The Supreme Being

The thick-backed long sword, with a crazy power that burst out from fear, fear, and trembling, struck Cheng Yong head-on with the force of splitting Huashan alone.

Cheng Yong raised his palms and crossed them back and forth, trying to knock the long sword away. His martial arts skills were far superior to Meng Qi's, and his eyesight was also the same. The timing of his attack was just right. However, as soon as he raised his iron palms, The injury on the left chest was affected, and the blood flowed out faster, and the movement was stagnant. His palms were temporarily weak, and the long knife broke through and hit the front door.

He was a man who had experienced hundreds of battles. He remained calm in the face of danger and fell backwards. He rolled like a lazy donkey to avoid Meng Qi's sword. However, Meng Qi had no fighting experience, so he hesitated and did not take advantage of it. Sheng pursued and launched a series of attacks while Cheng Yong was rolling on the ground.

Cheng Yonglan rolled halfway, pressed his palms on the ground like a toad, and kicked his right foot upwards and backwards, pointing directly at the heart of his imaginary enemy.

This was a trick he used to turn defeat into victory after being cornered many times, and now he also wanted to use it to end the battle.

His right foot touched nothing, and Cheng Yong took advantage of the situation to jump up. He happened to see the little monk with red lips and white teeth looking at him, wanting to chase but not daring to chase him. He looked like a newbie who had never fought before.

Damn it! Cheng Yong cursed in his heart. His trick that had been tried and tested failed because the opponent was a rookie and missed the opportunity to pursue! This made him depressed. After the series of violent movements just now, he felt that the injury on his chest was getting more serious. He was bleeding more and more, and he felt like he was losing strength. Stars appeared in front of his eyes, as if it would turn into darkness at any time. .

"No, we have to treat the wound first." Although he took the Heart-Robbing Pill and became reckless and impulsive, and he was afraid of being tortured by the drug and did not dare to disobey the master of the Yinhuang Castle, Cheng Yong still had normal sense, otherwise those who were controlled The heads of various factions have long been seen through.

At this time, he clearly knew that if he didn't take care of the wound and took a few dozen more breaths, he might be seriously injured and fall into coma, becoming a target on the young monk's case.

Just when he was about to tear off his clothes and bandage the wound, he suddenly heard the young monk let out a low roar of dissatisfaction, walked forward quickly, and struck again with his long knife!

Bastard, why didn't you chase me just now? Cheng Yong was helpless and had no choice but to deal with Meng Qi mentally, trying to resolve the battle as soon as possible to treat the wound.

Jiang Zhiwei was sitting on the ground, leaning against the stone door. She saw Meng Qi looking like a mad tiger, and his sword was as fast as a sword. Although it was unorganized, it was better because of its length and strength. However, Cheng Yong was seriously injured, his martial arts skills declined greatly, and his body His posture was slow and he was unable to seize the opening between the sword's movements to bully Meng Qi.

"Kick the old master to death with random punches..." Jiang Zhiwei somehow thought of this proverb, and then her heart moved and she shouted loudly: "Tick him up diagonally."

Although she was hit in the lower abdominal dantian and was temporarily powerless, her eyesight after opening her eyes was still there, so she could naturally see the flaw in Cheng Yong's movement. Moreover, Cheng Yong was slow at this time, allowing her to "point" Meng Qi. Otherwise, masters will fight with each other, and the opportunity will be missed before the words are spoken.

Meng Qi slashed for a while, and saw that the power of his sword was like a violent storm, forcing Cheng Yong to close, and he suddenly had the illusion that he was a master of the generation.

"This is the random cloak sword technique..." Meng Qi thought to himself, feeling a little proud. Of course, he still knew clearly that this was not the random cloak sword technique, but the "random slashing sword technique". If Cheng Yong hadn't been seriously injured, he would have He had been killed on the spot.

"Tick up diagonally." Suddenly, Meng Qi heard Jiang Zhiwei's voice. However, it was his first actual fight and Meng Qi had no experience in cooperating with Jiang Zhiwei. He really couldn't convert what he heard into thoughts in his brain immediately. Then he quickly reflected the thoughts in his brain to his hands, and then slashed out as before.

Cheng Yong on the other side could naturally hear Jiang Zhiwei's voice. His heart moved, and he dwarfed and jumped, hitting Meng Qi directly in the abdomen.

The sword flashed and blood spurted out. Cheng Yong covered his left arm and stumbled back.

Then, he jumped up and glared at Meng Qi. With that pounce just now, he jumped directly onto Meng Qi's slashing sword, and his left arm was severely injured.

What about the "tilt upwards" mentioned?

Meng Qi faced his glare with an innocent face, and probably understood the changes just now, and said deliberately: "I'm sorry, I reacted too slowly and let you down."

Poof, Cheng Yong was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Haha." Jiang Zhiwei covered her belly, laughing so hard that she almost convulsed. I knew this would happen! Haha, even if I was killed together with the little monk, I would still laugh to death!

Cheng Yong's anger surged, and he tapped his chest a few times with the sword of his right hand. The blood immediately stopped. Although the wound was too deep, he was just drinking poison to quench his thirst. The wound would burst out again after ten breaths, and he would probably die directly by then, but he could He couldn't care less. If he continued to struggle with this hateful little monk, he might be dragged to death or angry to death!

As soon as he saw Cheng Yong's actions and his expression that seemed to have sworn hatred against him, Meng Qi's smile faded and his heart slowly sank, knowing that the next step would be a matter of life and death.

Heavy pressure enveloped him, and then he subconsciously moved forward and slashed vertically with his sword.

Jiang Zhiwei stopped laughing, supported Shimen, and tried to stand up with difficulty to help Meng Qi. However, her Dantian was the foundation for accumulating energy. Even though it was not severely damaged, it was still seriously injured. In a short period of time, she There is still no way to sort out the scattered zhenqi.

After Cheng Yong's wound temporarily stopped bleeding, he moved his feet. He placed his severely injured left hand on the bottom, and moved his right hand in a half circle to meet Meng Qi's long knife, as if he wanted to use his bare hands to draw the sword.

Meng Qi secretly said something bad and used all his strength to turn the vertical slash into a diagonal slash. He dodged Cheng Yong's right hand, but when he pressed the blade with his left hand, he came forward with great force and involuntarily took a few steps back. .

Unyielding when he gained the upper hand, Cheng Yong followed up with his body, his palms repeatedly piercing Meng Qi's sword. For a moment, Meng Qi was in danger. If Cheng Yong hadn't been worried about the sharpness of the sword, and he couldn't bear another heavy blow, I'm afraid Meng Qi has been killed in the palm of his hand.

No, if I delay it any longer, it will definitely be me who dies! The great premonition of danger and the shadow of death hit Meng Qi's mind, making his eyes slightly red. The long knife in his hand was still dancing wildly, but thoughts were tumbling in his mind.

"Why haven't I ever learned sword skills?" Meng Qi knew very well that if he were to get started with sword skills, given Cheng Yong's condition, no matter how bad he was, he would still be able to survive until his injury relapsed or Jiang Zhiwei finished adjusting her breathing. , but now, I can only chop at random! For a moment, he felt very frustrated.

He has no experience with sword skills... Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in Meng Qi's mind, and then he thought of Cheng Yong's attempt to seize the sword just now.

He gritted his teeth, his eyes widened, almost bursting his eye sockets, and he slashed vertically with the long knife again, looking as if he was going to die together with Cheng Yong.

Cheng Yong sneered secretly, drew a circle with his right hand, and raised his left hand to meet the sword, while Meng Qi exerted all his strength and had no power left to change the direction of the sword.

The long knife was pinched by Cheng Yong's palms and fell into his hands immediately. Just as Cheng Yong moved back to grab the knife, he felt that the opposite side was empty and he was just fighting with the air!

not good! This caused him to lose his balance and stumble slightly. At the same time, he was shocked to see the little monk take two rigorous steps forward and punch out with his left fist.

As soon as the long sword entered Cheng Yong's hand, Meng Qi let go of his right hand and gave up the long sword!

Then, he took advantage of the wide open space between Cheng Yong's chest and abdomen, rubbed himself forward, and used his left hand to use the "Black Tiger Heart Digging" in Arhat Fist!

Snap, Meng Qi's left fist hit the wound on Cheng Yong's left chest hard. Suddenly, the wound burst open and blood spurted out like a waterfall, covering Meng Qi's head, face, and body.

Cheng Yong made a sound with a heavy throat, held the long knife in both hands, took a few steps back, and looked at Meng Qi, whose face was stained with blood, with an expression of disbelief and shock.

He actually fell in love with a young monk who only knew how to hack and slash, and was killed by him who had mediocre martial arts skills?

Plop! Cheng Yong fell to the ground on his back, causing dust to fly. His eyes were wide open and he could not rest in peace.

"Hahahaha." Meng Qi laughed like crazy. Fear, fear, depression, trembling and other indescribable things poured out. With the blood all over his face and body, it was especially hideous, "I don't I know how to do swordsmanship, but I know how to do boxing! I’m so stupid!”

After venting his laughter, Meng Qi gasped for air and felt that his whole body was exhausted and exhausted.

"Little monk, you have violated your precepts. How can you call yourself Lao, Lao..." With the enemy removed, Jiang Zhiwei breathed a sigh of relief, her joy surged up, and she joked with a smile, but she felt that girls cannot She was so abusive that she could never say the word "I".

"If you survive the catastrophe, Buddha will be happy for me and will not blame me..." Meng Qi said happily, "Miss Jiang, how are your injuries?"

Seeing that he was about to turn around, Jiang Zhiwei quickly stopped him: "Don't worry about me for now. Pick up my sword and give him a blow between his eyebrows to prevent a surprise attack."

Jiang Zhiwei has been taught how to deal with similar situations.

Meng Qi nodded and took a few steps back. While looking at Cheng Yong intently, he squatted down and picked up Jiang Zhiwei's sword, then cautiously approached Cheng Yong and stabbed him between the eyebrows from a distance.

The long sword penetrated between his eyebrows, Meng Qi completely relaxed, Cheng Yong couldn't die any more!

Jiang Zhiwei was in a mood to comment at this time: "Little monk, you are very talented. In the first actual battle, you can calmly and keenly grasp the situation, set a trap, overcome fear, throw the knife into a fist, and give him a fatal blow." With one strike, you may not be able to become a master in the future.”

"Hehe." Meng Qi smiled slightly proudly when he heard Jiang Zhiwei, who was highly skilled in martial arts, praising him. He didn't seem to be a fool to learn martial arts!

At this time, the blood on the ground suddenly squirmed and turned into words:

"Jiang Zhiwei and Zhending rescued Cheng Yong from the sea of ​​suffering controlled by the Heart-Robbing Pill, completed one of the side tasks, and were each rewarded with ten good deeds."

Is this okay? Meng Qi and Jiang Zhiwei looked at each other, as if they had heard each other's thoughts. Is killing the other party called saving?

But if you think about it carefully, being controlled by the Heart Seizing Pill is indeed worse than death!

"Our previous analysis was a bit wrong. If so, where can we find helpers?" Jiang Zhiwei frowned slightly, "Maybe we don't need helpers?"

Meng Qi said in confusion and distress: "Then what's the point of this side mission..."

"Maybe it doesn't make any sense." Jiang Zhiwei suddenly exclaimed, "No, Sister Qi!"