Chapter 383 I'll Give You My Sword to Thank You for Sending Me Off

Changes have come and gone. Except for the Blue Blood Dragon King and the Red Eyebrow Sword King, everyone else is still in a state of confusion. How come a good confession to the ancestors suddenly turned into a sudden attack and kidnapping Mr. Wen?

Even Mrs. Huangfu and Huangfu Fei are like this. It turns out that this is Taoist Master Qingyuan's "ingenious plan"...

However, to be able to hold Wen Hengshui forcefully between the two protectors, his strength is simply astonishing!

As for whether there is a clever plan or not, if you can escape smoothly, it is a clever plan!

The Green-Blooded Dragon King's face was already turning purple with anger. As a half-step outside scene, he was defeated by the enlightened junior in an upright manner. Not only was he unable to protect his young master, he would have been killed by someone with a stronger self-esteem. In front of Mr. Xiyue.

If this kind of thing spreads, my reputation will definitely be ruined!

Although it may not have been a good reputation before, it was at least intimidating and frightening, but now, I'm afraid it will become a joke!

He did not answer immediately, and subconsciously looked at Huangfu Fei and Mrs. Huangfu, as if he was thinking of taking them down when they were not prepared. In this way, he would also have hostages in his hands, and things would be much easier to handle.

But how could Meng Qi ignore this? He laughed and said in a leisurely tone: "Could it be that the Dragon King and the Sword King think that poor men dare not kill?"

"Anyway, Mrs. Huangfu and Miss Huangfu are not related to Pindao. They are just repaying the kindness of Master Huangfu. If there is any disharmony, Pindao will definitely take care of himself first. At worst, he will kill the donor to avenge them first, and then he will take care of the matter later. Account."

As he spoke, he motioned for Huangfu Fei and Mrs. Huangfu to come to his side. At the same time, the tip of his sword penetrated Wen Hengshui's neck, and the wound secreted a little blood. His leisurely tone was full of disapproval of Wen Hengshui. Shui, Huangfu Fei and others took their lives seriously.

This made the Green Blood Dragon King and Red Eyebrow Sword King's eyes burst with tears, but they were afraid of taking action rashly, so they could only watch Huangfu Fei and Mrs. Huangfu pass by, and hid behind Meng Qi.

They were all veterans, and they understood that Meng Qi might just be talking big words, and they might not ignore the murder of Huangfu Fei and others. However, they did not dare to bet on this kind of thing. After all, the hostage was the young master. If there was a slight mistake, they and others would not be able to bear the responsibility. Since then, there is no way to take risky actions.

"Taoist Priest Qingyuan, you must carefully consider the consequences of forging an undying feud with our 'Moon Township'." The Green Blood Dragon King gritted his teeth and threatened.

At the same time, he secretly made a gesture to indicate that he would delay for time, and the others quickly found an opportunity to notify Mr. Xiyue, asking him to intercept him midway and kill the abominable Taoist priest at his hands!

As a strong man who has been famous for many years, he has a lot of experience in the world, so he did not panic and didn't know how to deal with it.

Meng Qi laughed and said: "If I am afraid of death, I will not come to Jushen Manor. How can the Dragon King be afraid of death? Prepare the carriage immediately. I don't want to meet Mr. Xiyue!"

His words revealed the Blue Blood Dragon King's intentions.

At this time, Huangfu Fei bypassed the Green Blood Dragon King and the Red Eyebrow Sword King and ordered the servants who followed to prepare the carriage and park it outside the village.

The servant was at a loss and looked at the Blue Blood Dragon King.

Meng Qi pressed harder with his left hand, and the tip of the sword entered a little deeper. He felt so painful that he breathed cold air when he smelled the water and was speechless. His throat made a heavy sound, as if he was afraid.

Blood dripped down the tip of the sword, crossing a vertical path and falling on the half-ice and half-snow in the darkness of the corridor, where a bright plum blossom bloomed.

The Green Blood Dragon King was angry and resentful, but he didn't dare to risk the young master's life, so he nodded to his servant.

"How long will it take?" Meng Qi asked Huangfu Fei.

"Hurry up, a quarter of an hour is enough." Huangfu Fei recalled her past experience.

So, Meng Qi said to his servant: "If you don't see the carriage at the gate of Zhuangzi in a quarter of an hour, you will wait to collect the body."

The Green-Blooded Dragon King's breathing became heavier, and he wanted to take action immediately. He finally held it back, and the Red-Eyebrow Sword King's brows and beards spread out, as if he had chopped Meng Qi into pieces dozens or hundreds of times in his heart.

The two watched helplessly as Meng Qi held Wen Hengshui, protected Huangfu Fei's mother and daughter, and moved cautiously towards the entrance of Zhuangzi. On the way, they found an opportunity, quietly dispersed their hands, sent out a signal, and notified Mr. Xiyue. At the same time, they also discovered Qi Shaochong. The more loyal disciples of Jushenzhuang have disappeared, as have Madam Hongxian and Shentuo Beyond the Great Wall.

Not long after leaving Zhuangzi, a carriage drove over slowly. The four-horse carriage was a breed that was good at running on snow.

Meng Qi asked Huangfu Fei and Mrs. Huangfu to check the horses and vehicles first, and then boarded. He drove the coachman away, sheathed his long sword, sat on the front of the carriage with Wen Hengshui in his hand, put his left hand around his neck, and drove the horses to run.

"Dragon King, King of Swords, don't send me away. When I get to a safe place, I will listen to the donor and unlock his acupuncture points. It will not hurt his life. If you follow, I will dazzle my eyes and my mood will change." When he is not in a good mood, he likes to kill people," Meng Qi said loudly, making a naked threat.

Thanks to many police and gangster movies, I have "enough" hostage-taking experience!

Of course, the most important point is that they have to be wary of the hostages in their hands and have to resort to rat weapons. Otherwise, they may be surrounded and killed without regard to the lives of the hostages, which will make the enemy understand that it is useless when they hold the Moon Country disciples hostage in the future.

The Green-Blooded Dragon King paused and said with full of hatred: "Taoist Master Qingyuan, we can't meet you anywhere in the world!"

"Haha, how can we meet before?" Meng Qi answered out of habit.

The carriage slowly speeded up, running on top of the snow. In the blink of an eye, the snowfield was covered by the vast whiteness.

…………

At this time, it might be faster with a sled... Meng Qi sighed as he saw the white snow on both sides retreating and the forest sea emerging in the distance.

Of course, if he directly took Madam Huangfu and Huangfu Fei to perform Qinggong and run at full speed, it would definitely be better than a sled, but it would be difficult to sustain it. After all, it would consume energy. Moreover, with a carriage as a means of transportation, he could devote his mind to healing his wounds and preparing for the things that would come later. After weighing the pros and cons, this was still the best.

"Heaven's Wound" was placed aside, and Meng Qi took out the healing pills of the Six Gates and took them. He did not relax his threat to Wen Hengshui, nor did he neglect it. He still sent out his spirit and sensed the surroundings to prevent the disciples who were good at lurking from suddenly approaching and attacking.

It was extremely cold in winter, the snow was vast, and wild beasts were hard to see, but there were still a few people running for a living. They heard the sound of horse hooves stepping on the snow, looked back, and saw a carriage passing by. The driver was a Taoist wearing a tattered hydration suit, with a handsome face and a noble temperament.

It turned out that such a person was driving the car himself... They were quite puzzled, as if they felt that something had happened and that the carriage was very dangerous.

The carriage rushed past and sped along the forest.

Along the way, Huangfu Fei knew that Meng Qi had to heal his wounds, drive the car, and watch the hostages, so he did not speak to distract him from talking, but waited patiently, believing that he could bring himself and his mother to a safe place.

Wen Hengshui's acupuncture points were blocked all over his body, and he could only stare at Meng Qi with a hidden cold look, as if he wanted to eat his flesh and sleep on his skin.

Meng Qi was calm and focused on healing his injuries, and calculated the time when Mr. Xiyue would arrive based on the distance to the Moon Country.

After a while, I don't know how far I ran, Meng Qi's not serious injuries recovered, and the subtle state appeared. Sensing the surroundings, he found no trace of the disciples of the Moon Country.

Of course, if it was just a disciple, if the Green Blood Dragon King, who was half a step away from the outside, restrained his breath and tracked with the secret method of the Moon Country, he would not be able to sense it.

His mind raced, he grabbed Tian Zhishang with his right hand, laughed loudly, and threw Wen Hengshui backward and upward:

"Donor Wen, no need to send me off!"

Before he finished speaking, a figure suddenly jumped out of the snow next to him, almost blending into the snowfield, and pounced on the carriage. It was the Green Blood Dragon King.

A cold wind was entangled around him, and the snow was dyed with a layer of green. The horse trembled all over and was about to be frozen.

The palm power was surging, and the ghosts cried and howled, as if they wanted to slap Meng Qi to death with one palm!

But his eyes suddenly blurred, and the figure sitting in front of the carriage disappeared!

No, it was not disappearance, but when he jumped out, he had already prepared and soared into the air, slashing at the young master who had not yet fallen from the air, like a hawk swooping down on a bird!

Meng Qi was introverted, with only the knife in his hand and Wen Hengshui in his eyes. The knife was as fast as thunder, and the light flashed. He chased Wen Hengshui, who had not yet untied the acupuncture points. He seemed not to care about the life and death of Huangfu Fei and her daughter. He was cruel and terrible.

Young Master!

Wen Hengshui's life was the first priority. How could the Blue Blood Dragon King watch Meng Qi kill him with a knife? He slapped his left hand, bent his body, and also flew into the air, hitting Meng Qi's back, sparing Huangfu Fei and her daughter and the four horses.

In the air, it was difficult to change direction. He believed that he could force Meng Qi to give up the attack and use the Qianjinzhu to dodge.

Suddenly, his pupils contracted violently, because the Taoist Qingyuan in front of him changed direction in an impossible place, in the void without any leverage, like a roc spreading its wings, and went around behind the young master, facing him. His Taoist robe rustled, and his posture was indescribably chic, standing on the wind!

How could it be possible?

He was not an outsider, how could he turn and change direction in mid-air?

Such a change was completely beyond the expectations of the Blue Blood Dragon King. He had no way to change accordingly and could only watch Meng Qi's left-handed sword thrust out.

Suddenly, red fire seemed to emerge from the ground, melting a little snow, but the flame was not obvious because the power was restrained!

The sword light was beautiful, like a startled wild goose, like a wandering dragon, like an immortal flying from the sky, stabbing at the center of the Blue Blood Dragon King's eyebrows with an indescribable stunning state.

A ray of Yin Fire rose silently from the bottom of his feet, quickly burning the Yin wind ghost spirit, and a little bit of the Eight Divisions of Heavenly Dragon Fire blazed in the center of his eyebrows, eliminating the Yin evil.

Meng Qi's real intention was not to kill Wen Hengshui, but to severely injure or even kill the Blue Blood Dragon King, so that he would not be afraid of being followed by others and hide his tracks before Mr. Xiyue arrived!

Ah! The Green Blood Dragon King screamed, his whole body glowed with phosphorescent fire, as if he had turned into a green torch. The surrounding wind was thick and almost black, and his palms slapped out with a feminine and extremely terrifying feeling.

Puff, the flames went out, the wind stopped, Meng Qi took advantage of the force to fly into the air, flew to the carriage, and sat steadily in the coachman's position, exactly the same as before.

The horses galloped, Meng Qi laughed loudly, and the sound spread far away:

"Thank you, Dragon King, for seeing me off!"

The Green Blood Dragon King fell down holding Wen Hengshui, just in time to see the carriage running away.

As soon as he fell, his legs softened and he almost fell to his knees. Blood gushed out of his chest, his face was pale, and his breath was weak.

Before, he had barely deflected the tip of the sword, so that the long sword only pierced through the right chest and saved himself from death. The external injury seemed terrible, but it was not serious. For a strong man like him, he could still fight for another 300 rounds.

However, due to the hasty response, there was no place to borrow strength in the air, and the Yin Fire and the Eight Dragon Fires could not be completely resisted, burning the meridians and the soul, causing extremely serious internal injuries. If the opponent continued to chase after them, if he fought for his life, he would probably die!

Anyway, the young master was saved... The Blue Blood Dragon King carried Wen Hengshui and watched the carriage disappear at the edge of the vast snow line. His eyes were cold and his expression was gloomy. The sound of Meng Qi's laughter seemed to echo in his ears:

“Thank you, Dragon King, for sending me off!”