Chapter 171 Night Town Mountain Temple

With a bang, the door panel was knocked away, and four people rushed in like a whirlwind and stood in front of General Sword.

They look almost identical, with sluggish faces and fleshy faces. They all have empty hands.

"It's too late, you don't have time to escape." The one on the far left laughed sinisterly again.

"Because we have arrived." The brother next to him followed.

"As long as we are here, you will all die." The second person on the right emphasized.

"So there is no point in escaping or not." The one on the far right looked around Meng Qi and others proudly.

Meng Qi held the hilt of the Bingque Sword and looked at the tip of the sword intently, as if nothing else attracted him. However, Lu Zhongqi kept retreating and unknowingly hid behind Meng Qi, with Taoist Hu closely guarding him. Lu Guan glanced at Meng Qi subconsciously, while Ruan Yushu stroked the guqin and turned a blind eye to the person in front of him.

"He's dead." The Zheng brothers on the far right said as they looked at General Jian's body.

"My martial arts skills were not good enough, so I died." The second person on the right said.

"We are stronger than him, and we will definitely not die." The second person from the left emphasized forcefully.

"You will be the ones who die!" The man on the far left looked at Meng Qi and the others conspiratorially.

They stood in a strange position, always seeming to be in a semicircle, and they had to speak in a certain order.

With the expectations of Lu Zhongqi and Taoist Hu, Meng Qi stood up with his sword in hand, his movements unhurried and slow, as if the four people in front of him were no more than chickens and dogs.

"Is the Evil Lord here?" Meng Qi looked at his sword and asked casually.

"The master is not here." The eldest brother on the left of the four evil men of the Zheng family replied.

"Because there is no need to come." The second person from the left explained the reason.

"You are not worthy of him taking action." The second person on the right said respectfully.

"We are enough!" The boy on the far right is very proud.

Meng Qi raised his head, pointed his sword at an angle, and said coldly: "What a pity, there is no one to collect the corpses for you."

He said it was natural. Lu Guan, Lu Zhongqi and Hu Taoist felt a little natural because they witnessed him kill General Jian just now easily. However, in the blink of an eye, they remembered that they were the four murderers of the Zheng family in front of them, and their illustrious names changed their minds. Feel uneasy.

"We don't need anyone to collect the corpses for us." The young man on the right snorted coldly.

"We will definitely win." The second person on the right raised his palms and made a gesture of action.

"You are the one who needs to collect the body." The second person on the left retorted.

"Unfortunately not." The boss on the left stepped forward. The four of them were like one body, with eight palms coming down together, like a heaven and earth net, with no gaps left!

Meng Qi suddenly spoke, his tongue bursting with thunder:

"disease!"

At this moment, the sound of Ruan Yushu's piano suddenly became harsh and merged with Meng Qi's roar, piercing the heart and lungs!

The four villains of the Zheng family felt a loud buzzing in their ears and could no longer hear any sound. They were dizzy and their hands and feet were sluggish. If it weren't for their strong internal strength to resist naturally, they might have become sluggish on the spot.

Meng Qi seized the opportunity, stepped forward, swiped his long sword, and performed the "Broken Arrow Style"!

ah!

The four murderers of the Zheng family screamed almost simultaneously. Their eyes were closed, but blood and liquid flowed out.

After losing their eyesight, they waved their hands randomly and walked randomly, which was very confusing.

Meng Qi leaned forward and rushed between them. His sword flashed four times, and then he stood proudly, his sword returned to its sheath.

With a plop, the four villains of the Zheng family fell down indistinguishable one after another, all with swords in their throats, and their positions were exactly the same. If someone saw them, they would probably think they were a corpse and its three reflections.

Three moves, just three moves, the four brothers of the Zheng family, who were powerful and notorious, lay dead on the spot. From the beginning to the end, they had no power to fight back!

Taoist Hu felt that the shocks he had experienced in his entire life could not compare to today. It was like he was dreaming!

When did the Sword General and the Four Fiends of the Zheng Family, whom he could only hope to reach, become like ordinary people, unable to resist Xiao Meng's sword at all!

It is said that together they can rival the Ghost King Xiyue Zhenren, but what about Xiao Meng alone with his sword?

The way he and Lu Zhongqi looked at Meng Qi completely changed. No matter how hard it was to believe, the matter was undeniable. The man in front of them might be the current "Sword King" in the future, able to stand on equal footing with the Demon Queen's Imperial Master and others!

Meng Qi turned around and walked back to the fire, gently nodded to Lu Guan's thanks, and then remained silent as usual.

To be honest, it's not that his Lei Yan is so powerful, nor is it that Ruan Yushu's piano sound doubles the power, but that only the four villains of the Zheng family can be considered true masters if they join forces. Fighting against Lei Yan and the piano sound alone, it's just It is slightly better than Du Wuchang. For masters at the level of Ghost King and Evil Lord, Lei Yan can only make them slightly dizzy, slow them down for an instant, and miss good opportunities.

Once they are dizzy and unable to join forces for the time being, the fate of the four villains of the Zheng family is already doomed!

Lu Zhongqi once again searched for the bodies of the four murderers of the Zheng family. Unfortunately, they were used to being reckless and had nothing but food on them.

"There is a letter!" Lu Zhongqi said with surprise when he found the last person. This may be evidence that the traitor in the court ordered the assassination. When it is presented to the Holy Emperor, they will definitely be embarrassed to carry it around.

"What's the content?" Lu Guan asked calmly.

Lu Zhongqi checked it, removed the envelope, unfolded it, and his expression changed greatly: "It's a letter from Evil Lord."

He subconsciously read it out: "Guan's men were reckless, please forgive Lu Shuai. I will come to the door in person in the future. Please wait for Lu Shuai."

The seemingly polite words are domineering and confident, as if to say, I will take your head!

And this was written before the four villains of the Zheng family failed. It seems that he can predict the future!

"Playing tricks, a petty trick." Meng Qi said coldly.

Taoist Tiger suddenly came to his senses: "The Evil Lord wrote this letter to be prepared. If the four evil men of the Zheng family can succeed, the letter will naturally not be seen by us, and we can just burn it when we go back. If they fail, it means that we have masters of almost the same level as him, and this letter can have the effect of disturbing the mind."

"Demon Sect villain!" Lu Zhongqi cursed.

After he calmed down, he suddenly sighed: "But at least this shows that the Evil Lord will definitely take action."

"Yes." Taoist Tiger also sighed, and the mountain temple became quiet and silent again, with only the sound of the ancient zither with a lofty artistic conception echoing.

They didn't speak. Although Xiao Meng was strong and his swordsmanship was unpredictable, he was probably still a little worse than the Evil Lord who had been famous for many years and whose immortal seal and magic body skills were well-known.

"Evil Lord" Guan Ying had escaped from the hands of the National Master and the Queen of Demons, and had also fought against the Ghost King, the Absolute Sword, and the Ruyi Monk together without being defeated. His strength can be seen!

When the wind is cold, there will be bitter rain. Autumn rain gradually fell outside the mountain temple, and the night was getting darker.

Lu Zhongqi did not mention the matter of rushing to the capital at night, because in such an environment, it is easy to be attacked when walking at night. By then, Xiao Meng would not have time to rescue, so it is better to stick to the mountain temple.

The wind was strong and the rain was heavy, making the tiles clatter, adding to the feeling of the dead of night.

At this time, the windows on all sides were suddenly knocked open, and five or six figures jumped in.

They were about to take action, but they saw Meng Qi with a long sword across his knees, motionless as a clock, just looking at them coldly, without any sign of drawing the sword.

The attacker was stunned, and his eyes subconsciously looked around, and saw five bodies lying in a mess near the door of the mountain temple.

One of them was tall, with a rough face, eyes wide open, and his eyes were open. He died with a deep wound on his chin. The other four were all big and strong, and looked exactly the same. The location and depth of their wounds were exactly the same, all on the throat. They were all sword wounds. At first glance, people thought they were hallucinations.

These people withdrew their gazes in fear and looked at Meng Qi, the most eye-catching person in the ruined temple. They saw that he had a cold face and cold mouth, and his eyes were grim. They saw that there were still a few strands of blood on his long sword slowly flowing to the tip of the sword, forming a drop of blood, which was about to fall.

There was a slight sound, and the blood drop dripped and fell to the ground.

"Run!" These people shouted together, and jumped out the way they came, but they were no longer murderous and agile, and looked embarrassed and panicked.

The temple was quiet again. This time, Lu Zhongqi, Taoist Hu and others were much more relaxed. The sound of Ruan Yushu's guqin also changed. The water was gurgling and the movement was clear. Lu Guan simply picked up the military book and read it carefully by the firelight.

Another group of people came outside. They saw the broken windows and doors. They felt that there was no movement inside. They were shocked and did not dare to act rashly. They quietly went to the window and looked inside.

They were shocked when they saw it. Lu Guan and his group seemed to be leisurely on a picnic. There was no panic and tension of being chased and blocked.

What attracted their attention the most was a young man with a long sword across his knees. His eyes were half open and half closed, and his expression was cold and indifferent. People felt a chill and fear from the heart, which was more conspicuous than the rare and beautiful girl.

They swallowed their saliva and looked carefully at the situation in the broken temple.

Suddenly, their eyes condensed, their pupils contracted, and they cried out in a lost voice: "General Jian!"

"The four evil men of the Zheng family!"

After a short silence, many people turned around and left without looking back. Even the four evil men of the Zheng family died here, so who dared to take action?

There were still a few brave ones who stayed behind. They felt it was a bit strange. Since the people inside could kill the four evil men of the Zheng family, why didn't they come out to kill them? Could it be that there was something else? It was not them who killed the four evil men of the Zheng family, and they had already left, so they only dared to scare people and did not dare to really take action?

Someone mustered up the courage, climbed onto the roof, found the right position, broke the tiles and wooden beams, and struck down from the air!

The other few people hurriedly turned back and looked inside. Once they exposed their weakness, they would take action immediately.

Ah!

A scream came, and they didn't see the process of the fight clearly at all, and found that the person who had just attacked had fallen to the ground, with a bloody head and broken hands and feet, but the fatal injury was a sword in the center of the eyebrows.

The cold and ruthless young man still sat cross-legged, with his sword horizontally placed, but there was a trace of blood on the sword, which quickly gathered and formed drops of blood at the tip of the sword, dripping down one by one.

Tick-tock, the faint sound seemed to be a bell that woke them up, and they turned around and left in silence.

After that, several more waves of people came, but no one dared to enter the mountain temple. They all watched for a while and then retreated silently. They came in the rain and left in the rain!

The rain disappeared, the sky gradually brightened, Meng Qi slowly stood up, and said calmly:

"It's time to set off."