Chapter 204: Flower and Moon War
Before the sword arrived, the Qi shot out, sharp and fierce, overbearing and terrifying, showing the power of the Nine-orifice Swordsman!
Meng Qi's body movements were strange. He spun on the spot and crashed into the range of Tang Shu's palm wind, and actually took Tang Shu's palm power with his back.
Tang Shu was stunned, and then he felt that his Yin-Yang interlaced spiral palm power was like a mud cow entering the sea, disappearing without a trace. He clearly hit the opponent's back, but it seemed to pour into a bottomless abyss.
After being hit by Tang Shu, Meng Qi took advantage of the momentum and moved forward, accelerating suddenly, faster than he could imagine.
His heart was like a mirror, and the Qi was weak and sparse and blurred. The tip of the sword pointed, like a butcher cutting an ox, slashing the Qi diagonally and hitting the thin and narrow long sword.
At the same time, he turned life into death, and a strong spiral Yin-Yang force was released from the tip of the sword, coupled with his own true energy, like a huge wave breaking a dam, hitting the Qi and the thin and narrow long sword.
Ding!
The sharp sound of weapons clashing rang out, and the narrow long sword swung upwards. A white figure took several steps back, crashed through the round table and the wall, and blood flowed out of his mouth.
Meng Qi, who practiced the Eight-Nine Mysterious Art and the Golden Bell Cover, had already a very strong true energy. In addition, he absorbed the essence of the Demon Lord and borrowed the palm power of a genuine Nine-Aperture Master. How could the Nine-Aperture Swordsman sent by the Ye family bear it!
However, Tang Shu's Yin-Yang spiral palm power was highly condensed. If he hadn't taken the lead and made him rush to attack, he might not have been able to borrow it so smoothly. Even so, he felt pain in his meridians.
Fortunately, although he couldn't release the Qi wall to borrow power, his physical meridians were cultivated with the Golden Bell Cover and the Eight-Nine Mysterious Art, so this injury had no effect!
After repelling the Nine-Aperture Swordsman with a sword, Meng Qi ghostly turned sideways, stabbed Tang Shu with the sword in his right hand, and slapped the window with his left palm.
Pah!
The wooden blocks flew across the window, and a figure jumped in. The knife was as fast as a flying feather, and the energy was overflowing. Before the knife arrived, the round table in the room was directly broken in the middle. The fracture was smooth and flat, just like a knife cut.
Tang Shu clapped his right palm, pressed his left palm on the back of his right palm, and condensed his palm power like ice.
Meng Qi formed a body seal, opened his eyebrows, and combined his spirit and true energy. He took advantage of the situation to observe the enemy. He felt that Tang Shu's icy palm power contained a hot and violent breath. As long as he borrowed it, it would explode in his body.
He is indeed an experienced master in the martial arts world!
And the swordsman, the true energy is densely covered on the blade, fierce and sharp, as if indestructible.
All these things were reflected in Meng Qi's heart. The five fingers of his left hand changed, stretching and contracting, empty and powerless. The right sword changed from stabbing to tapping in a plain way, tapping on the palm power of Tang Shu like a swallow skimming the water.
The palm force exploded with a bang, and the long sword seemed to fall into nothingness, strangely and unbearably slashing Meng Qi's palm.
Meng Qi spun around, and the violent burning air and icy energy that exploded disappeared, and suddenly appeared in his left palm, slapping the long sword away with a snap.
While spinning, Meng Qi suddenly jumped out and pounced on the wall that the swordsman had stabbed before.
At this moment, there was a crisp bang, and the wall was directly knocked open. The dark and cold sharp spear tip stabbed in, like a poisonous dragon out of a cave, like a wildfire, and the spear shadow changed, covering all of Meng Qi's retreat routes.
The person who came was a burly man with long hair untied and a messy shawl on his shoulders. The iron spear in his hand was unfolded, majestic and awe-inspiring.
Meng Qi's Bingque slashed out aimlessly, and the tip of the sword shook and wandered.
Suddenly, the spear shadows in the sky were collected, and the long spear turned into a pole, stabbing directly into Meng Qi's chest.
Bang!
The long sword moved up from bottom to top, hitting the tip of the spear and causing it to move diagonally upward.
Meng Qi lowered his body, kicked his left foot, and as fast as an arrow, he dragged the long sword behind him and jumped to the side of the man with the spear, and stabbed it suddenly.
The tail of the man's spear shrank and hit the tip of the sword, but Meng Qi's long sword suddenly changed, sticking to the spear shaft, and slashed upward, metal and iron collided, sparking.
The man with the long hair loosened his right hand and jumped back. Meng Qi pressed his long sword, using the spear shaft to rebound, and pierced his body's protective aura and pierced his right rib.
A stream of blood spurted out, and the man with the long hair used an iron bridge, fell on his back, and got out of the ice tower. The long spear swung out to separate the sword.
Meng Qi did not advance but retreated, and the long sword stabbed back, stabbing into Tang Shu's palm like a hole on his vest.
His mind became calmer, his spirit and Qi flowed more smoothly, and everything around him was like a reflection of a calm lake, vivid in his mind.
Tang Shu was chasing behind him, and the swordsman had just gotten rid of the violent heat and cold air, and was about to join the battle. The swordsman strode over, and the sword body was condensed with Qi, and there was still half a breath away from the battlefield. The iron spear man was injured in the right rib, and his waist and back were working hard, and he was about to get up again. In other words, at this moment, in this half breath, his only enemy was Tang Shu, and he also borrowed the power of the iron spear!
In the nearby "Crescent Moon Room", Wu Qinxin, Shangguan Han and others watched this scene in amazement. Just now, in just two or three breaths, the fight was so fast that they couldn't recover. They only felt that the "Gentleman Sword" Meng Shaoxia was like a demon shadow, dodging and moving between the four nine-orifice masters, advancing and retreating against common sense, and actually blocked the four nine-orifice masters one by one with his own strength, and repelled one and killed one!
Tang Mingyue swallowed hard at the stairs. She had heard from her elders that the cousin of Qi Zhushi was very powerful, but she could not imagine that he was so powerful that it was scary!
Everything around him was reflected in his mind, and even the flow of true energy seemed to be witnessed with his own eyes. Meng Qi felt that he was the master and ruler of this battle. The Immortal Seal was indeed not afraid of group battles, and the Immortal Seal with the Golden Bell Cover and Eight-Nine Mysterious Art was even more so! If there was no enemy stronger than himself, group battles would be beneficial to him!
Whether it was Tang Shu, the swordsman, the knifeman, or the iron spearman, if it was a one-on-one fight, if I didn't use the external scene method, I would probably have a hard time winning, let alone killing them. But under their siege, in just a short moment, I hadn't even pulled out the evil robbery, but I had already injured two people!
Of course, I have to thank Tang Mingyue for this. If it weren't for her reminder, I wouldn't be able to take the initiative and lead the four nine-orifice masters by the nose. After all, my immortal seal method is only a small success, which is much worse than the original version. If I was besieged by four masters at the same time, it would be very difficult to borrow strength. I just borrowed it and haven't played it yet, and there is a new force hitting me. I will definitely be in a mess, struggling and in a dangerous situation.
The advantage of seizing the initiative is that since the beginning of the war, the number of enemies fighting at the same time has always been under my control, and it has been kept at two!
In the "Hundred Flowers Pavilion", Qi Zhengyan noticed the movement, his face changed, and he picked up the long sword and was about to go out to rescue.
At this time, Tang Sixun, the Fifth Master of Tang, slapped out with both palms as if he had been prepared. The palm wind was like a huge wave, one after another, and Lin Zhushi's face changed continuously. He suddenly made a move, and his right hand became a claw, grabbing Qi Zhengyan's back acupoint.
Qi Zhengyan snorted coldly, slapped his right palm on the round table, and a layer of frost condensed and spread rapidly, freezing the lotus soup, freezing the vinegar fish, freezing the daughter's red, and spreading to Tang Wuye's body leaning against the round table, and Lin Zhushi's left hand supporting the table.
The two did not expect Qi Zhengyan to have a method similar to the half-step exterior scene. They were frozen and stiff, and their palms and right claws were relieved. Qi Zhengyan dodged and slapped them again. Their blood was frozen, their faces were pale, and they trembled and could not move.
In this situation, Qi Zhengyan would not consider the issue of whether to be exposed or not. After all, he was a person who had experienced several reincarnation missions and had no shortage of decisiveness!
Meng Qi thrust his long sword backwards, with the force of a spear blazing a prairie fire, and hit the weak spot of Tang Shu's palm power.
With a light sound of "pu", Tang Shu's palm power was pierced, and his energy was borrowed away. He screamed in pain, blood spurted from his palm, and he exerted force on his feet and flew backwards.
Just as Meng Qi was about to take advantage of the situation to attack the swordsman, his heart, as clear as a mirror and as pure as water, suddenly began to waver, as if something powerful had separated his outward spirit and mixed true energy.
With a sense of danger rising in his spiritual sense, Meng Qi didn't think twice and rushed to the broken window with the help of Tang Shu's palm power.
As soon as he stood up, he suddenly turned around, like a phantom or a demon, rushed to the opposite room, broke the wooden door and the wooden window, and jumped towards Shangshui.
The swordsman who was repelled first had a long sword with purple light in his hand. There were many marks on the sword body, and the sharp aura was entangled, as if it was real. The aura made the guests of the entire Huayue Tower feel the chill from the bottom of their hearts, as if a sharp sword was hanging over their heads!
The swordsman's forehead was sweating, and he swung a sword at Meng Qi's back with great difficulty.
Qi Zhengyan heard the sound of breaking the wall and breaking the window, and was shocked. He rushed to the window to check Meng Qi's whereabouts. He saw a sword energy shooting out, purple and red, making a harsh sound in the air, and the green leaves on the surrounding trees fell one by one, as if winter was coming, and the petiole cut was flat and smooth!
He didn't think much, and took the opportunity when the sword energy just broke the window, and fully activated the dragon pattern red gold sword, the clouds were dripping, the cold air gathered, and then he swung it suddenly, and a cold light like ice and snow was stirring and slashing at the purple and red sword energy.
The sword energy chased Meng Qi's back and "flew" to Shangshui River. The river water rolled and split, revealing a deep water mark, which was in harmony with the sword energy in the air.
The water mark rushed forward, chasing Meng Qi's projection like a venomous snake.
Bang!
The frozen aurora hit the sword energy and immediately collapsed, turning into snowflakes and falling into the river sky.
It was midsummer, and the snowflakes had evaporated and dissipated before they fell on the water, turning into a white mist.
The purple-red sword energy penetrated the white mist and seemed to be much dimmer, but its speed did not decrease. It stirred up the wind and clouds and caught up with Meng Qi who was about to jump into the river.
Meng Qi was not surprised or afraid, his heart was like a mirror, and he used all his strength to operate the Immortal Seal Method and Eight-Nine Mysterious Art to improve his senses, improve his spiritual knowledge of the enemy, and improve the effect of Qi to detect the enemy.
The sword energy was open and closed, disturbing the surroundings. In Meng Qi's heart, it was blurred and could not be grasped at all.
But when Qi Zhengyan's Xuedong Aurora slashed the purple-red sword energy, there was a false sound, and Meng Qi's heart was clear, and he finally grasped a trace of the sword energy!
He put his long sword behind his back, slanting it, without any extra movements, revealing an indescribable precision.
Dang!
The sword energy hit Meng Qi's back, but it hit the ice tower just right, not a hair's breadth, not a millimeter's difference!
Between the crisp sounds, the ice tower broke into countless small pieces, flying all over the sky, like a moth in the evening, as beautiful as a painting.
After the purple-red sword energy penetrated the ice tower, it was already dim, but the sword energy was still cold.
With a plop, Meng Qi fell into the water, and under the influence of the sword energy, the waves rolled.
His body was covered with dark gold, confronting the purple-red tit-for-tat, and the Immortal Seal was fully activated, turning death into life!
Ding!
A little sword energy penetrated the dark gold and drilled into Meng Qi's body.
At this time, Wu Qinxin, Tang Mingyue and others rushed to the nearest window and looked at the water surface worriedly.
The water surface was shaking, and it was difficult to see what was happening below, but suddenly, waves surged up, mixed with a little blood and hit Huayue Tower.
The waves were not strong enough, and they fell down halfway up. The river surface returned to silence, with no corpses or human figures.
In the room at the edge of Huayue Tower, Ye Xiaojie, the third son of the Ye family, smiled at the person opposite him, and said with a little complacency: "The Huanhua Sword Sect and the Zhoujun Wang family should have a conflict."
The person opposite him looked at Shangshui, as if in a trance: "He was able to survive under the Purple Sorrow Sword..."