed, enveloping Meng Yuan's entire falling body and several vital points.

Meng Yuan laughed, hugged his hands, and closed them in the middle, a spiral of energy, enveloping the opponent's sword momentum, which was the second type of "Long Wind Hug" in the Drunken Golden Crow

He bent slightly, kicked out his legs in a row, hit the opponent's heart, and narrowly won a move.

All of them were quiet, and the corresponding thing was a bitter cold.

"Oops." Meng Yuan was shocked, and when he looked up, in front of him, it was no longer the woman who had been knocked down, but a full hundred and twenty-seven people.

One hundred and twenty-seven long swords overflowed with cold light, turning into a sword qi that rushed into the sky, piercing the sky.

"Kill."

I don't know who shouted first, but the sound was in line with the sword, and the sword was in line with the will, and these hundreds of women in black actually joined forces to attack with swords, and the momentum was like a mountain and a sea.

"Oh my God" Meng Yuan groaned, looking at the sword qi in front of him like an iceberg collapsing and a sea flowing across the sea, a cold sweat suddenly broke out all over his body.

These women in black, if it were any one of them, would not be difficult to deal with with what Mengyuan had learned, but one hundred and twenty-seven people joined forces to attack, and its power was enough to destroy the world.

"Thirty-six plans, go for the best plan."

Meng Yuan didn't hesitate, turned around and ran. Originally, with his light skills, he was already the most famous person in the world, but in this strange space, there are some similarities and differences with the real situation. And those women were surprisingly fast, a few people ahead, a few ups and downs, and they had already arrived behind Meng Yuan, and the sword qi was like an avalanche.

"Now I got rid of it, so I had to do it desperately" Meng Yuan complained in his heart, his heart was moved, and his body turned into an afterimage in the sky, which was the eighth style of the drunken golden crow, the most suitable "mirage shadow" for group battles. ”

A fierce battle unfolded like this, and at every moment, Meng Yuan had to be beaten by four or five women in black, and he raised his speed to the extreme, and the afterimage brought up by his hands was like a thousand-armed Guanyin if it seemed to others. On this empty plain, Meng Yuan fought with the other party in a short period of time with one enemy against a hundred, relying on his superior body and a strange and unpredictable method.

"This is a cheat, or a cheat." Meng Yuan only felt that the loss of his mind had never been so intense, and he wanted to take out the time to take out the medicine to replenish his internal strength, but he found that all the things in the storage space were in an inaccessible state.

"Yes, it's not the real world, but how is that good?" Sweat seeped out of the pores all over my body, and I felt that my eyes were dark, and I didn't know how many times I took it, and I lost consciousness.

"Am I dead, no, it should be just an illusion, how can I die, how can I die."

There seemed to be a flame burning in his heart, Meng Yuan gritted his teeth, and kept repeating, the fire got bigger and bigger, rising higher and higher, until the blood in his body boiled.

"Xi Zhi's head: The funeral is extremely chaotic, the tomb is first and then the poison, the chase is very cool, the admiration is devastated, the pain penetrates the heart and liver, and the pain is helpless! Although it was repaired, it was not Mercedes-Benz, and the grief was deep, but what could I do! The paper was choked, I don't know what to say, Xi Zhidun was stunned. ”

The flames flew and turned into big characters, and between the incomparable unwillingness, confusion and anger, the big characters turned into flames rose from the flames in their hearts.

"This is, the "Funeral Post" of the Book Sage"

He suddenly remembered that this was the handwriting of Sanfeng Zhenren that he saw in the holy land of Wudang, and he was indignant, which was in line with the artistic conception of this "Funeral Sticker" and activated this set of mental methods.

Under the reflection of this flame, Meng Yuan's eyes suddenly had a bright light, and in the next moment, he returned to the moment not long ago, when he was about to be killed by hundreds of women in black.

"No, it's too much, such a quantity has reached the qualitative change of Cheng Dù, Dugu Nine Swords and the Heart Method of Transferring Flowers and Connecting Jade, although they are powerful, but they are still not good in the face of such a quantitative gap. For now, the only way to do this is to go all out. ”

Meng Yuan's expression distorted suddenly, and a large stream of true qi erupted from around his body, like a volcanic eruption, which was the expression of his wedding dress divine skill running to the extreme, on the surface of his body, the glass-colored flame-like true qi continued to swim away, turning into a qi net centered on him.

"Qi Sea Knife Wave."

He waved his hands wildly, and the golden black sword qi of the Great Perfection slammed and closed, and between the two sides, he pulled out a wide no-man's land, and six or seven women in black fell.

At the same time as the true qi of the wedding dress in his body was struck out, Meng Yuan's skin also became transparent, and the skeletal tendons under the skin were exposed under the skin that was as white as ice and snow.

"The ninth level of the wedding dress!"

"Ming Yugong is the ninth!"

And then there'......

Meng Yuan's face showed a hideous and painful look, and in this space, the clothes on the surface of his body turned into pieces of flying ash and scattered, revealing his unbiased body.

"Heavenly Demon Disintegration**!"

Blood spurted out of his every pore, turning him into a bloody man, but his movements did not freeze in the slightest:

"Xi Zhi's head: The funeral is extremely chaotic, the tomb is first and then the poison, the chase is very cool, the admiration is devastated, the pain penetrates the heart and liver, and the pain is helpless! Although it was repaired, it was not Mercedes-Benz, and the grief was deep, but what could I do! The paper was choked, I don't know what to say, Xi Zhidun was stunned. ”

He suddenly grinned, revealing a cruel smile, one hand to the sky, the other hand to the ground, both hands turned over, palms relative to each other.

"Heaven and earth are sorrowful, return to chaos"

This space is like a movie that is halfway through, and suddenly the pause button is pressed, and the whole time, the whole space is shaken at this moment, and then, the women in black, like the clothes on Mengyuan's body, turn into nothingness little by little, and then the people in black, the surrounding environment and the ground, and even the whole world.