Chapter 157 Night Walk

The night was dark and the mountain breeze was cool. Meng Qi carried Hua Lun on his back and performed the Wind God Leg, running along the nearest road back to Qinshan City.

"Mr. Meng's Qinggong is extraordinary..." Hua Lun was born in the Zhenyi Sect and had a certain ability to distinguish good and bad martial arts. At this time, he felt the strength of the wind and shadow, and couldn't help but secretly praised it. However, when he recalled the heroic posture and words of Mr. Meng in the ruined temple, he was always uneasy in his heart. After all, Mr. Meng was only four or six orifices, and there were many masters above this level among the followers recruited by the Luo Sect. Being too careless and arrogant would only put himself in a desperate situation.

"Fortunately, his Qinggong is good." Hua Lun thought fortunately. According to the Qinggong body skills currently shown by Mr. Meng, if he can't beat him, he can still run away!

Meng Qi was ambitious, but he didn't neglect it at all. He used all his four orifices to watch six directions and listen to eight directions to prevent being attacked by others.

In the dark night, the forest and rocks are like quietly lurking monsters, baring their fangs and claws, making people panic.

Suddenly, a figure rushed out from the forest on the left and right sides of Meng Qi, holding a long and strange weapon in their hands, and attacked Meng Qi from top to bottom.

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

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Meng Qi's long sword stabbing left and right like a drunkard. After a ding-ding sound, the two figures retreated diagonally to the front and blocked the road.

The two men were dressed in black and white robes, with their hair loose, like evil spirits. The weapons they held were long sticks with hooks in front, which were quite special. After a slight adjustment, they continued to pounce on Meng Qi.

Hua Lun's eyes condensed, and he whispered to Meng Qi: "The two ghosts of Zhoushan are good at four-orifice weapons. The lock stick is a strange weapon that can take away people's weapons."

He seized the time to let Meng Qi understand his opponent and increase the possibility of winning.

As they were talking, Meng Qi and Zhou Shan's two ghosts were both rushing forward, and the two sides had already collided.

As soon as the lock stick grabbed Meng Qi's long sword, he swung it down, and the wind was overflowing, with great power.

"They like to join forces to fight the enemy, which is better than many masters of six orifices."

Meng Qi's long sword did not dodge, and sent it into the hook in front of the lock stick. Then, when the opponent's old strength was exhausted and the new strength had not yet been generated, he stirred it upwards, carrying the lock stick flying and hitting the front end of another lock stick that fell.

With two clangs, the lock sticks flew horizontally, and Meng Qi stabbed left and right. The two ghosts of Zhou Shan screamed and retreated, covering their faces, and fled into the forest in panic.

"It is said..." Hua Lun had just finished speaking when he saw the two ghosts of Zhoushan were defeated. He could only stop and praised, "Mr. Meng, you have a great swordsmanship!"

"You are too kind." Meng Qi smiled and said, without chasing, continuing to go down the mountain road. After leaving the forest, there was a dangerous mountain road in front of him. There was a steep cliff on the right and a cliff on the left. The miasma could be vaguely seen.

At this moment, a man came out from behind the rock at the entrance of the mountain road. He crossed his hands across his chest, holding a long sword, and looked at Meng Qi and Hua Lun coldly. He did not attack them, but slowly met them.

"'Listening to Thunder Sword' Mo Cheng, the realm of six or seven orifices, a famous lone swordsman in the mountains and four waters, arrogant, disdainful of siege or sneak attack, I didn't expect that even he became a Luojiao believer." Because there was still some distance, Hua Lun could finish his words calmly, his tone was quite heavy.

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

Mo Cheng's long sword was extended, with very few changes, as fast as lightning, with the sound of wind and thunder.

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

Facing Mo Cheng's Listening to Thunder Sword, Meng Qi did not defend but counterattacked, stabbed out with a sword, pointed directly at Mo Cheng's wrist, and unexpectedly arrived first!

Mo Cheng's face twitched slightly, and he had to change his moves to intercept Meng Qi's sword as he turned his long sword. Otherwise, before he could cut the opponent, he would be stabbed in the wrist and it would be difficult to hold the sword.

He swung his long sword and spread it like a fan, but Meng Qi's Bingque sword suddenly tilted up, unexpectedly changed direction, and pointed obliquely at his throat.

Mo Cheng was too late to change his moves again, so he could only retreat two steps to avoid the range of the long sword.

When Meng Qi retreated, he followed him as if he had expected it. He kept the same distance as he advanced and retreated, as if they had been measured!

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

Mo Cheng saw that it was difficult to avoid the sword that stabbed his throat, so he gritted his teeth and thrust his long sword out, also pointing it at Meng Qi's throat, with the plan of risking his life.

As long as the opponent was unwilling to lose both sides, or even perish together, he could catch his breath!

Meng Qi's long sword suddenly turned, and he used the sword body to hit Mo Cheng's left shoulder in a completely contrary way to the principle of using a sword. The force was so great that Mo Cheng lost his balance and staggered to the side uncontrollably. His long sword naturally lost its accuracy and failed to stab Meng Qi.

There was a cliff to the right of Mo Cheng. After stumbling a few steps, he fell directly down and fell into the clouds. His screams startled the birds in the mountains.

This fight was quick and swift. In just a few breaths, Mo Cheng was completely defeated, and Hua Lun had not even started to describe the Seven Thunder Swords in detail.

He fell silent, not knowing what to say.

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

The mountain road was narrow, only enough for two people to pass sideways, but for someone like Meng Qi who had outstanding light skills, it was no problem at all, as if walking on flat ground.

Halfway through the journey, Meng Qi and Hua Lun, who had opened their eyes, saw a figure running along the mountain road in front of them. It was obvious that Mo Cheng's scream attracted the attention of his accomplices, so they went up the mountain road in the opposite direction, intending to intercept him on the mountain road.

Hua Lun's tone became particularly solemn: "It was the Luo Sect's Zhikong Envoy who injured my seven orifices. His Black God Palm is superb, and his strength is even higher than Mo Cheng."

He was vaguely afraid of this Zhikong Envoy, and reminded Meng Qi again, and planned to describe the peculiarities of his martial arts.

Meng Qi rushed with his sword, and met the Luo Sect Zhikong Envoy two breaths later. His long sword slashed out without any rules, crooked and slanted, like an ordinary person who didn't know martial arts.

"He has a tricky body movement, and likes to expose a flaw on the left side to lure the enemy."

Faced with this sword technique beyond common sense, Zhikong Envoy was inevitably stunned, and his palms crossed, and he was about to slap the sword of Meng Qi's long sword.

Meng Qi's long sword suddenly turned horizontally and slapped the palm of Zhikong Envoy, and the whole person flew up with the force, and the sword light was brighter, clear and pure.

"He can use two levels of Black God Palm with his right hand..." Hua Lun didn't finish his words, and saw Meng Qi flying over Zhikong Envoy's head like a roc spreading its wings, and landed behind him.

He turned back in a hurry, only to see Zhikongshi lying on his back, also falling off the cliff. He could vaguely see a trace of blood between his eyebrows, his eyes wide open, and his expression frozen.

This is too fast... Hua Lun thought blankly.

With this sword, Meng Qi incorporated the "Yan Luo Tie" into the Dugu Nine Swords. Although it was incomplete, it was enough to kill Zhikongshi after seeing the flaw!

After landing on the ground, Meng Qi did not turn his head back, and completely ignored Zhikongshi behind him. He continued to walk quickly with his sword, without any doubt about the effect of the previous sword.

The mountain road was steep and long, but Meng Qi ran at full speed and soon reached the foot of the mountain. As soon as he turned into the official road leading to Qinshan City, he saw a fat monk blocking the way, holding a thick and heavy water-milled Zen staff.

Hua Lun opened his mouth, but finally chose to keep silent, without saying a word.

The fat monk waved the Zen staff, and the sound of the wind was heavy and blew in his face.

Meng Qi casually pointed his long sword and stabbed a certain position of the Zen stick. The Zen stick suddenly lost control, as if it had suffered a clever force that changed its direction suddenly, pulling the fat monk forward.

Meng Qi slightly sidestepped and sped up. When he passed by, he suddenly raised his long sword and quickly retracted it. He continued to run wildly. The fat monk behind him fell to the ground with his water-grinded Zen stick, covered his chest, and slowly fell down.

The official road of "Three Mountains and Four Waters" was relatively flat. Meng Qi used his Fengshen Leg to the fullest and strode forward. Not long after, he vaguely saw Qinshan City, and Hua Lun on his back remained silent, his eyes slightly dull.

"Mr. Hua, why didn't you describe the fat monk's situation just now so that I could target him?" Meng Qi suddenly smiled and spoke.

Hua Lun said in a muffled voice: "I think it's meaningless, and there's no time to finish..."

The scene in the dilapidated temple that impressed him suddenly emerged in his mind. Mr. Meng shot his sword loudly and heroically:

"Wait for them to test the sword."