The disciples of the Snow Mountain Sect who were asked for help by Meng Qi in the inn before were afraid that the old man would be revenged, and they didn't want to be trapped, so they had to Gu Gongzi Gu Changqing and his heart were chivalrous, and he had compassion, and quietly embellished An Guoxi and Meng Qi, and confirmed that they entered the temple for the night.

At night, he carried a long sword and quietly bypassed the small lake to resist the vicinity of the temple, but he didn't dare to go in, after all, he only opened two tricks and An Guoxie There was a huge gap, and he rashly saved people, except to send death or death.

He didn't come to save people this time, but was going to investigate the situation and find an opportunity to confirm the identity of the captured little monk, so that when he arrived at the oasis below, he could invite a few seniors to join forces to scare away An Guoxie - fighting alone, they may not be An Guoxie's opponents.

With two swishs, he climbed a large tree around the temple, hid in the canopy, and stared at the broken windows.

He had already opened his eyes, his eyesight was outstanding, and through the mutilated part of the window, he probably saw the scene in the temple, the little monk was lying in front of the incense table, his eyes were closed, as if he was unconscious, his right hand hung down on his side as if he had been greatly traumatized, and the "bald vulture" was sitting a foot away, pranayama cross-legged, and there was nothing unusual.

Gu Changqing restrained his thoughts, patiently waited for the opportunity, as long as An Guoxi was distracted, he would throw the paper ball in his hand into it, let the little monk see it, and facilitate the future affairs.

The lake behind him reflects the fading lights of the oasis, quiet and desolate.

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

Meng Qi had the smell in his nose, his spirit was abnormally sober, he turned his head slightly, and sure enough, he saw that at the bottom of the incense table, under the curtain, the slightly dark red Red Sun Town Evil Knife and the Bingque Sword wrapped in a pale gold scabbard were lying quietly, and the hilt of the sword was facing outward, which was very convenient for him to pick up.

The Lord of the Six Realms of Reincarnation is really doing things properly...... Meng Qi praised the Lord of the Six Realms of Reincarnation, pretended to moan in pain, moved a step towards the incense table, narrowed the distance that seemed far away before, and lay his left hand on his side on the ground.

An Guoxie opened his eyes, looked at Meng Qi, who was "squirming in pain", and sneered: "You can't bear this pain, I don't think you can experience all my torture." ”

His tone was a little regretful.

Meng Qi was "excited" and forcibly endured the "pain", An Guoxie smiled and continued to close his eyes and breathe, his injuries were already stable, although it would take some time to completely recover, but there was no need to heal his injuries with interruption.

The spirit and spirit were as mellow as one, Meng Qi adjusted himself to the peak state, and then patiently waited for the opportunity.

This time, you will have no way out!

If you can't kill An Guoxie, you are likely to die by yourself!

He can't wait for the "sad crisp breeze" to fully take effect, because An Guoxie has opened his nose and is very sensitive to the smell of poisonous gas, and his body has nine orifices open, and the inner heaven and earth are constructed, forming a cycle of their own, once something is wrong, they can be detected immediately, so when the sad and crisp breeze has just taken effect, when An Guoyi is alert to the outside enemy, he must take out the knife.

In this kind of concentration, time seems to pass very slowly, and Meng Qi is not a little impatient.

An Guoxie closed his eyes and breathed, and suddenly felt that the operation of the internal breath was a little difficult, and he was suddenly startled, holding his breath, and his spirit was placed in his nose, and he felt all kinds of questions keenly.

The internal breath operation is becoming more and more difficult, and it gradually dissipates, and An Guo's evil nose has already identified the problem, and the iron bullet in his left hand, with a strong wind, hits the place where the smell wafts over.

At the same time, he used all his strength to resist the invasion of this inexplicable poisonous gas.

Crackling, the sound of an iron egg hitting a small porcelain vase resounded abruptly in the quiet temple.

Meng Qi reached out with his right hand, and the essence and divine consciousness contained in it suddenly exploded, and a sword light that was not bright or bloody jumped out, as if it was a call from his heart, and slashed at An Guoyi mysteriously.

The thunder marks on the back of his left hand were prominent, purple ** drops, and the heavenly punishment thunder power permeated.

Part of An Guoxie focused on resisting the poisonous gas and eliminating the influence, while the other part was distracted by the direction where the smell came from and the rest of the temple, fearing that he would be attacked by the voice and save the little bald donkey.

But at this moment, the knife light lit up, and the red dust was rolling!

An Guoxie's eyes couldn't hide his astonishment, surprise and disbelief, obviously he had broken his dantian and pinched his arm, how could the little bald donkey still be slashed?

He didn't have any defenses at all, and even when the sword light came, he suddenly realized who had cut it out!

"Idiot, your nose is so white that you can't even tell the poisonous gas!

"What's the use of you? You were actually deceived by such a little trick, believe it or not, I sealed you in the cave and threw you out to feed the wolves!"

"Useless things, let's cut myself off, lest Ancestor and I waste my energy!"

The shouting and scolding from the ancestor was in his ears, and the "terrible coercion" of the ancestor was clearly added, An Guoxie trembled, and muttered to himself in his heart: "I was wrong, Ancestor, I was wrong, spare me......"

The ancestor was furious, and even the coercion was much more terrifying than normal, faintly connected with the power of the heavenly thunder that he had felt when he witnessed the monster crossing the catastrophe, making his body and mind tremble, and he couldn't wait to kowtow and admit his mistake.

Severe pain struck, An Guoxie came back to his senses, and in his sight was a dark red ring knife, the blade of which was hot, and hidden patterns appeared.

It's already cleaved into his forehead, cleaved into his cheek!

No!

At this critical moment, the pain became more and more exciting, and all the potential of An Guoxie exploded, including the skull, all the bones around him were collapsing.

As soon as Meng Qi's knife was successful, he felt that the person under the knife was like a boneless, retreating with the wind, weak and powerless.

An Guoxie's eyebrows and cheeks were half-open, blood was flowing, and he was dizzy, and finally won a chance to breathe, raised his right hand, and slapped away the Red Sun Evil Knife with one palm.

Meng Qi was not frightened, he was still calm, if he could kill this great master with nine knots with a single sword, then he would be surprised!

He raised his left hand, and a black iron dart burst out, and at the same time, he raised his toes, and the ice sword came out of its sheath and fell into his left hand.

An Guoxie had just slapped away the ring knife, and before he could regain his breath, he saw a black iron dart open head-on, so he had to bite the tip of his tongue, swing the mystery of the crazy sand divine skill, take a strong breath, swing his left palm diagonally, and his body flashed right.

Damn, where did he come from?

Lao Tzu obviously searched his whole body!

His gaze suddenly froze, and the black iron dart flew closer, and suddenly the ground cracked into seven paths, hitting seven different directions!

One of the left palms flew away, and the right dodge of the body dodged two, but the remaining four struck An Guoxie firmly!

An Guoyi roared in pain, a layer of black gas appeared on his face, and the "scattered power poisonous gas" that the Wild Sand Divine Skill had gradually resisted before suddenly went out of control, the internal qi disappeared, and the poison climbed.

I am not reconciled! His palms were already exhausted, and he roared angrily in his heart, and the wild sand magic skill was retrograde, regardless of the operation.

An Guoxie's body swelled violently, like the beginning of a sandstorm, all the poisonous gas and poison were discharged, and the darts also fell down.

But at this time, Meng Qi's figure was reflected in his pupils, the gray monk's robe was tattered and dirty, his face was handsome and solemn, and he held a sword in his left hand and posed for sending a post.

Then, a pure and condensed sword light lit up, with a dead air, with the momentum of advancing and retreating, and there was no return to the front and straight through the evil face of Anguo.

He will also make the sword ......

Where did he get his sword......

In the face of Meng Qi's three consecutive waves of attacks, An Guoxie's changes had been exhausted, and he couldn't get his breath back, so he could only shrink his head hard, as if he wanted to hide it in his stomach.

After Meng Qi "broke the purity" with one sword, in the absence of a sacrificial technique, although he did not have the power to make another sword, he did not collapse, and he could still perform other knife techniques, and he could also use the "Yama Luo Ti".

All his spirit, all his thoughts, are all "condensed" on the long sword, and there is only one belief in his heart, either he dies or I die!

The sword light was strict, the momentum was compelling, and the murderous aura was revealed, and by a fraction of a second, before An Guoxie softened his bones and moved his head down, it penetrated his eyebrows!

An Guoxie's expression was strange, as if he was crying and laughing, as if he couldn't believe it, as if he was angry and unwilling, his mouth opened slightly, and he wanted to say something, but there was only the voice of Hehe.

A translucent sword was pinned to his eyebrows, and blood was spilling out.

Lost...... Actually lost to a little bald donkey who had just opened his mind......

How so...... Why can he be healed from his injuries and make great progress in his martial arts...... Why are there knives, swords, and hidden weapons......

But even so, as long as I get my breath back, I can still torture him to death......

I'm unwilling!

Bang, he fell to the ground on his back, revealing the tip of the ice sword stained with bright red and milky white, his eyes wide open, and he couldn't bat an eye!

The deceased: An Guoxie.

Identity: The grandson of the crying old man, the white-headed vulture, the master of the nine tricks, and the thirty-sixth on the list.

Cause of death: sword in the eyebrows, highly poisonous.

Death: Bones are soft, skin is dark, there are knife marks on the cheeks, and there are hidden weapons on the body.

Murderer: Certain.

Seeing An Guoxie fall to the ground, Meng Qi didn't dare to slack off, stretched out the Red Sun Town Evil Knife in his right hand, and waved it vigorously to separate An Guoxie's head from his body, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally killed him!

I've finally saved myself!

If Yan Luo Ti hesitates a little more, An Guoxie will definitely shorten his neck and avoid the key point, he can only run the self-sacrifice technique, urge the "falling red dust", and make the final blow, even if he can kill An Guoxie who has no time to recover, it will be difficult for a while after he collapses and is powerless, and he can kill himself if he comes to a horse bandit, after all, this is the second time he has used the self-sacrifice technique, and the backlash will be even stricter.

Looking at An Guo's unpretentious face, Meng Qi suddenly recalled the torture he had suffered before, and suddenly felt happy, and laughed out loud, didn't he say that he was going to pinch off the rest of my body? Didn't he say that he was going to use all kinds of torture to concoct me? Why are you lying down and not talking now?

Hmph, Lord is merciful, so I won't torture your corpse.

Meng Qi was proud for a while, no matter how unexpected it was, no matter whether An Guoxie's strength was still fifty percent or sixty percent, being able to kill a nine-trick master with the strength of four tricks was a proud record, and it was an incredible thing that could make people lose their big teeth.

Moreover, this shows that his sword skills and internal skills have truly stepped into the ranks of masters!

"An Guoxie ranks thirty-sixth on the list, and now that I kill him, will I replace his ranking? But this is not good, my real strength may not even be at the level of the newcomer list, if it weren't for An Guoxie's unexpectedness, a hundred more times, I will lose. "Meng Qi has always been a scattered-minded guy, and he thought of the problem of the list of people for some reason, a little wanted to be on it, and a little bit didn't want to be on it, because if the ranking is very high and there is no corresponding strength, he will definitely not be able to deal with the challengers that come one after another.

"Forget it, don't consider this kind of unintentional thing first, let's 'destroy the corpse and destroy the traces' or 'mislead by borrowing the corpse', the horse bandits in Hanhai are rampant, and nearly one-third obey the orders of the crying old man, if it is known that I killed the evil of An Guo, I am afraid that as soon as I came out of the oasis, I will be surrounded by horse bandits......" Meng Qi quickly restrained all kinds of whims and made a decision.

So he lifted the long sword and confided it vigorously, destroying the wounds on An Guoxie's body, so as not to be seen by others.

Looking at An Guoxie's wide eyes, Meng Qi suddenly laughed, and said to the corpse: "I said, is this considered a revenge?"

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