Aggrieved Fish Sprite

Although Meng Qi made jokes, Mo Li followed suit, but the swordsman went straight to Monk Yuan Zhi with his attack.

"Chong."

The knife was placed not far above the old monk's head.

Although it looked close, it was impossible to go any further.

The swordsman's scimitar, which had drunk the blood of countless people, was sandwiched between a dark purple soft sword and a dull short blade in tandem.

Under the turmoil of true energy, sand and soil flew up, and the ground sank slightly.

Monk Yuan Zhi not only emitted white smoke from the top of his head, but also acupoints all over his body erupted together, and the whole person seemed to be sitting in a steamer.

The three who couldn't see their weapons clearly for a moment: "..."

It's just a realm of climbing, why is it like flying from the ground?

The old monk practiced hard all his life, but he didn't use his inner strength very much, which resulted in such a big fight.

The swordsman hesitated for a moment, and his subordinates slowed down a bit. The success or failure of a master's move is determined by the slightest difference, not to mention that he is facing two people.

Mo Li's left hand sank slightly, and he pushed it away.

Just because the ink carp suddenly withdrew his gesture, the swordsman went astray, and under the strong force, the hidden counterattack instinctively went towards the ink carp, and then his right rib was piercingly cold, and the swordsman came back to his senses and twisted his body abruptly, Dodging Meng Qi's horizontal sword in embarrassment.

The coir raincoat, coat, and underwear were all torn, exposing the scarred skin.

The swordsman took two quick steps back, trying to get out of the range of the sword wind.

His spirit was tense to the extreme, and he was always on guard against the ink carp next to him. Even so, when the dull sword light came, he was caught off guard, and half of the bamboo hat was cut off when he avoided it.

——In Mo Li's left and right sleeves there are two bladeless knives, but the swordsman doesn't know about it.

In just a short while, the swordsman had already torn his clothes and bamboo hat. It wasn't that he was not good at martial arts, but when he wanted to dodge, Meng Qi gave him another sword.

Unlike the swordsman's obvious murderous aura, Meng Qi Moli had no warning when he attacked, and one person was completely hidden in the breath of the other, giving the swordsman a very short reaction time.

The swordsman used defense instead of attack, retreating hastily at his feet.

Meng Qi didn't chase after him either. He stood in front of Monk Yuanzhi and asked unhurriedly, "You are from Piaoping Pavilion, so you come here for the account books. Why do you want to do it without asking a word?"

The swordsman still didn't say a word, his eyes swept back, and he saw the figure of the ink carp.

——The escape route has been blocked, and it is not easy to leave.

A short fight was enough for both sides to find out the details, and the swordsman was at a very obvious disadvantage. Although his martial arts were high, his internal strength was lacking.

Originally, killers don't rely on deep internal strength to make a living. What they pay attention to is a sure hit, ruthless tricks, and killing more people in the shortest time.Such people are of course very troublesome, they are not afraid of injury, they are not afraid of pain, and they are ruthless enough, willing to lose an arm in exchange for someone else's head.

However, this dreadful cruelty was nothing in front of Meng Qi Moli.

Because the two joined hands, the tacit understanding was far beyond ordinary.

It's impossible to think of their subordinates finding a chance to make a big difference with a small one.

The swordsman's heart sank slowly.

Before coming here, the swordsman never thought that he would encounter such a predicament. The world's top masters could be counted on ten fingers, but he happened to meet three unknown ones.That's all, the two of them obviously have different skills, but they have such a tacit understanding.

This fight feels like more than just two people.

The swordsman glanced at the broken bamboo hat at his feet, and then touched the hole at his waist.

Meng Qi didn't see fear in the swordsman's eyes, only annoyance.

"People can't help themselves in the rivers and lakes. You two have such good skills, you should also report your name so that I can return to my life." The swordsman said in a hoarse voice.

As soon as he spoke, Mo Li frowned.

Meng Qi noticed this, and refused slowly in his mouth: "A person who knows the current affairs is a brilliant man, and your excellency is very discerning. So I also have good advice, you might as well listen to it."

"You and I don't know each other, so there's no need to say much."

The swordsman didn't want to answer at all, but he was not willing to leave like this, his eyes kept flickering.

Meng Qi looked at him wanting to laugh, and he gave Mo Li a look, indicating that although this man has high martial arts skills, but his city skills are very shallow, he can sell his emotions completely with only a pair of eyes exposed, no wonder he covers his head and face .

When someone is proud, Mo Carp's hands itch a little.

But what Meng Qi said was right, the dead soldiers captured by Mipu were more difficult to deal with than the one in front of him.

While thinking, Mo Li looked at the swordsman.

The opponent's body was always entwined with bloody and murderous aura, which made Mo Li very uncomfortable. After watching for a long time, he still had a strange feeling. He couldn't tell what it was, but something was wrong.

Meng Qi continued: "I think Your Excellency's martial arts are very good, and you can be regarded as one of the best masters in the Jianghu. Why bother to be controlled by others and do such a terrible business?"

"Being favored by others, I work for others. The account books of Sijia Mipu are like hot potatoes. If you fall into the hands of the two of you, it will only cause endless troubles. If you don't want to use the account books to form a friendship with Piaoping Pavilion Yuan, it's best to burn it, my master has an order that no one who robs the account books will be left behind."

The swordsman's voice was hoarse, and he was fully alert with the knife, and his body was bowed forward because of the mental tension, ready to strike at any time.

"I'm at the bottom of my skills, so there's no way to take the two of you. However, I'm not the only one in Piaoping Pavilion. The clues to the account book will be broken when you reach the two of you. They will definitely send someone again. You two should plan ahead."

"Oh? I can't see it." Meng Qi looked contemptuous and said with sarcasm, "For a master like you, if Piaoping Pavilion can come up with a few others, then there is no need to be a killer to make money. Change your name and surname. If you can start a sect by pulling together a mob, or take advantage of the troubled times to join the powerful, why not worry about wealth and glory?"

The swordsman didn't want to talk too much, he squeezed out a few words between his teeth: "Killing people doesn't depend on martial arts..."

Meng Qi looked suddenly enlightened, nodded and said: "Is it the dead man who brought Lei Zhenzi from the Thunderbolt Hall? I have seen it, it was so severe that the soil was blown three feet flat, and a big hole was left in place, making it dirty." I have a piece of clothing." As he spoke, he gestured to dust off the clothes, as if there was still dust on the clothes.

Inappropriately, the ink carp thought of a gerbil digging.

The face of the swordsman under the mask must have been very ugly. He took a sudden step back and crushed the stone.

Don't speculate in words, don't eat hard and soft.The matter of this account book cannot be improved.

Meng Qi didn't intend to befriend Piaoping Pavilion either.

If he hadn't caught up with Monk Yuanzhi to break through the realm, and wanted to lie to the swordsman about Piaoping Pavilion, Meng Qi wouldn't even bother to say anything.

"Since you two are obsessed..."

"Wait, what is being obsessed with obsession?" Meng Qi pretended to be surprised, holding his sword and said with a smile, "From what your Excellency said, do you still want to leave?"

Don't go and continue to watch the old monk smoke?Don't go and stay one-on-three?

The swordsman couldn't react for a while, but when he realized what Meng Qi was talking about, his eyes suddenly turned cold, and his whole body was filled with murderous aura.

"You two want to save my life?"

The swordsman has killed countless people. If he is desperate, any master will have a headache.

But Meng Qi didn't take it seriously at all. He found out the details of the swordsman and knew that the swordsman's ability could not hurt Monk Yuanzhi.At this moment, Meng Qi showed a stunned expression, with displeasure that was misunderstood: "What do you mean, what do I want your life for?"

The swordsman's eyes were cold, and he vaguely felt that Meng Qi's words were not that simple.

Sure enough, the next sentence that hit the ear was like a sharp knife piercing the bone.

"... Only the living are useful."

The swordsman laughed back in anger. Not only did he want to keep himself, but he also wanted to capture him alive?

When this word spread, people in Jianghu would be dumbfounded.

Not to mention Piaoping Pavilion, a killer organization that no one can figure out, ordinary killers will commit suicide if they fail.If you can't even do this, the assassin's signboard will be ruined. Who would dare to spend money to hire such a person?

Killers only learn two skills, one is to kill and the other is to escape.

The two teamed up in front of him, and the swordsman knew he was no match, but that didn't mean he had no way to escape.

The swordsman even wanted to see where Meng Qi's self-confidence came from. Why did he have such a ridiculous idea?

Meng Qi was not annoyed, and thoughtfully and actively echoed what the swordsman thought in his heart.

"With martial arts at our level, it's hard to stop if you want to run, let alone stop you from committing suicide, but you don't want to die!"

"..."

The swordsman choked heavily at this sentence.

He shouldn't be on this mountain, and he shouldn't be thinking about being able to speak with something other than a weapon.

The blade was unsheathed again, and the branch three feet away was affected by the invisible killing intent, and it snapped off in response.The swordsman was swift, leaving several afterimages in an instant. The light of the sword was like snow, filling the entire open space, and the sand and stones were flying in all directions, like torrential rain.

Mo Li raised his sleeves to block the flying gravel for Master Yuan Zhi who was meditating.

The dark purple sword light circled a half-arc and suddenly lit up, accurately cutting the Xuelian Daoguang in two.

All of this happened extremely quickly, and the blade of the sword light took away the light of the scorching sun in an instant.

The ink carp silently appeared in front of the swordsman. The swordsman vomited blood. He changed his posture several times in a row. There was another person blocking his retreat.

If this is some kind of famous sword formation, or a combination of two swords, the swordsman would not be so annoyed.

It is clearly out of order, and there are no tricks, so where does the tacit understanding come from?

Even if they eat and live together, they grow up together, and they can know each other's thoughts without making a sound, but they can't do this.

——Unless there is a master with the same skills and methods as your own weapon, and practice with them every day.

Thought and knew it was impossible.

The more the swordsman fought, the more annoyed he became, especially when he realized that the two were gradually only defending instead of attacking, and were focused on blocking the way out.

Several left and right dashes were unsuccessful, and I just felt that I had become a monkey, being driven around by people.

The ink carp over there became more and more confused as he fought.

How do you feel the existence of spiritual energy in the swordsman's endless internal force?

It is different from taking the treasures of heaven and earth, the aura hidden in the meridians in the body is slowly consumed, and it is not like myself and Meng Qi that the aura and internal force are not separated from each other, and the existence of the aura cannot be discerned at all, even if the sky is dark and the earth is dark. No difference will be found.

Now this aura sometimes comes and goes, erratic.

At first, the ink carp could not even be sure that it belonged to the swordsman. In fact, his first reaction was that there was a little dragon vein that had just given birth to consciousness in Ximian Ershan to watch the excitement.

When it was gradually confirmed that the root cause was the swordsman, Mo Li was particularly surprised.

He couldn't help but think deeply, it wasn't like taking the shape of a dragon vein, nor did he seem to have taken a lot of elixir, where did this aura come from?What the alchemist said about destiny and luck are all nonsense, and spiritual energy will not follow people for no reason, could it be——

"Brother Meng, do you think he is the form of a panacea?"

Mo Li's voice transmission made Meng Qi stagger, thinking how this is possible.

The swordsman saw the opportunity and rushed out.

The coir raincoat was gone, and the clothes on the back were also torn to pieces, and Jianfeng still left a few bloodstains on his bare back.

The swordsman ran without looking back.

Just as Meng Qi was about to chase after him, there was a gust of wind behind his head, and he subconsciously avoided it.

Turning his head, he saw Monk Yuanzhi's tattered cassock was torn apart by the internal energy released outside, his dry and thin chest slowly bulged up, and the muscles on his arms were stretched out of thin air, as if they were born out of nothing.

Mo Li and Mo Li blinked their eyes, lest they misunderstood.

What kind of effort is this?Is Buddhist martial arts so bizarre?Gain thirty pounds in a blink of an eye?

——It’s amazing, Longmai doesn’t even have this ability.

"Where to go!"

Monk Yuan Zhi had already heard what was going on around him clearly when he was sitting in meditation, after finishing his work, he immediately picked up the walking monk's wooden staff, shouted sharply and chased the swordsman away.

Mo Li looked at the naked figure of the old monk, hesitant to speak.

Meng Qi suddenly laughed.

Mo Carp subconsciously looked at him.

Meng Guoshi took his sword away slowly, and said proudly: "These two people must have laughed at my clothes in their hearts just now, they are all naked now."

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