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As soon as the words fell, Tang Shun's pace suddenly accelerated, like a mad cow rushing towards Qi Zhengyan and Meng Qi, who were still standing.

Although his martial arts are at the bottom of the four masters, how can he also be a strong man in the enlightenment period, Qi Zhengyan did not dare to be careless, the long sword circled, shaking out an arc, like a sunset, the water of the defense did not leak, the intention was to stabilize first, and with the cooperation of Meng Qi, he dragged Jiang Zhiwei and Zhang Yuanshan to end the healing, and got up and joined forces.

He is not without the experience of fighting with the strong who open the mind, whether it is the sparring in the door, or the task of the Hidden Emperor Castle, there is no shortage of opponents who only open their eyes, so he is quite confident in his rigorous and calm Changhe swordsmanship, even if there is no hope of victory, it can still be done if he delays for a while, not to mention that he has now learned part of the "Thirteen Styles of Changeable Thousands of Illusions and Mist", which is hidden in the swordsmanship of this sect, which is unpredictable, and may also hurt Tang Shun and weaken his strength.

At that time, even if Jiang Zhiwei and Zhang Yuanshan can only swing two or three percent, relying on the exquisite swordsmanship and the strength of the crowd, they are still expected to repel Tang Shun or support the completion of the main task.

Meng Qi could probably guess Qi Zhengyan's thoughts, and the eight steps of Shenxing unfolded, flashed to the side, and there was a knife in the head, and the cooperation was quite tacit.

Just when Qi Zhengyan and Meng Qi's moves were about to be exhausted, Tang Shun suddenly pounced forward and took the initiative to crash into the tip of the sword, as if committing suicide!

Worst!

This abnormal change aroused Qi Zhengyan's vigilance, but Tang Shun's eyesight was extremely accurate, and the timing was extremely accurate, so that he didn't have time to retract his sword and return to defense, change his moves, and could only turn his body to one side, collapse his chest and shrink his belly.

Poof, the long sword was like a defeated leather, with a dull sound, and Meng Qi's head slash was due to Tang Shun's sudden forward lunge, which could only slash his back, cutting through his clothes, revealing dark skin, leaving white scratches.

The palm wind was fierce, Qi Zhengyan's long sword escaped, and the whole person flew out sideways, blood continued to spurt out of his mouth, and he fell heavily to the ground.

Practicing Kung Fu?

A complete iron cloth shirt?

Meng Qi dodged back, and then flicked to the left weirdly, avoiding Tang Shun's random blow after beating Qi Zhengyan, and his heart was shocked.

For so many days, he has relied on his iron cloth shirt to attack, defeated the enemy with fast and slow, and exchanged small injuries for big injuries, and he was able to have a smooth ride, but now, he has to face a terrifying opponent whose iron cloth shirt is stronger than himself and whose martial arts are higher than his own!

A flush flashed on both Jiang Zhiwei and Zhang Yuanshan's faces, forcibly interrupted the healing, lifted their respective long swords, and prepared to join the battle group.

After Qi Zhengyan landed, he struggled a few times before he barely stood up, and with the palm just now, although he avoided the key point in time, Tang Shun's strength was strong, and he was hurt a lot after all.

Forward and backward, left and right, facing Tang Shun's terrible enemy, Meng Qi could only walk around, relying on the eight steps of Shenxing to support him.

The gap between the two sides is too big, otherwise Meng Qi will definitely choose the strategy when he is really good against himself.

And now, although Meng Qi's pace is strange, the activity space is compressed by Tang Shun little by little, and it won't be long before it is inevitable.

"Miss Jiang, Senior Brother Zhang will be here soon......" Meng Qi gritted his teeth, preoccupied with dodging, under such pressure and danger, he seemed to have a further grasp of the essence of the "Eight Steps of Divine Movement".

"Ha!" At this moment, Tang Shun suddenly exhaled and started to make a sound like a bell and drum.

Meng Qi suddenly felt his ears buzzing, his heart was impetuous, his head was dizzy, his limbs were weak, and his steps were slow.

Tang Shun took the opportunity to catch up, and with a wave of his right palm, it was printed on Meng Qi's back.

Meng Qi's eyes were dark, his back was paralyzed, he rose into the air, his body made a crackling sound of fried beans, and the blood in his mouth couldn't stop spurting out.

The severe pain made Meng Qi, who had fallen to the ground, wake up, and happened to see Jiang Zhiwei and Zhang Yuanshan attacking and defending, catching Tang Shun.

Resisting the urge to faint, Meng Qi reluctantly breathed a few times, and the mellow Shaolin internal force slowly flowed, like a clear spring, eliminating many discomforts and stabilizing Meng Qi's injuries.

"The injury is not serious...... Meng Qi examined his condition, "but the iron cloth shirt is completely broken......

Because Tang Shun's palm was flanked by Jiang Zhiwei and Zhang Yuanshan, he failed to exert all his strength, and Meng Qi had Xiaocheng's iron cloth shirt to protect him, so he was only slightly injured and the iron cloth shirt was broken, and he still had the strength to store up Qi Xiaocheng.

But without the iron cloth shirt, Meng Qi's strength has dropped by at least seventy percent!

............

In the Daxiong Treasure Hall, the sound of wooden fish reverberates without gaps, creating a wonderful solemn sù quiet.

Xin Lonely sat cross-legged in front of the golden Buddha statue, calmly knocking on the old wooden fish in front of him, not like the enemy was coming, but like carrying out daily homework.

"Monk of Silence, you have a bit of Zen. "The sky outside is dim, the lead clouds are low, the silver snake flashes, the heavy rain is majestic, and a figure slowly walks through the "curtain" formed by the dripping water on the eaves, and steps into the Daxiong Treasure Palace, which is the great general Duoercha!

He was dressed in a barbarian black robe, and his left eye, which was slightly blinded by Jiang Zhi, was not closed, but his eyes were wide with anger, revealing the darkness and emptiness that made people's hearts palpitate.

Unfortunately, he could not persuade the donor to put down the butcher's knife. The heart stopped the wooden fish, and Shi Shiran said.

Duoercha snorted: "Slaughtering all sentient beings is a Buddha!"

With his words, the wind howled in the Daxiong Treasure Hall and blew out the candles one by one.

The heart was silent and unhurried, and he knocked on the wooden fish again, and solemnly recited in his mouth:

"The relics are the emptiness of all laws, immortal and imperishable......"

In his left palm, a burst of glass Buddha light suddenly appeared, and there was a burst of Zen sound:

"No dirt or cleanness, no increase or decrease ......"

The light of the Buddha converges on the body of the heart, making him like a solemn Buddha statue, and the golden body sculpture behind it, one small and one large, one virtual and one real, one moving and one static, forming an indescribable scenic spot.

Duoercha's expression became solemn: "You actually gave up so many relics." ”

He swung his right fist, and the wind in front of him condensed into a dragon, and the sky lightning struck the top of the temple.

“...... There is no suffering to gather and destroy the Tao, and there is no wisdom and no gain. The heart is silent and the left palm is slapped out, the Buddha is bright, and King Kong is angry.

............

Meng Qi carp stood up, looking for the ring knife that flew out of his hand, and observed the battle between Jiang Zhiwei and Zhang Yuanshan with all his might, and at the same time, out of the corner of his eye, he saw that Qi Zhengyan picked up his long sword and stood there with a little hesitation.

Zhang Yuanshan is good at Daji defensive, Jiang Zhiwei's swordsmanship is unmatched, one defense and one attack, and he actually stopped Tang Shun temporarily.

Originally, with their current situation, Tang Shun could forcibly break Zhang Yuanshan's defense with a few moves, but at every critical moment, Jiang Zhiwei's "White Rainbow Piercing Sun Sword" was like a poisonous snake out of a hole, stabbing at him in several places with agility and terrifying, forcing him to give up the attack and turn to defense, giving Zhang Yuanshan a chance to breathe.

And if he wanted to defeat Jiang Zhiwei first, he couldn't break through Zhang Yuanshan's sword momentum.

Seeing such a situation, Meng Qi was secretly happy in his heart, Qi Zhengyan should not hesitate, with his own help and him, Jiang Zhiwei and Zhang Yuanshan should be able to drag Tang Shun to the death and wait for the task to end.

Just as Meng Qi found his ring knife and was about to join the battle group, Zhang Yuanshan's body suddenly trembled, and the sword momentum suddenly slowed down.

Oops, his injuries can't be suppressed!

As soon as these words flashed in Meng Qi's mind, he saw Tang Shun seize the opportunity, slap Zhang Yuanshan's long sword with one palm, and kicked his left foot in his side ribs, directly kicking him out sideways.

The sound of Zhang Yuanshan's ribs breaking was clearly audible, and after he landed, blood spurted wildly, and he wanted to stand up but couldn't catch it, and he was in a state of serious injury and dying.

Without his defense, Jiang Zhiwei immediately faced Tang Shun, between two or three strokes, because of the unstable injury, lack of strength, and his movements were not as agile and fast as in his heyday, Tang Shun found a good opportunity, and took a hard sword with his left palm, bullied her in front of him, and knocked her away with his right shoulder.

Jiang Zhiwei's clothes fluttered, her teeth clenched, but the blood at the corner of her mouth overflowed like no money, even so, she still held the long sword tightly, and after landing, she barely used the sword body to pestle the ground, supporting it.

"Very ingenious unloading kung fu......" Tang Shun was stunned for a moment, and exclaimed, he originally thought that this blow could directly kill Jiang Zhiwei, but who knew that he could only be hit hard, "It's a pity, it's a pity, you can't even beat a child now......"

He looked around, saw the wounded wounds, the weak and weak, secretly proud, and laughed loudly: "Your martial arts are exquisite and abnormal, obviously the inheritance is extraordinary, it is better to teach me, I also let you die a little easier, okay?"

Saying that, he looked at Jiang Zhiwei: "You little girl is so handsome, it's really the only one Tang has seen in his life, if it weren't for the general's death order, I wouldn't have pitied the fragrance and cherished the jade, hehe, I like you the most like you are a strong martial arts and seemingly strong chivalrous woman, if you are hugged to the bed, see if you beg for mercy ......"

Jiang Zhiwei looked extremely annoyed, but her current injury made it very difficult to even speak, so she could only gasp for breath.

Tang Shun said as he approached Jiang Zhiwei and Zhang Yuanshan, and sideways Meng Qi and Qi Zhengyan, intending to rely on words and momentum to put pressure on them to die, and force them to ask for the secret of their divine skills.

In fact, he has a unique method of forcing questions, which is extremely vicious, but Jiang Zhiwei and Zhang Yuanshan are extremely seriously injured and are not far from death.

"What do you little monk look at? Martial arts are ordinary, and your strength is low, well, it's better to kill you first." Tang Shun decided to make an example of the monkey and picked Meng Qi, who had the least value of questioning.

Meng Qi kept scolding angrily, but his heart was strangely calm, constantly thinking about how to deal with it.

Although he knew that with the strength and situation of the two sides, the hope was extremely slim, but he did not collapse and tried to grasp that glimmer of life.

"Flash there with the eight steps of the gods...... Kill him ......" Meng Qi watched Tang Shun approach step by step, ready to fight to the death.

"If you don't fight, you are doomed to death, then it is better to let go!"

Tang Shun walked towards Meng Qi with a smile, but his eyes looked at Jiang Zhiwei and Zhang Yuanshan, waiting for them to give in.

"Little monk, do you think I should unload your left hand or your right leg first?" or do you want to be a eunuch first?" Tang Shun said with a smile.

As soon as the words fell, his expression suddenly froze, and a white light bloomed in Qi Zhengyan's hand, brighter and brighter, more and more blazing, shining on everyone, hitting Tang Shun who was caught off guard.

In Tang Shun's roar, the sound of thick cloth being torn sounded, and at this time, a white light flew out of Qi Zhengyan's hand, dazzling and even more awe-inspiring, and hit Tang Shun's right palm that was barely raised, directly piercing, and hitting the chest.

"Mother and Son Soul Dart?" Meng Qi vaguely felt familiar, it was the secret weapon of the Tang Sect that had left a deep impression on him when he read novels before.

However, he didn't have time to think about it, the attack he planned just now all turned into instinct, flashing, shortening and rolling, drilling in front of Tang Shun, poking the long knife upward, penetrating Tang Shun's lower abdomen from the lower yin cover door.

Meng Qi turned hard, blood poured down his head, and hot gas rolled.

He didn't care about continuing to exert himself, so he abandoned the knife and rolled away to avoid Tang Shun's death.

Tang Shun's tragic cry echoed in the back mountain, like a lone wolf crying for the moon, like a ghost crying for the grave.

The screams gradually became lower, Tang Shun's eyes were wide open, and there was a strange-shaped dart in his chest, and his lower body was blurred with flesh and blood.

After the "Soul Dart of Son and Mother", Qi Zhengyan seemed to be unable to stand steadily, fell to his knees, and gasped for breath.

"When did he redeem huàn's 'Zimu Soul Dart'? Where did he get the good deeds?" Meng Qi wiped the blood on his face, "Could it be that he has exchanged all his Huanhua Sword Sect martial arts for huàn?"