Chapter 213 Bloody Battle in the Courtyard

"Do it!"

Meng Qi's roar was like rolling thunder waves, making people's ears buzz and their hearts tremble.

Ping-pong-pong, the wine glasses and tea cups on the round table exploded at the same time, the wine splashed everywhere, and cracks appeared on the plates and porcelain bowls.

Ye San stopped talking as soon as he spoke, his eyes were dull, An was dizzy, and her blood was boiling. The two maids, Ruyi and Chenxiang, had weak legs and fainted directly.

Old man Tang Ren's eyebrows jumped, and the Canglan knife in his hand made a loud sound, blocking Lei Yan outside.

The evil calamity chopped down on his head, and a trace of lightning was stimulated from the blade. The green thunder flowed, setting off the ancient thunder marks. It was vast and upright.

This knife was like a thunder punishment from the sky, both upright and upright, both masculine and fierce!

Ye San trembled all over, as if he was afraid and disgusted, but the knife was as fast as thunder and had already arrived in front of him.

Suddenly, his brow split open and a dark green evil eye grew out. Meng Qi's figure reflected in it was distorted and ugly.

In the demon's vertical eye, green light flourished and spread out, like a wave, hitting Meng Qi.

The dark green wave surged over him, and Meng Qi's brow swelled. He released his spirit to protect his soul, but even so, he still had a splitting headache, fainted and nauseated, and wished he could faint directly.

He resisted this feeling, and the evil calamity in his hand continued to cut down, but it was affected after all, and the speed slowed down a little.

"Ye San" had regained consciousness when the demon eye grew out of his brow. He raised his right hand, and lightning burst out from his palm, hitting Meng Qi.

His clothes were charred, and Meng Qi felt numb all over his body. He temporarily lost the ability to sense the evil calamity with his right hand, and no longer had the ability to extend his body and sense the flow of the other party's true energy and muscle changes.

His Golden Bell Cover and Immortal Seal were not yet at the level of resisting lightning and dissolving lightning, and could only keep his physical meridians from being too damaged.

Suddenly, the lightning marks on the back of his left hand became prominent, purple and dripping, and the traces of electricity entering his body all poured into him, and the paralysis quickly disappeared.

But at this time, "Ye San" had already punched out with his left fist, which was clumsy in change, ancient and evil, and wrapped with a layer of black flames that made people palpitate.

Tang Ren drew his sword, and drew it before Ye San hit Meng Qi. The Canglan Sword was swung out, and the surrounding turbid waves surged, and waves of swords slapped "Ye San".

He had already mastered the true meaning of "River Splitting Sword Technique", and he could use the power of water and the speed of the sword freely. If he didn't have the "Canglan Sword", his own true energy would be released, forming waves, pressing down one by one, making the enemy feel like they were receiving several swords, heavy and unstoppable.

After having the Canglan Sword, a slight urge would condense the waves, combined with the surging true energy, it was even more unpredictable, like a river tide, rolling in, covering one side, and adding a huge weight to the body!

The small building was facing the Shangshui River, and the surface of the quietly flowing river suddenly had waves jumping up, which seemed to complement Tang Ren's sword.

The round table broke, not split in two by the sword energy, but crushed directly, and the porcelain plates and chopsticks all turned into slag.

Ye San still maintained the posture of attacking Meng Qi, the black flame of his left fist flickered, and was finally extinguished by the turbid waves, his whole body sank, the sound of broken bones rang out, and body fluids and blood spurted out.

After the sword flashed, Ye San was already a pool of mud.

Even though his nine orifices were opened, his internal strength was strong, and he was close to half a step outside, but he was old and weak after all. After such a sword, Tang Ren's forehead was sweating, and his pale hair seemed to be drenched by water. Fortunately, he had already learned the true meaning of the Lijiang Sword Technique, and it was not as difficult to activate the Canglan Sword as others, and he could still make two more swords.

Just as he was gathering his treasured weapon and intending to use it as an ordinary sharp weapon to catch An, his heart suddenly jumped and a change occurred.

Bang!

Bricks and wood flew across, and a big hole appeared in the wall. A tall man with dark gray skin broke through the outer wall and rushed in.

His two smooth, jade-like, bony palms struck Meng Qi in a "strike the waves by the river" posture. The palm wind was fierce and fierce. Before it hit, the debris on the ground flew up.

An was like a flower, swaying and leaping out, pointing a finger at Meng Qi's brow.

At the same time, a wall collapsed silently, and a purple-red sword energy shot in.

Outside, the Shangshui River rolled, the water surface split, and a deep mark rushed towards the small building.

Tang Ren was powerless to care about the tall man. Canglan swung out, the knife light was dark, and it was faster than you could imagine, like the bright moon in the sky. Before you can see it clearly, the moonlight has already sprinkled on you.

The Shangshui River surged, the river split vertically, and you could almost see the sand and gravel at the bottom, rushing towards the crack with a rapid momentum.

Boom!

The two collided, the waves were surging, and the water hit the sky.

The darkness engulfed the purple, and the purple stubbornly shone through. With a bang, half of the courtyard collapsed, and the sword energy made the distant wall full of holes.

Canglan vs. Zishang!

In the alley in the distance, a figure approached rapidly. It was the swordsman who surrounded and killed Meng Qi that day, but his face was dull at this time, and he held Zishang but had no spirituality.

Tang Ren was secretly shocked. He followed Meng Qi here and must have been prepared for assassination and surrounded. He also expected that he might encounter Zishang, but he never expected that Ye San was like an evil god, terrible and unpredictable. If the two of them did not take the initiative to attack, but planned to go back and gather people, then when they were besieged halfway, they would not have the initiative, and it would be difficult to have a good result!

Looking at the manpower arranged by Ye San, he obviously had the intention to kill, but he did not want to do it in Shangshui Xiaozhu, so as not to arouse suspicion and ruin the conspiracy.

If the two of them did not do it, when they left the courtyard and turned into the long street, they would definitely encounter the double blow of Zishang and mental shock!

Fortunately, their arrangement was disrupted now!

A trace of black air quickly emerged from Ruyi's body, and her abdomen bulged and expanded rapidly, as if she was pregnant for ten months.

Puff, a bloody palm pierced through her abdomen, and the black air became thicker, corroding her flesh and blood.

In the blink of an eye, the black air became thicker and thicker, and a thin figure stood up, with a crack between his eyebrows and a dark green glow.

When Canglan and Zishang were about to collide, Meng Qi, who had just recovered from the dizziness caused by the injury to his soul and the paralysis caused by the lightning, was unable to dodge in time, and it was difficult for him to return his knife to defend, so he was slapped on the back by the tall man's palms.

The tall man was determined in his heart, and it seemed that the scene of the second son of the Tang family with a broken spine, cracked ribs, internal organs gushing out, and blood splattered appeared in front of him.

Puff!

The two palms made a strange sound, and the tall man felt that his palms seemed empty, empty, and as hard as gold and stone, and could not be moved at all.

Under the palm force, Meng Qi's clothes on his back were shattered, turning into flying butterflies. His exposed skin turned dark gold, his muscles bulged, and his edges and corners were clear, like copper and iron. What a rough man!

The tall man stared at him, and saw that his palms were sunken in the dark gold, leaving deep palm prints, but they did not penetrate.

Meng Qi took advantage of the force to jump forward, raised his left palm, and swung it out fiercely, and the edge of his palm brushed An's index finger.

An felt that Meng Qi's palm wind was extremely fierce, and his fingers were numb. He jumped back and didn't want to resist it.

His palm power was so familiar...

Meng Qi almost spit out a mouthful of blood, and felt that his meridians were uncomfortable and almost torn.

This tall man may not have nine orifices, but his palm method is much better than Tang Shu's, and his application of palm power is even more perfect, condensed and concentrated. If he didn't know it in advance, he couldn't borrow any power at all, and could only rely on the Golden Bell Cover and the Immortal Seal to resist it, and maybe he could break through.

He was like a phantom demon, leaping up from the spot, turning strangely, facing the tall man, and slashing out with a knife in the air.

The knife was bright and clean, as if it jumped from the heart, full of fireworks, but hazy and difficult to grasp.

This was the first time that Meng Qi slashed out with all his strength after mastering the essence of the "breaking purity" sword art with the help of the "Heavenly Sword Outline" sword art.

At this moment, there was no identity exposure in his mind, no Tang Ren, no Ye San, no worries, no hesitation, only the enemy in front of him and the sword art that should be used.

The heart is like a mirror, the mind is the same, the victory and defeat are forgotten, and the worldly affairs are forgotten.

Under the urging of the sword, this time not only the flow of true qi and muscle reactions are fully reflected in Meng Qi's heart lake, but even the emotional fluctuations are like a scroll, slowly unfolding.

Imprinting the heart with the heart, breaking the purity of others, breaking the purity of oneself!

Therefore, Ananda's sword art of breaking the precepts has always been regarded by most monks as a martial art that violates the Buddhist Zen, so only a few monks have learned it over the generations.

The tall man had a lot of thoughts in his mind, just like dyes mixed together, colorful. Suddenly, a color quickly thickened and covered everything.

This is black, deep black!

He was raised by his master since he was a child. He was beaten and scolded at any time. He tortured people to death for him to see from time to time. He was instilled with words that the way of heaven is unfair, the people are depraved, and he wants to be pure every day.

Love is hard to last, kill!

Family life is gone, kill!

Indulge in sensual pleasures, kill!

All living beings are depraved, kill!

Immortals and Buddhas are ruthless, kill!

Saints are in the world, kill!

The way of heaven is unfair, kill!

Kill a new world!

The tall man's eyes were red, his murderous intent soared into the sky, his palm power was fierce, and he stood on the ground and broke the beam.

The knife light flashed and fell along the edge of his palm power, lightly floating, like a feather on his body.

The blade cut into the neck obliquely, blood gushed out, the tall man roared, raised his left palm, and slapped the blade.

Thunder burst out from the evil calamity, paralyzing him for a moment. Although he released his palm power, he was a moment too slow. By the time he pulled back the long sword, a big head had already fallen to the ground.

Although this tall man was powerful, much better than Tang Shu and the swordsman, he was still not as good as An Guoxie that day. Moreover, he was not a nine-orifice man, and did not have the external protective qi. Compared with that time, Meng Qi opened six orifices, completed the sixth level of the Golden Bell Cover, and began to practice the opening chapter of the Eight-Nine Mysterious Art. His swordsmanship was reborn, and "Duan Qingjing" became much stronger. He also replaced the long sword with an evil calamity that was several times more expensive. You get what you pay for!

Meng Qi dissipated the palm power of the sword, turned around with the force, and just slashed at An who rushed back.

When An was halfway down, she saw the tall man surrender. Her pupils shrank violently. She felt Meng Qi's strength was becoming more and more unpredictable. She raised her palms and held a few blue transparent long needles between her ten fingers. This was her trump card. With her demon-like body movements, she repeatedly assassinated her targets in front of powerful enemies and escaped.

Tang Xiaoer's knife just now looked familiar. I seemed to have heard it somewhere before!

After Canglan and Zishang collided, Tang Ren and the swordsman seemed very tired. They did not activate their treasure weapons again, and they fought in a group.

Although Tang Ren felt strange after feeling that Meng Qi was fine, he was very calm in his heart. He unfolded his sword skills like rolling waves, pressing the swordsman to the brink of danger.

The swordsman's eyes were dull and his moves lacked changes. If it were not for the powerful Zishang sword, he would have been killed by Tang Ren's self-satisfied "River Splitting Sword Skill".

A naked figure walked out of the black air next to him, and his face was exactly Ye San. There was a bright green glow between his brows, and he pressed down with his left palm. Tang Ren suddenly felt his body heavy, and his movements became slow. He was almost stabbed by the swordsman.