Chapter 339 Who Is Coming? (Third Update, Please Vote for Recommendation)

None of the three of them could attack without reservation and make themselves weak or even exhausted. After that, the backlash and surprise attack from their "companions" could be foreseen...

The Nine Evil Paths have never been an organization. The hatred between them is not small. They can join forces for the sake of interests, but after the success, it is not uncommon for them to turn against each other and be ruthless. The same is true for the left-wingers...

They can't pay their lives for this. With "companions" and follow-up help coming, it is natural to fight conservatively. Therefore, they will not resist their own attacks forcefully. They mainly waste their strength and look for opportunities to injure themselves...

But if they face a fatal and unavoidable attack, their years of experience and strength are definitely not fake. They can still fight desperately when they need to...

When he stepped forward and shouted, these "clauses and clauses" flashed in Meng Qi's mind one by one, as if he could predict the opponent's actions and guide his own battle.

You must grasp the right degree. You must not force someone into danger. You must fight desperately, unless you are sure that you can kill the opponent with a sword in one or two moves. But you can't hold the heart of running away and defending. You dodge more and don't fight enough, so that the opponent can respond calmly, wear down and resolve, accumulate small injuries into serious injuries or delay time.

This is the idea that Meng Qi has already realized when he made a move!

Whether you can grasp the chance of survival in the siege of the three masters, you must strictly abide by this standard.

When masters fight, the best is to fight secretly in the heart!

The mentality of the Fiery Demon, Qing Sanren, and Luohun Xiao seemed to emerge clearly in Meng Qi's mind...

The long sword was raised, Meng Qi's true energy was fully circulated, and he secretly used the magic body method. His body followed the sword, as if shrinking the earth into an inch, and he immediately shortened the distance with the Fiery Demon.

At this time, the sobbing sound of the flute sounded, lingering and lingering, straight into the heart, and the mellow sound made Meng Qi feel irritated. His body seemed to have more layers of restraints, and his movements became slow.

Qing Sanren, who was known as the "Devil Shadow Cold Palm", floated, as if flying close to the ground, not slower than Meng Qi's full-strength attack. His lightness skills were truly outstanding, and he had the intention of arriving first.

He raised his right hand, and the white air around him condensed and turned into ice crystals, and slashed at Meng Qi's back with one palm.

Snowflakes fluttered, and the true energy was like a white ice snake, rushing out in a mighty manner, cold and severe, covering all the angles of Meng Qi's evasion, and the power was amazing.

Without using the last resort, this palm was almost as powerful as Jiang Hengchuan's attack. Even if his strength was greatly reduced, his realm was still there!

Before the palm power arrived, the coldness first attacked his body, and Meng Qi's blood vessels were slightly frozen, and his movements became a little slower.

As expected, he didn't use a killing move directly... Meng Qi's heart was calm, without any ripples. He ignored the Qing Sanren behind him, and fully activated the Eight-Nine Mysterious Art and the Golden Bell Cover. His body was dark gold, his muscles were knotted, and his clothes were stretched tight, as if he was dragging a thousand-pound carriage. Without stopping, he slashed at the Fiery Demon with a knife.

When Meng Qi "shrinked the earth into an inch" to come, the Fiery Demon had already slashed out the blood-red thin knife in his hand. With the restraint and slowness of the flute sound, if he didn't have time to draw his knife, he would be laughed at!

The thin blade vibrated at high speed, and the heat it brought mixed with the airflow, and suddenly a red flame emerged, and the true qi took shape. Once it was cut, the "fire" entered the body and burned the meridians.

His knife was very strange, different from normal people, full of awkward taste, as if it touched the realm of no moves, as if it came from the hands of an authentic evil demon, it was really scary.

But Meng Qi, dragging the trembling restraint of Xiao Yin, ignored the palm from Qing Sanren behind, and ignored it. The knife light changed, empty and hazy, evolving into the splendid world.

At the beginning, Meng Qi used the outdoor killing move without any reservation, as if risking his life!

Although under the influence of Xiao Yin, this knife did not work completely, but the Fiery Demon was not Jiang Hengchuan, who could not rely on his own realm to resist. Under the heart-to-heart communication, his Fiery Demon Knife became extremely slow, as gentle as a mother's touch.

His expression was full of fanaticism, power, beauty, gold and silver, secret books, treasured weapons, land, etc., all came to his mind one by one, and the thin knife was brought back, as if to take them all into his arms.

Woo, Xiao Yin threw a flowery tone, piercing the heart of the Fiery Demon. They had already expected Meng Qi's Ananda breaking precepts knife method.

Tian Zhishang broke through the protective Qi, and the Fiery Demon regained consciousness under his own control and the help of the flute. The thin knife trembled, and it slashed diagonally in front of him, seemingly turning into a long dragon of fire, and collided with Tian Zhishang.

Bang! Meng Qi did not hide the essence of Tian Zhishang's precious weapon, and cut off the Qi attached to the blade of the Fiery Demon.

At the same time, Qing Sanren's palm power ice dragon had already chopped his vest.

Without resistance, Meng Qi's left hand long sword stabbed out, the sword light was pure and bright, and the deathly aura was eerie, like a long-unused Yama Tie.

Puff, he spit out a mouthful of blood, which was dark blue, and his vest was torn, and the light gold was full of cracks, but the momentum of the long sword was getting faster and faster.

There is no turning back, there is no retreat!

He relied on the Eight-Nine Mysterious Art, the Golden Bell Cover and the Immortal Seal to block Qing Sanren's non-lethal palm, supported the meridians that were about to freeze, borrowed some of the true Qi, and turned it into sword momentum, which was extremely terrifying.

The flaming demon who had just blocked "Falling in the Red Dust" faced this life-threatening sword, gritted his teeth, and swung the thin knife back fiercely.

The surrounding void suddenly lit up, emitting a dark red, as if a pile of firewood was ignited with the flaming demon as the center.

Heaven and man are in harmony!

The thin knife drew the trajectory of the undulating fire, and it brought up a burst of flames, as if it had substance, blocking Ziwu.

After a series of clashes of swords and knives, the flaming demon seized the opportunity and swung back. He was unwilling to fight with Meng Qi, who was like a mad tiger, and just wanted to block his escape route.

He had used his ultimate move to escape danger, so he was unwilling to use his ultimate move, which would exhaust his spirit and make his true energy empty.

With his strength, because he did not have the spirit of cultivation such as the Shape-shifting Technique, the Immortal Seal Technique, and the Heaven-changing and Earth-strike Technique, even if his realm was higher than Meng Qi, he only had the ability of three moves of the scene.

Therefore, even if he knew that if he went hard and attacked against attack, using the scene against the scene, it would not be difficult for the Qing Sanren behind him to seize the opportunity and kill the "mad knife", but what a joke? In this way, Su Meng's last life-and-death killing move with the power of the scene would consume himself, and he would be dragged to death by him if he was not careful!

And it would be best if he could avoid the method of destroying the essence and blood, which would be a headache to make up for it, so using the scene killing move again would be the limit.

Qing Sanren hit him with a palm strike. Meng Qi risked his injury and took advantage of the momentum to move forward, forcing the Fiery Demon to swing away. Then he seized the rebound force of the sword and the knife, and his body was like a phantom demon. With a reversal, he faced Qing Sanren who rushed over, Qing Sanren who was like smoke and ghost.

Woo!

The sound of the flute was sharp, and Meng Qi's soul was shaken, as if he was stabbed by an invisible sharp arrow. If it weren't for the calming effect of the poison pill just now, he would have been dizzy, and then Qing Sanren hit him with a palm strike.

He gritted his teeth, bleeding from the corners of his eyes, and endured the injury to his soul and slight dizziness. His right hand held the knife more firmly, and the long knife chopped down over his head, absorbing all the airflow and vitality around him, making the void feel smaller, as if there was only this knife between heaven and earth.

The knife was domineering and fierce, and Qing Sanren did not dare to be careless. His figure floated, and his palms crossed and slapped out, freezing people with cold air, as if he wanted to freeze the wound of the sky directly on the spot.

He still had a half-step outer realm, and could barely judge Meng Qi's true energy flow, so he did not dare to underestimate this knife.

Puff!

The terrifying palm force hit Tian Zhishang, but it was weak and unresponsive, like a rotten wood.

How is it possible?

His true energy flow was actually fake?

Qing Sanren was shocked, and Tian Zhishang between his palms suddenly jumped up, as if he had been waiting for this for a long time, leaping over the dragon gate, high above, and slashed nine times in a row, with layers of airflow, and the roar was like thunder in the clear sky. The target was not Qing Sanren, but Lin Biyu, the "Falling Soul Xiao" at the entrance of the mountain temple!

Meng Qi's purple thunder force did not move, and he directly triggered Tian Zhishang with the knife force of "Crazy Thunder Shocking the Nine Skies". The silver-white lightning jumped and merged into a knife energy like an electric dragon, striking from a distance, cutting through the void, and in a flash it was in front of Lin Biyu.

Papapapa, the sound of thunder continued, and a layer of charred black appeared on the ground. Several green pines beside the mountain road broke with a snap. The cut was smooth and flat, and pine needles fell one by one, and small electric lights were constantly entangled.

Sensing the sword energy, a deep crack appeared on the mud. The long dragon of electric light quickly approached Lin Biyu and locked it tightly, making it difficult for her to dodge.

And Meng Qi took advantage of the situation and followed the sword energy, as if he was determined to kill Lin Biyu!

His forward route was very strange, closer to the Fiery Demon than to the Green Sanren, a bit of a circle.

Lin Biyu didn't expect that the Mad Blade could get rid of such a restraint and enemy and attack her. She was good at sound skills and poisoning. When facing this pure power of electric sword energy, she didn't have a good way. She unfolded her body skills, but was unable to get rid of it. In an instant, it was forced in front of her.

Woo!

The sound sprayed out from the hole used by the jade flute, and it turned into an air flow wall directly in front of Lin Biyu, shaking the sword energy structure and making it shaky.

Pa!

The long dragon of lightning cut through the air wall.

Lin Biyu's face turned much paler. She seized the opportunity to catch her breath, and her mouth was full of blood, staining the flute beside her mouth red.

Seven short notes in a row seemed to be stacked into one. The true qi blown out took shape, bright red and surging, like a fire phoenix, like a Bifang, and suddenly pounced on the sword energy.

Boom!

The sword energy exploded, the bright red fire phoenix dissipated, and the remaining lightning crackled and hit Lin Biyu, breaking her body protection. Many parts of her body were charred by electricity, and she fell into a short paralysis.

"Damn it!" Seeing Meng Qi pounce on Lin Biyu who was unable to resist, Qing Sanren shouted angrily, and clapped his hands with all his strength. The surrounding coldness suddenly became stronger, snowflakes floated in the sky, and a pool of mud and water on the ground froze directly.

The two palm powers turned into ice snakes, "biting" Meng Qi's neck. He also used his best means to stop Meng Qi from killing Lin Biyu.

On the other side, the Fiery Demon who was the first to be swept away naturally took the initiative to block. With a thin knife, he slashed at high speed, trembled, rubbed the air flow, ignited the air, and the external knife energy turned into a flame dragon, slashing towards Meng Qi's vest.

When he made the move, he subconsciously chose a non-exterior move. Anyway, it was just a block, and there was Qing Sanren!

As expected, he was reluctant to use the exterior move... Meng Qi suddenly turned around, and instead of rushing towards Lin Biyu, he automatically crashed into the knife energy of the Fiery Demon.

With a crash, a deep wound was cut on the right side of his body, and the flesh and bones inside could almost be seen, and the pale gold became increasingly dim.

The Immortal Seal was activated, and with the help of the knife energy, Meng Qi turned again, like a roc spreading its wings, and immediately avoided the two ice snakes of Qing Sanren, and rushed to Lin Biyu in half a breath.

With a flash of sword light, Meng Qi rushed forward again and hid behind the pillar of the mountain temple.

Crack, the pillar was interrupted by the angry attacks of Qing Sanren and the Fiery Demon.

Lin Biyu's brows were bleeding, her eyes were frozen with unwillingness and disbelief, her legs went limp, and she slowly fell to the ground.

From the beginning, Meng Qi had made up his mind to kill Luohun Xiao, who could attack and control from a distance, first. Otherwise, he would be tied up and unable to escape or fight, and would surely die!

Meng Qi held a sword in his left hand and a knife in his right hand, his clothes were torn, his muscles were bulging, his light gold was getting darker, his wounds were hideous, blood was flowing, and his eyes were bleeding. He shouted:

"The first person to be buried with me!"

"In my current situation, if you want to kill me, someone else must be buried with me!"

He took a step forward, with an imposing and fierce voice like thunder:

"Who will come?"

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