Chapter 340 Ten Interests (First Update, Please Give Me a Monthly Ticket)

"Who's coming?"

The shout spread, and Qing Sanren and Lieyan Manmo couldn't help but tremble slightly when they heard it, and felt that their momentum was taken away.

If both of them fought hard, they would be able to kill Meng Qi after paying the price of being injured or weak, but neither of them believed that the other would fight hard, so they didn't dare to fight hard, lest they become the scapegoat pulled by Kuang Dao before his death. Even if they didn't die with him, they would be seriously injured and exhausted, and the other party would benefit for nothing.

If they were not united and on guard against each other, sometimes it would be better to fight one by one, but who would be willing to be the first to step forward?

Meng Qi's injury was not as serious as they imagined. The wound caused by Lieyan Manmo's knife looked hideous, but it was only a flesh wound. With the movement of muscles, most of the bleeding had stopped.

This was not because he had not yet opened the eight orifices of the Golden Bell Cover and the Eight-Nine Mysterious Functions, which had surpassed so many levels. Lieyan Manmo also relied on the magic skills, and the initial heaven-man sympathy was much stronger than the normal nine orifices. The ability to greatly reduce injuries showed the power of the Golden Bell Cover and the Eight-Nine Mysterious Skills.

However, Meng Qi was still wearing a fish scale soft armor, which was made of the scales of the outdoor monster Benboerba. After the Fiery Demon cut it open with a knife, the power of the knife was greatly reduced. If Meng Qi had not forcibly borrowed the power of his knife, the skin would not have been cut by the scorching hot and high temperature true qi contained in it, and the wound would not have been so deep, and the Golden Bell Cover would certainly not have been broken.

Meng Qi's current injuries were mainly caused by the palm that Qing Sanren had hit him with before. It was feminine and cold, penetrating everywhere, and good at penetrating. The fish scale soft armor did not reduce much, and he basically relied on the Eight-Nine Mysterious Art and the Golden Bell Cover to resist, and relied on the Immortal Seal to turn death into life, but the cold air inside still affected the blood in the meridians, making them almost frozen. If it weren't for Meng Qi's Eight-Nine Mysterious Art and the Golden Bell Cover being stronger than the meridians, I'm afraid that after that palm, his hands and feet would have been stiff, and the knife that slashed at the Fiery Demon might not have had a good effect.

The blazing hot Qi of the Fiery Demon entered his body, and the Immortal Seal absorbed the force, which relieved a lot of the freezing and improved Meng Qi's condition.

During the shout, Meng Qi did not pause at all. He had already taken in the conditions of the two people.

The Fiery Demon was not injured or in pain, his face was normal, and his Qi was strong. Except for a lot of mental exhaustion, he was basically in the best condition...

Qing Sanren's pale face, which looked like internal injuries, was hidden with dark green, and his breath was slightly unstable...

After going into the devil once, he barely saved his life, but his strength was greatly reduced, and he was left with internal injuries that were difficult to cure. Every time he hurt someone with his palm, it was equivalent to self-mutilation... Every time he hurt someone with his palm, it was equivalent to self-mutilation... This information suddenly flashed in Meng Qi's mind, and now it seems to be true!

Just now, Qing Sanren had used the external killing move, and the damage to himself must be not low!

He practiced the cold palm, and the backlash could not escape this range. If he continued to fight, his blood would probably freeze and his moves would be slow...

If Qing Sanren did not use the external scene moves, and only used normal palm strikes, with his strength and realm, he would be able to hold on for a long time and find a good opportunity to use his ultimate move. However, Meng Qi's deception of the Eight-Nine Mysterious Art just now found an opportunity to kill the Soul-Falling Flute, forcing Qing Sanren to use all his strength to save people, and the backlash was severe!

In other words, Qing Sanren could not fight for a long time. He would try to end it as soon as possible, so he had to use the external scene killing move again. Then, before the backlash completely broke out, he relied on his famous light skill to get rid of the flaming demon and buy time to recover.

The battle situation was changing, and Qing Sanren's mentality was also changing. If he could not grasp this point, he would die on the spot!

Meng Qi's heart was as calm as water, as if he was observing the lines on his palm. As the shout of "Who's coming" echoed, he had already raised his knife and rushed towards the flaming demon.

Openly fighting the demon, actually beating Sanren!

This is the strategy Meng Qi has determined now!

Just now, in order to block Meng Qi's escape route, the Fiery Demon and the Green Wanderer did not stand together. Therefore, when Meng Qi was like a phantom demon, running towards the Fiery Demon in an unpredictable manner, the Green Wanderer slid close to the water like a ghost, with an extremely terrifying speed, and there was no smoke at the turn.

With this light skill alone, he was basically invincible in a fight with others. He could beat others, but others could not beat him. If he was really defeated, he could still leave.

If he had not been injured and suffered backlash, he alone would have made Meng Qi use various means to have a glimmer of hope to escape. However, if he had not been injured and difficult to heal, he would not have accepted the request privately to surround and kill Meng Qi. There is a destiny in the dark.

Seeing Meng Qi's figure floating around, like an evil demon, ghostly and indescribable, completely different from the feeling given by the Golden Bell Cover and the Eight-Nine Mysterious Skills, the Fiery Demon was slightly stunned, but his mood did not fluctuate. He suddenly slashed with a knife, dark red trembling, and flames swirled around the blade, slashing directly on Meng Qi's left side.

This was the flaw he saw.

In terms of the way of the sword, although he was not as good as Meng Qi, he had been immersed in it for many years and could be called a master. There was no sign before this knife was launched. At this time, it dragged the flame tail and slashed at the flaw of the magic body skill just right, just like Meng Qi took the initiative to hit the magic knife.

He did not choose another flaw, because after the fight just now, he was sure that the crazy knife had a very good close-fitting soft armor on his body, plus his physical hard skills, attacking the torso might give the opponent a chance to exchange injuries, and seriously break through the siege.

Meng Qi's figure changed repeatedly, all against common sense, to prevent Qing Sanren from locking on him from a distance, and to strike out from a distance. Facing the sword of the Fiery Demon, he did not defend himself at all, but attacked with his sword, and slashed straight at the left rib of the Fiery Demon. The sword was extremely fast, like a silver-white lightning flashing, and the sword had arrived as soon as the light appeared!

Dugu Jiujian entered the sword, attacking instead of defending!

The Fiery Demon knew that the "Crazy Blade" Su Meng's swordsmanship was a master's skill, and had expected this. He slightly tilted his body, slashed with the magic knife, and cut the wound in the middle of the sky with a clang. The sword's momentum was continuous and entangled, focusing on defense, holding Meng Qi, waiting for Qing Sanren to come, and he had no intention of fighting.

Meng Qi kept changing his position, the light flashed, and he slashed six times in a row. Each of the swords was a place that the Fiery Demon had to guard against and had to defend. Moreover, each sword showed the essence of the swordsmanship, as if it was close to some truths in the world, or as fast as lightning, or slowly hiding changes, or as heavy as thunder, or as virtual as the sky, or as powerful as waves, or directly pointing to the heart, which can be called the pinnacle of his swordsmanship.

At the critical moment of life and death, Meng Qi's swordsmanship burst out with the potential accumulated for a long time, and he felt that he was perfect and free to use his skills.

After a round of strong attacks, the Fiery Demon fought back and forth, and was hit so hard that a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He finally managed to hold on, and he was a little afraid in his heart. If he didn't have helpers, he would probably be defeated in a head-on confrontation with the Mad Blade.

Qing Sanren had already rushed nearby, and Meng Qi's body movements were also extraordinary, like a phantom and smoke, with clever changes, sometimes contrary to common sense, and strange and indescribable, so he couldn't lock on for a while, and didn't dare to use a killing move directly, which would affect the Fiery Demon.

Although he had no burden in killing the Fiery Demon, he still understood that if he severely injured his helpers and didn't kill the enemy during the fight, he would only put himself in a difficult situation.

However, his Qinggong was indeed wonderful. Following Meng Qi's changes, he quickly locked on him, raised his palms, and a green aura appeared on his face.

At this moment, Meng Qi suddenly shouted:

"Kill!"

The continuous shouting made the two of them less vigilant. At this time, the thunder words rolled, shocking the soul, making people dizzy.

The Flame Demon, who had already been chopped by six swords, barely withstood the shock and subconsciously chose to return the sword to defend, fearing that Su Meng would take this opportunity to unleash a killing move.

Tian Zhishang disappeared in front of the Flame Demon. Meng Qi had turned around and chopped with a sword, from top to bottom, and slashed nine swords at high speed. Each sword brought up a purple dragon, with lightning overflowing, layer by layer, and the roar and thunder echoed.

Nine thunder dragons gathered and entangled with each other, crackling continuously, as if turning into a rolling wheel, crushing towards Qing Sanren, fierce and domineering.

Being attacked by Qing Sanren's external killing move and forcing him to use external killing moves to defend are two completely different things, especially when being surrounded!

After this sword, Meng Qi's spirit was empty, and blood flowed from the corners of his eyes and nostrils.

The Sacrifice Technique was running, and his spirit recovered rapidly.

Qing Sanren was already injured, and was slightly stunned by Lei Yan. When he came back to his senses, he heard a rumbling sound, and the purple thunder rushed over fiercely. With the speed of this knife and the close distance between them, he could no longer dodge it with his lightness skills.

His face became more blue, and he slapped his palms slowly. This slap was very slow against the background of thunder, but it gave people a feeling of being frozen for a thousand years and everything solidified.

Suddenly, heavy snow fell nearby, slowly and leisurely, covering the earth with silent white.

Snap!

The seemingly slow palms came later but arrived first, hitting the purple electric dragon. The thunder solidified and then broke apart. The palms hit the blade of "Heaven's Wound" again.

The silver-white was slow, and a layer of frost formed on the blade. If Meng Qi didn't use a precious weapon, any sharp weapon would be frozen and turned into slag on the spot.

Puff!

Meng Qi spat out a mouthful of blood, the color was dark green. His strength was slightly inferior to Qing Sanren. When they were strong against strong, it was inevitable that he would be invaded by the residual coldness. Fortunately, he had the Eight-Nine Mysterious Art, the Golden Bell Cover, and the Immortal Seal.

At this time, his mind, like a mirror, suddenly reflected the flow of Qing Sanren's true energy and muscle reactions. Although it was blurry, it was indeed reflected, and it was no longer frozen as before.

After this killing move, did Qing Sanren suffer such severe backlash that his realm dropped? Only the normal nine orifices?

Meng Qi suddenly understood, gritted his teeth, and held out the long sword in his left hand, ignoring the slash of the Flame Demon behind him.

His original plan was to activate the purple thunder power, forcing Qing Sanren to use the external killing move to counter, so that the backlash was severe, his body was slightly stiff, and he was unable to catch up with him in a short time. Then he turned around and hit a blow with almost the power of the external scene. Even if he couldn't kill the Flame Demon, he could make him use his skills and be injured, so he had to defend himself first.

Finally, he seized this opportunity, mustered up his remaining strength, and fled far away before the effect of the Sacrifice Art disappeared.

But now, Qing Sanren's backlash was much more serious than Meng Qi had imagined, so he changed his mind.

Take advantage of his illness to kill him, and don't give Qing Sanren the opportunity to recover by using Qinggong to distance himself!

The sword light was brilliant and brilliant to the extreme. There was no change, no way out. The divine will and sword force merged into one, fighting for the fleeting opportunity and seizing the hidden death energy of heaven and earth.

Qing Sanren's blood was almost frozen. He didn't have time to recover his breath or use the method of stimulating blood and essence. His footsteps slipped and he had to retreat to relieve it first. He believed that the Flame Demon behind him would not stand by and watch him die at the critical moment.

The Flame Demon would naturally not disappoint his expectations. Meng Qi had his back to him and was completely focused on Qing Sanren. How could he not seize this opportunity?

The magic knife slashed out in a simple and clumsy way, without any tremor, only restraint, as if it contained a fire that could burn the forest, and silently slashed towards Meng Qi's neck. The nearby void turned from black to red, as if a raging flame was brewing.

He used an outdoor killing move, vowing to kill with one blow.

Suddenly, a knife appeared in front of him, a large knife with a strange shape that resembled a wound. Su Meng, who was using a sword with his left hand and using his ultimate move, how could he be distracted to use the knife with his right hand?

Shock flashed, he was too weak to change his moves, and was hit by the wound of heaven.

Dang!

The sound was weak, and there was only a little true energy in this knife, but the force was clever and the timing was right, slightly diverting the magic knife, so that it did not hit the neck, but directly hit Meng Qi's back near the left arm.

The fish scale soft armor was cut open, the pale gold was completely damaged, the wound was exposed, the flesh and blood suddenly burned, spreading inward, the spine was like a dragon and a snake, exposed to the eyes of the flaming demon.

The sword light was so beautiful that it could not be described in words, faster than Qing Sanren's stiff and slow light work, like a poem, illuminating Qing Sanren's sight.

The flaming demon didn't draw his sword?

Puff, the sword was in his brow, and the beautiful sword light like a fairy from the sky remained in his pupils. He fell down in fear.

Meng Qi took advantage of the situation and rushed forward to get rid of the subsequent sword moves of the flaming demon. He was seriously injured by resisting the killing moves from the outside scene just now, and his spine was almost cut, and his hands and feet were paralyzed.

Even so, his Golden Bell Cover had broken down and no longer had the effect of reducing damage. If he hadn't used both his left and right hands at the critical moment to divert the vital points, he would have died on the spot like Qing Sanren.

Although seriously injured, his momentum was not reduced. Meng Qi turned around and looked at Qing Sanren who had just fallen to the ground, and the Fiery Demon with an expression of disbelief on his face. Blood was splattered, and he suppressed the flames and shouted:

"Another one!"

"I can only hold on for ten breaths."

Meng Qi's left hand drooped weakly, and his right hand raised the long sword. He was covered in blood, with hideous wounds and disheveled hair, almost like a demon:

"But within ten breaths, I will kill you!"

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