The summit of Mt. Jingmuro.

Ning Daoqi's face showed an innocent look like a child's playing with a bird, looking left and right at the virtual birds in his hands jumping up and down, chasing the strange situation of playing in the air, Meng Wei seemed to feel that there was an invisible tree, and the birds were asking lively and business-filled jokes in the tree, all the actions seemed to be unintentional, but meticulous, so that he could no longer distinguish what is true, what is false, what is false, what is real?

Between the virtual and the real, is this the case? Meng Zhi slowly lowered his eyes, but the movements between the two hands became slower and slower, but there was a trace of special meaning between the moves and the style, the eighteen palms of the descending dragon, the fingers of the ginseng, the Tianshan folding plum hand, the empty Ming fist, and the various martial arts in the hands of the Meng Nao were constantly transformed, and each time it was a little less than the original color.

Ning Daoqi looked at Meng Daoqi with appreciative eyes, and he couldn't help but feel that his strength had slowed down a little, and let Meng Daoqi continue to make moves to run, and said: "Ning Daoqi is actually helping Meng Daoqi to run in his martial arts! I'm afraid that it will become more and more interesting." ”

Ning Daoqi is like an extra playmate between the hands of two little birds, that is, the two hands of Meng Yuan, these two hands seem to be birds flying from the sky, but they are not as mature as Ning Daoqi, and they are a little more immature.

At this time, Demeng was immersed in this feeling, and a conversation with Zhang Sanfeng appeared in his mind.

Zhang Sanfeng said lightly: "When will you be able to forget all martial arts, that is, the moment when you are completely mature." ”

"Forget all martial arts, won't you become a waste?

Zhang Sanfeng smiled and didn't speak, suddenly bowed down and finished Tai Chi, and asked, "How many do you remember?"

"Remember them all!"

"When you don't remember anything, I'll give you a Tai Chi session!"

The eyes drooped and he involuntarily said: "When you don't remember anything, I'll give you a Tai Chi exercise!"

Ning Daoqi became more and more curious, and slowly responded to Meng's martial arts.

However, seeing that the hands of the feet are moving slowly, they are full of subtlety and restraint, and they are continuous, and the time of the rapid and slow is as smooth as flowing clouds! The mind, qi, form, and spirit of the feet gradually tend to be harmonious, and they are gradually harmonious and harmonious with nature.

Suddenly, Meng Daoqi suddenly opened his eyes, and saw Ning Daoqi who was smiling like the old man next door, and he was quite grateful in his heart, in fact, Ning Daoqi could still interrupt himself just now, but he should always help himself run in and degenerate.

Ning Daoqi said with a smile: "Meng Daoyou, be careful!" After finishing speaking, his hands suddenly changed, like a little bird's two hands forward, the moment the two sparrows came, Meng Zhi did not dodge, but followed his wishes, and slowly fought with him, pinching, pressing, leaning, although a little clumsy, but more and more integrated. At this time, Ning Daoqi and Meng Nao no longer had that aggressive momentum, but a sense of peace, tranquility, and naturalness!

Suddenly, Ning Daoqi launched a virtual bird strike, and the two little birds could burrow into any gap like a real bird, and launch a dense and invulnerable, mercury-like melee attack on the monks.

Meng Foot to Mount Tai collapsed in front of the color unchanged, elk in the left and eyes do not momentary, slowly coping. However, even though Meng Zhi was so calm, his hands began to be slightly unstable, after all, Jiang was still old and spicy, and Meng Zhi was much more immature in front of Ning Daoqi.

The two sides came up with strange tricks. With fast to fast, there is no half lag in between, and the offensive and defensive sides are free to attack and defend at will; its compact and fierce place also implies the meaning of carefree and elegant, so brilliant that it is difficult for any language to make the shape of the implicit meaning of leisurely and elegant.

Ning Daoqi suddenly straightened his body, the sleeves of his robe were windless, his eyebrows were open, his form became mighty and waveless, and he secretly raised his vigilance in his heart, and was cautious, Tai Chi over and over again, round and natural. At this time, the two of them were diametrically opposed to just now, Ning Daoqi was extremely strong, while Meng Daoqi was extremely soft, but the state was still the same as at the beginning. Meng Foot is still downwind, and Ning Daoqi is still on the upper hand.

Wisdom suddenly said: "It's about to be decided the winner, I'm afraid that Meng Zhi won't be able to hold on much!"

Shi Fei Xuan looked down at the color sword in her hand shining brightly, and there was a woman with a resentful and hesitant face inside, and suddenly, Shi Fei Xuan threw the sword in her hand violently and flew towards Meng Nao. Ning Daoqi did not stop him, and let Meng Zhi hold his sword. Daoxin next to him clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha." ”

Holding the color empty sword in his hand, Meng Wei looked up at the concubine, smiled, and saw Wanwan lying on the ground unconscious, and murmured: "Ask the world, what is love, and teach life and death to make a promise!

Suddenly, the momentum of his whole body swelled, and he shouted: "Ning Daoqi, let's fight! What I am best at is not fists and feet, but swordsmanship!"

"Old Dao, let Daoist friends make moves!"

Meng Nan grabbed the sword in his right hand and continuously made mysterious changes that were beyond any description, while Ning Daoqi slammed into the sharp edge of the Sekong Sword with a punch without any pretense.

"Peng"!

Ning Daoqi's palms were almost miraculously sandwiched between the blades of the Meng's feet, relying not on the true power of his palms, but on the cocoon of qi that gathered into the palms of his palms.

"Phew"

The color sky sword suddenly erupted with a sword qi, Ning Daoqi's hands were slightly crooked, and the color sky sword bent on the feet, and the sword qi shot off.

Ning Daoqi shook his head and said, "Tai Feng, Tai Feng! Lao Dao thinks that if you have fist and foot kung fu, this swordsmanship must be much stronger!"

Meng Nao said lightly: "Really?"

"Zheng"

The color sky sword shook slightly, and suddenly there was silence on Meng Yuan's body, as if there was only a sword in his hand, and the sword was a person. Ning Daoqi also suddenly straightened out the color.

"Drink"

Meng Wei raised the color sky sword, jumped in the air and danced, suddenly stagnated, and struck down from the air, the sword body was blue and red, and the huge sword blade was several zhang away, and it made a "sigh, sigh" sound in the air.

Emperor Xin's eyes widened and said, "The winner will be divided!" Everyone next to him also looked at the scene in front of them intently, and even turned their heads to look here before they opened their eyes.

To Meng Yuan's surprise, Ning Daoqi did not dodge, but his right hand pressed his chest, his left hand was whisked back, his hand poked out from the sleeve of his robe, his palm changed to grasp, he grabbed and changed his fingers, and the front and left hand were whisked back, his hand poked out from the sleeve of his robe, his palm changed to grasp, he grabbed and changed his fingers, and finally he pressed the tip of the sword with his thumb to smash the sharp edge of the sword, "Peng", a momentum erupted from it, and instantly covered the top of the mountain, Meng Daoqi's sword qi was not all shot randomly, Ning Daoqi's Qi cocoon was steady and unmoving, and the subtlety of its changes, judging the position of the sword position purely by feeling, it was really breathtaking.

"Lost, Meng Nao lost!"

Ning Daoqi's two hands suddenly stabbed back from the side, and the middle fingers of both hands hit the palms of Meng's palms at the same time.

"Poof"!

Meng Nao's sword qi suddenly flashed, and he stabbed into Ning Daoqi's left arm, a trace of red appeared, Ning Daoqi's face did not change, his left hand turned slightly, and pressed on the Meng Daoqi dantian, "Huh", Meng Daoqi's mouth was bleeding slightly, at this time, Meng Daoqi's true qi had already been exhausted, how could he stop it?

Ning Daoqi has abolished the Mengjiao Dantian.

"Peng" fell to the ground.

Everyone on the top of the mountain can rush to come, Shi Fei Xuan hurriedly rushed over, wanting to help Meng Xuan, but was pushed hard by Meng Xuan, fell away, at this time, Meng Xuan's martial arts have been abolished, and there is no true qi in the whole body, how can Shi Fei Xuan be pushed away, but involuntarily pushed away.

Ning Daoqi said lightly: "Fellow Daoist, can you withdraw from the rivers and lakes from now on?"

Meng Nao held the sword in his left hand, raised his head and suddenly smiled: "I wonder if you only have one chance?"

Ning Daoqi looked at the smiling Meng in front of him in surprise, and said, "That's right!"

"Hehe," Meng Wei said with a hard laugh.

Concubine Xuan suddenly lost and muttered, "Why? Why do you want to do this?"

Meng Wei smiled and said, "Then why do you keep insisting?"

Concubine Xuan was silent.

"Without Ning Daoqi, maybe Xiao Zhong and Xiao Ling will be able to develop well! Why am I like this? First, I am Xiao Zhong's master, and since he wants to dominate the world, then of course I will help! Second, why is it that only you high-ranking people in this world decide? Why? Why? Third, since I have come here, if I don't do something, how can I be called a monk? What is a plantar? I have no regrets, so let this day and the sunset look at me and pass away!"

Shi Fei Xuan suddenly raised her head and said, "Don't!

But it was too late, Meng Nao had already put the Sekong Sword under his neck, and watched the sunset step by step forward: "If there is an afterlife, I really regret it, why am I the most special one? Why do I suffer so much? The promises of the past have long turned into floating clouds, and everything that used to be has long since gone back, so why should I stay here? If there is really a God, I really don't want to do this!"

"When"

The Colored Sky Sword fell to the ground, and the shiny sword body turned red, slowly dripping to the ground.

Meng Guo only felt that everything was getting more and more blurry, "Is this what death feels like?"

"No !!"

Shi Fei Xuan suddenly cried loudly, Ning Daoqi's right hand was slightly, and Shi Fei Xuan fell unconscious. Looking at the monk who gradually fell slowly on the top of the mountain, he said, "Genius! Dacai! It's just that you came too early, too early." Then he turned to the three holy monks and said: "The favor I owe to Cihang Jingzhai has been repaid, and I will send my love to the mountains and rivers in the future! ”

"Amitabha. ”