Chapter 11 Knife

After hearing this scream, Jiang Zhiwei's body visibly tensed up, and the long sword sped up, breaking through the defense on the other side in two or three strokes, stabbing their temples respectively, making the death cries of the two men in black only stop. There was still time to make half a sound.

Awakened by the wailing sound, Meng Qi jumped away from the stone wall without thinking and ran to the other side of Jiang Zhiwei.

Only then did Meng Qi have time to wonder why the two men in black who had been in a stalemate for a while were solved so easily by Jiang Zhiwei? Was she retaining her strength before?

Yan Wujiang's death obviously stimulated Zhang Yuanshan, Qing Jing, Qi Xia and others, and their attacks became more fierce. In just a dozen breaths, they swept away the men in black like a whirlwind, leaving only a few alive.

Phew, Qi Xia walked up to Yan Wujiang, stared at it for a while, and exhaled a long breath: "Master Yan Xiang has always been afraid of death. Because of his relationship with Senior Feitian Yaksha, we have only let him do some nursing work in the casino** Who knew, he would be the first to die this time."

Zhang Yuanshan squatted in front of Yan Wujiang's body, checked the wounds, touched the end of his nose, and confirmed that he was dead. He said with a solemn expression: "Really dead..."

The expressions of Qing Jing, Jiang Zhiwei, Meng Qi and others were equally heavy. The "Lord of Six Paths of Reincarnation" did not deceive everyone. This is not a game, not an illusion. If you die, it is real death!

"We can't delay any longer." Qingjing was a little impatient.

Zhang Yuanshan waved his hand: "It's easy to make mistakes in a hurry. Let's torture the living person again to confirm that the news just now is correct. Moreover, so many people are chasing us. I'm worried that the castle master already knows our arrival, and there will be more and more enemies in the future. The stronger, so the plan has to change accordingly.”

"Junior Sister Qi, please excuse me." He turned to Qi Xia and said.

Qi Xia glanced at Yan Wujiang's body again: "Senior Feitian Yaksha has always protected his shortcomings, even if Master Yanxiang has a bad relationship with him, hey, I don't know what kind of trouble will be caused..."

As she spoke, she walked up to the living person and used the "Thirteen Soul Searching Hands" torture again.

"It seems that the layout of the Yinhuang Castle obtained earlier is correct." Zhang Yuanshan listened to the survivors' descriptions one by one and truly confirmed the first intelligence. Then he frowned and said, "Why did the master of the Yinhuang Castle summon him at this time?" The masters under him went to the central hall and closed the door to prevent anyone from approaching, leaving these people in black without a leader? "

"Isn't this a good sign? At least before rushing to the central hall, we don't have to worry about reinforcements from experts, or the castle master taking action directly." Qing Jing said not caring much.

Qi Zhengyan suddenly interjected: "But we will go to the central hall eventually. If we don't figure out the castle master's conspiracy, we will probably suffer a big loss by then."

"The key is, can you figure it out now? Or do you have more time to investigate?" Qingjing turned his head and looked at the stone wall next to him.

At this time, several people were standing in the center of the corridor, far away from the stone wall. Meng Qi, one of the two major burdens, saw that "the same kind" died violently in Wujiang, and he could not help but feel sad about the death of a rabbit and a fox, and he was not in the mood to speak for a while.

Jiang Zhiwei held the sword tightly, and a drop of blood slowly dripped from the tip of the sword: "Don't argue, act according to the original plan, and speed up. No matter what the fortress master's conspiracy is, we will try to reach the central hall before he starts."

"This is the only way." Zhang Yuanshan stood up suddenly, looked at Qing Jing and Qi Zhengyan and said, "Let's set off."

As they spoke, the three of them tapped their toes on the ground and walls and flew through the corridor. They quickly disappeared at the fork in the road, and they were going up and down.

Qi Xia looked at Jiang Zhiwei, then at Meng Qi, and said with a smile: "Zhiwei, how old am I? Please call you sister Zhiwei. From now on, everything will be at your command."

Jiang Zhiwei nodded without a smile: "Sister Qi, let's go too, be careful with hidden weapons."

Seeing them moving forward, Meng Qi quickly bent down and picked up a stainless steel sword from beside a corpse.

"Changing swords, swords are difficult to learn, but swords are easy to use. For you, using a knife is at least twice as powerful as using a sword." Jiang Zhiwei reminded casually, among the popular views in Xijiang Pavilion, without several years of hard work, long-term success can be achieved. The sword was more decorative than actual combat.

Meng Qi thought for a moment and seemed to have heard this statement before, so he threw away the long sword and picked up a thick-backed long knife.

Although with his size, it would be very advantageous to use a short knife to get close to him, but it is shorter and dangerous, so it is better to be longer. Anyway, this body is very strong, and it is not difficult to wield this long knife.

Affected by the death of Yan Wujiang and the killing scene just now, the two girls were quite depressed and kept silent. Meng Qi had recovered, but he did not dare to speak casually, so he had to use all his strength to follow Jiang Zhiwei and watch. Watching her pick up poisonous arrows with her sword, watching her kill many men in black with a flash of sword, and even being carried by her collar across a passage full of traps.

"We should be there soon..." Qi Xia looked around and confirmed his current location.

This sentence broke the long silence. Jiang Zhiwei looked at Shimen in front and said: "Be careful of the poisonous gas."

After Meng Qi's "hundred days of foundation building", his mind was clear and his memory was good. He clearly remembered that there was a corridor behind the stone door with dragon claws painted on it. If he stepped on the mechanism in the corridor, poisonous gas would be sprayed out, and At the end of the corridor is the secret room where "Hero Cheng Yongcheng" is trapped.

Qi Xia pushed open the stone door, lowered her head, and carefully observed the layout of the stone bricks.

"Sister Qi has a rich family background and is also a master in the art of mechanism." Jiang Zhiwei explained to Meng Qi.

In fact, even if she didn't say it, Meng Qi could have guessed it, because Qi Xia had cracked the mechanisms in several places before.

Qi Xia smiled as she watched: "Sister Zhiwei, you are too kind. My martial arts are not as good as yours, so I can only compete with these unorthodox methods."

Jiang Zhiwei forced a smile and did not answer her. Instead, she turned to look at Meng Qi and said with a slightly gloomy face: "In the sect, I have only learned how to deal with various sneak attacks and protect myself. I am not good at protecting others. I have to make this clear first."

She obviously thought of Yan Wujiang's death.

Meng Qi felt cold in his heart, but on the surface he still pretended to be chivalrous and brave: "It doesn't matter. If it weren't for Miss Jiang's care, I would be unable to move forward and would have followed the footsteps of Master Yan Xiang."

He deliberately said Miss Jiang this time.

"Master Jiang." Jiang Zhiwei corrected him tirelessly, and finally there was a trace of smile on his face.

Qi Xia suddenly laughed: "Sister Zhiwei, there is a secret door in this corridor, which should lead directly to another secret room. Judging from the topographic map, that may be where the hero Ding Changsheng is trapped."

"You want to act separately?" Jiang Zhiwei keenly understood what she meant.

Qi Xia nodded: "The masters in the fort have all gone to the central hall, and there is this shortcut. I want to give it a try to increase the chances of winning in the end."

Jiang Zhiwei pinched her black hair that fell to her shoulders with her left hand. Thinking that she had only encountered ordinary black-clothed men on the way, and had not seen any masters, she advised: "Be careful."

"No need." Qi Xia tightly grasped the water-dividing thorn and said to Jiang Zhiwei and Meng Qi: "Left three, right four, follow this order and you won't trigger the poison gas."

She casually cut off a large piece of stone chips and threw it over to try. Sure enough, there was no movement. Then she touched the ground with her toes and swept across beautifully. She opened a stone door in the middle of the corridor and disappeared into the darkness.

"Let's go save Cheng, too." Jiang Zhiwei walked to Meng Qi and was about to take him by the collar.

Meng Qi certainly didn't want to stay where he was, lest a few men in black show up and kill him, but there was a question in his heart that he hadn't solved, so he didn't dare to follow Jiang Zhiwei alone.

Thinking about the personality and style that Jiang Zhiwei had shown since the first meeting, Meng Qi decided to take a risk and ask: "Miss Jiang, I have a question that I don't know if I should ask or not?"

"What question?" Jiang Zhiwei looked at Meng Qi in confusion.

Meng Qi gritted his teeth: "Miss Jiang, when you met the men in black for the second time, why did you fight with two of them for a long time? With the strength you showed later, you should be able to easily deal with them."

This question made Meng Qi uneasy.

"Ah?" Jiang Zhiwei exclaimed, her expression changing continuously, very rich.

Then, her pretty face was stern: "Let me make it clear first, you are not allowed to laugh."

It was rare to see Jiang Zhiwei showing a girlish demeanor, Meng Qi felt that the tension in his heart disappeared a lot, and swore to say that he would never laugh.

Jiang Zhiwei looked up at the stone wall above, her pretty face flushed slightly: "That was my first time killing someone. I was a little soft-hearted when I saw the enemy's blood spurting out and his body falling to the ground weakly..."

Puff, Meng Qi almost laughed out loud. It was such a simple reason. He was overthinking!

Seeing that Meng Qi was having a hard time holding back his laughter, Jiang Zhiwei snorted: "I only trained my courage to kill by killing chickens in the sect, and I have never killed a living person."

"Uh, Miss Jiang, how many chickens have you killed?" Meng Qi casually changed the subject.

Jiang Zhiwei thought for a while: "I have been learning swordsmanship for two years. During this period, I killed two chickens every day, and occasionally pigs, cattle, sheep and other living creatures."

Meng Qi's thoughts flashed, and he said "seriously": "Miss Jiang, I have thought of a nickname for you after you become famous."

"What?" Jiang Zhiwei asked a little curiously.

Meng Qi said seriously: "Chicken-slaying Sword God."

Puff, Jiang Zhiwei laughed out loud: "Oh, I didn't expect you, a little monk, to be such a rascal. Also, call me Jiang Shizhu! Be careful that the Buddha will punish you!"

She smiled like a flower, but soon calmed down. She grabbed Meng Qi's collar and ran to the other side of the corridor with him. After talking and laughing just now, the relationship between the two became closer.

Qi Xia's mechanical skills are really good. The whole journey was smooth and Jiang Zhiwei and Meng Qi successfully arrived in front of the stone door.

"This stone door cannot be opened from the inside..." Jiang Zhiwei studied it for a while and signaled Meng Qi to hide behind her to prevent any hidden arrows from flying out after the door was opened.

The stone door made a heavy friction sound with the ground and slowly opened backwards without any accidents.

"Which friend can help?" A surprised male voice sounded.

Jiang Zhiwei observed for a while and confirmed that there was no ambush. Then she walked into the stone room and Meng Qi guarded the door for her.

In the center of the stone room, a middle-aged man in a plain green robe said in surprise: "I am Cheng Yong. Thank you for saving me, young lady. Who are you from?"

He knew all the people in the martial arts world, but he had never seen this young and beautiful girl.

"Master Cheng, I come from a hidden sect. Because my master was secretly invited by Master Ma, I followed him to help you fight demons and defend the way." Jiang Zhiwei made up a lie.

When Cheng Yong heard the name of Ma Lianghan, he nodded slightly and greeted Jiang Zhiwei: "I haven't asked for your name yet."

"Junior Jiang Zhiwei." Jiang Zhiwei came from a famous sect, and generally would not lose her manners.

Cheng Yong walked in front of Jiang Zhiwei and smiled: "Heroes are born young. Okay, let's go and save others. Um, who is this?"

Jiang Zhiwei turned half-way and said: "His Dharma name is Zhending."

At this time, Meng Qi saw that Cheng Yong's eyes were suddenly covered with a layer of green air, and he immediately had a bad premonition.

At this moment, Jiang Zhiwei also noticed something, exerted force on her feet, and retreated backwards.

Cheng Yong's left hand was like a fish swimming in the water, flexible and agile, from bottom to top, as fast as lightning, hitting Jiang Zhiwei's lower abdomen.

"Heart-stealing pill..." For some reason, this term popped up in Meng Qi's mind.

Jiang Zhiwei's reaction was half a beat slower, and her retreat speed could not be compared with Cheng Yong's left hand, and she was instantly pressed on her lower abdomen.

At this time, she could only reduce the damage through techniques such as shrinking her abdomen and resisting with true qi.

But Jiang Zhiwei's face suddenly showed a resolute and decisive look. When she sent out the long sword, she did not dodge and chose to fight to the death!

Bang, Jiang Zhiwei was hit and flew up, hitting the stone door, spitting blood and falling to the ground, and Cheng Yong's chest was stabbed deep by the long sword, and blood flowed out.

Hehe, Cheng Yong first pressed a few acupuncture points on his chest to stop the bleeding, and then he seemed to become a wild beast, completely ignoring his own serious injuries, and pounced on Jiang Zhiwei and Meng Qi with difficulty.

Jiang Zhiwei's sword just now made Cheng Yong subconsciously shrink between life and death, and his palm power was greatly reduced, failing to seriously injure her, but her lower abdomen was the vital point of Dantian, and it was connected to the lower body. She couldn't even muster the strength for a while, and her legs were even more unconscious.

"Little monk." She shouted, hoping that Meng Qi could overcome his fear and take action. Cheng Yong was stabbed in the left chest by her, and his condition was definitely not good. Maybe if he delayed for a few breaths, he would die on his own.

Seeing Cheng Yong covered in blood, his eyes were blue, and he pounced on him like an evil ghost,

Meng Qi's legs were shaking, and he seemed to be in a nightmare.

Jiang Zhiwei's call woke him up. Thinking of Yan Wujiang's death, the killings he had experienced, and the joy and gains from boxing training, Meng Qi became more courageous, his body trembled, he gritted his teeth, and chopped out with a knife.

At this time, the knife was indeed more useful than the sword!