The night was deep and the mountain breeze was slightly cool, Meng Qi carried Hua Lun on his back, spread his wind god legs, and ran along the nearest road back to Qinshan City.

"Meng Gongzi's light skills are not trivial...... Hua Lun was born in a real class, and he still has a certain ability to distinguish between good and bad martial arts, at this time, he felt the strength of chasing after the wind and shadows, and couldn't help but secretly praise, but recalling Meng Gongzi's arrogant posture and words in the broken temple, his heart was always uneasy, after all, Meng Gongzi was only four or six tricks, and there were many masters above this level among the disciples in the Luo Sect's snare, and if he was too careless and arrogant, he would only fall into a desperate situation.

"Fortunately, he is doing a good job. Hua Lun thought happily, according to Meng Gongzi's current light martial arts method, if he can't beat it, he can still run away!

Meng Qi was proud, but he was not negligent at all, and the four tricks were running at full strength, seeing six ways and listening to all directions, in case someone sneaked attack.

In the dark night, the forests, mountains and rocks are like monsters lurking quietly, showing their teeth and claws, making people's hearts palpitate.

Suddenly, a figure swept out of the mountains and forests on the left and right sides of Meng Qi, holding a long and strange weapon in his hand, and attacked Meng Qi up and down.

"Be careful!" Hua Lun paid close attention to the movements around him.

As soon as the words fell, he saw Meng Qi's long sword stabbing left and right like a drunken man's swing, and after a dinging sound, the two figures each retreated diagonally forward, blocking the road.

The two of them were dressed in black, white robes, their heads were scattered, they looked like ghosts, and the weapons they held were long sticks with hooks in front of them, which were quite special, and they continued to pounce on Meng Qi after a slight adjustment.

Hua Lun's eyes froze, and he said to Meng Qi: "Zhou Shan's twin ghosts, the four tricks are good hands, the lock stick is a Qimen weapon, and it is a soldier who can take people away." ”

He seized the time to let Meng Qi understand his opponent and improve his chances of victory.

While speaking, because Meng Qi and Zhou Shan's twin ghosts were both rushing forward, the two sides had already met together.

The lock stick took Meng Qi's long sword. As soon as the head was waved, the strong wind overflowed, and the power was not small.

"They like to join forces against their opponents, and they are better than many of the six-trick masters. ”

Meng Qi's long sword did not dodge, and sent it into the hook shape in front of the lock stick by itself, and then when the opponent's old strength was exhausted and the new power was not born, it stirred up, flew the lock stick, and hit the front end of the other lock stick that fell.

Two clanging sounds. The locks flew sideways in unison, Meng Qi stabbed left and right, and the two ghosts of Zhou Shan screamed and retreated, covering their faces, and fled into the mountains and forests in a hurry.

"It is said that ......" Hua Lun was just halfway through his words, when he saw Zhou Shan's twin ghosts defeated, he could only stop abruptly and praise, "Meng Gongzi." Good swordsmanship!"

"Praise it. Meng Qi smiled and spoke, and did not chase after him, and continued to descend along the mountain road, after leaving this forest. Ahead is a dangerous mountain road, with cliffs on its right and cliffs on its left, and you can faintly see miasma filling it.

That's when it happened. From behind the rocks at the entrance to the mountain road came a man with his hands crossed across his chest and a long sword. looked at Meng Qi and Hua Lun coldly, and did not make a sneak attack, but slowly caught up.

"'Listen to the Thunder Sword' Mo Cheng, the realm of six or seven tricks, a famous lone swordsman in three mountains and four rivers, is arrogant, disdainful of siege or sneak attack, I can't imagine that even he has become a believer in Luojiao. Because there is still a distance, Hua Lun can finish his words calmly, and his tone is quite heavy.

"Meng Gongzi, you must be careful, Mo Cheng's 'Listening to the Seven Swords of Thunder' is one of the rare swordsmanship of the 'Three Mountains and Four Waters', and he himself is also a recognized master outside several major sects......" Hua Lun said very quickly.

Mo Chang's sword was unfurled, and the changes were very few, as fast as lightning, implying the sound of wind and thunder.

"Listen to the Seven Swords of Thunder, a first-class fast sword ......"

In the face of Mo Cheng's Listening Thunder Sword, Meng Qi did not defend the counterattack, and stabbed out with a sword, pointing directly at Mo Cheng's wrist, and it was the first to come!

Mo Cheng's face jumped slightly, and as soon as the long sword turned, he had to change his moves to intercept Meng Qi's sword, otherwise before he slashed the opponent, it would be difficult to hold the sword because of the stab in the wrist.

His long sword swung around and spread out like a fan, but the Ice Que Sword that Meng Qi stabbed suddenly cocked, unexpectedly changed direction, and pointed diagonally at his throat.

Mo Cheng couldn't change his move again, so he could only take two steps back in a row to avoid the range of the long sword.

When Meng Qi retreated, he followed as if he had expected it, advancing and retreating, and he always maintained the same distance, as if he had been measured!

Looking at such a battle, Hua Lun was slightly stunned, and had stopped describing the characteristics of the Seven Swords of Thunder.

Mo Cheng couldn't dodge the throat-piercing sword, gritted his teeth and stabbed the long sword out, also pointing at Meng Qi's throat, playing the abacus of putting him to death and then rejuvenating.

As long as the other party is unwilling to lose both, or even die together, he can be relieved!

Meng Qi's long sword suddenly turned, completely contrary to the reason of using the sword, he slapped Mo Cheng on the left shoulder with the sword body, and the strength was so great that he directly slapped Mo Cheng out of balance, and staggered to the side uncontrollably, and his long sword naturally lost its accuracy and failed to stab Meng Qi.

Mo Cheng's right is a cliff, and after stumbling a few steps, he planted it directly, falling into the clouds, and the screams startled the birds in the mountains.

This battle was full of ups and downs, but Mo Cheng was completely defeated in just a few breaths, and Hua Lun's Seven Swords had not yet begun to describe in detail.

He fell silent, not knowing what to say.

Meng Qi did not delay, set foot on the mountain road, and hurried at night.

The mountain road is narrow, and it can only be used by the two of them to pass sideways, but for a person like Meng Qi, who is outstanding in light skills, there is no problem at all, and he is like walking on the ground.

Halfway through, Meng Qi and Hua Lun, who had opened their eyes, saw a figure running along the mountain road in front of them, obviously Mo Cheng's screams attracted the attention of their accomplices, so they went up retrograde, intending to intercept them on the mountain road.

Hua Lun's tone became particularly solemn: "It was the Luo Sect who injured me, at least seven tricks, the black god palm is superb, and the strength is still above Mo Cheng." ”

He was vaguely frightened of this empty envoy, reminded Meng Qi again, and planned to describe the peculiarities of the opponent's martial arts.

Meng Qi rushed with his sword, and after two breaths, he met with the Luo Sect's empty envoy, and the long sword slashed out in no order, crooked, like an ordinary person who didn't know martial arts.

"He's a secretive man who likes to lure his enemies with a flaw on his left side. ”

In the face of this swordsmanship outside of common sense, it was inevitable that he would be stunned, and as soon as his palms were wrong, he would slap at the sword body of Meng Qi's long sword.

Meng Qi's long sword struck horizontally, slapped in the palm of the air, and the whole person flew up with the help of his strength, and the sword light was bright again, clear and pure.

"The Black Divine Palm in his right hand can make two ......" Before Hua Lun finished speaking, he saw Meng Qi Dapeng fly over the head of the Sky Envoy like wings and fall behind him.

He hurriedly turned around, only to see that he had fallen on his back and also fell into the cliff, and he could vaguely see a trace of blood on his eyebrows, his eyes were wide open, and his expression was frozen.

That's too fast, isn't it...... Hua Lun thought blankly.

This sword, Meng Qi turned the "Yama Ti" into the Dugu Nine Sword, although it is incomplete, but in the case of peeking out of the flaws, it is enough to kill the void!

When his feet landed, Meng Qi didn't look back, completely ignoring the empty envoy behind him, and continued to fight the sword in a hurry, without the slightest doubt about the effect of the sword just now.

The mountain road was steep and long, but Meng Qi ran with all his might, and he quickly reached the foot of the mountain, and as soon as he turned into the official road leading to Qinshan City, he saw a fat monk blocking in front of him, holding a thick and heavy water-mill Zen staff.

Hua Lun opened his mouth, but finally chose to shut up and didn't say a word.

The fat monk danced the Zen staff, and the wind was heavy, rushing to his face.

Meng Qi's long sword stabbed at a certain position on the body of the Zen staff, and the Zen staff suddenly lost control, and seemed to have suffered from the skillful force of four or two thousand catties, and suddenly changed the direction, pulling the fat monk to rush forward to the side.

Meng Qi avoided it slightly, the degree accelerated, and when he passed by, the long sword was steep, quickly retracted, and continued to run wildly, and the fat monk behind him fell to the ground, covering his chest, and slowly fell.

The official road of "Three Mountains and Four Waters" was quite flat, Meng Qi's Fengshen legs were fully exerted, striding meteors, and it didn't take long for him to vaguely see Qinshan City, and Hua Lun on his back remained silent, his eyes were slightly dull.

"Young Master Hua, why didn't you describe the situation of the fat monk just now, so that I could have something to target?" Meng Qi suddenly smiled and spoke.

Hua Lun said in a sullen voice: "I don't think it makes any sense, and I don't have time to finish it......"

The scene in the broken temple that impressed him suddenly appeared in his mind, Meng Gong's bullet sword was loud, and he was arrogant:

"Let's wait for them to test their swords. (To be continued......)

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