The thick-backed sword, with the crazy force bursting out from fear, fear, and trembling, slashed towards Cheng Yong with the momentum of slashing Huashan alone.

Cheng Yong raised his palms and intertwined them, and he had to fight hard to knock out the long sword. His martial arts skills were far higher than Meng Qi, and his eyesight was the same. The timing of his move was just right. However, as soon as his iron palm was lifted, it affected the injury in his left chest. The blood flowed out faster. His movements were stagnant. His palms were temporarily weak and were broken through by the long sword and slashed towards the front.

He was a man who had been through many battles and was calm in the face of danger. He fell down with the sword force. A lazy donkey rolled over and avoided Meng Qi's sword. Meng Qi had no experience in fighting and hesitated for a moment. He did not take advantage of the victory to pursue him. He attacked in a series of attacks while Cheng Yong rolled on the ground.

Cheng Yong's lazy donkey rolled halfway, pressed his palms on the ground, like a toad, and kicked his right foot backwards and pointed directly at the heart of the imaginary enemy.

This is his ultimate move to turn defeat into victory after being forced to roll over and turn defeat into victory. At this time, he also wants to end the battle with this.

The touch of his right foot was empty, and Cheng Yong took advantage of the situation to jump up. He happened to see the little monk with red lips and white teeth looking at him, looking at him with no courage, looking like a rookie who had just started to learn and had never had any experience in fighting.

Damn! Cheng Yong cursed in his heart. His unique trick that he had tried and failed because the other party was a rookie in the world and missed the opportunity to pursue! This made him very depressed. After a series of violent movements just now, he felt that his chest injury was getting worse and worse, and he felt more and more blood flowing, and he felt like he was losing strength. Venus appeared in front of him, as if it would become dark at any time.

"No, you have to deal with the wound first." Although he took the Heart-Slaying Pill and became reckless and impulsive, and was afraid of the torture of the medicine, he dared not ignore the orders of the master of the Yinhuang Castle, Cheng Yong still had normal reason, otherwise the heads of the controlled sects would have been seen through long ago.

At this time, he knew clearly that if he did not treat the wound and had dozens of breaths, he might be seriously injured and unconscious, becoming a fish on the young monk's case.

Just as he wanted to tear off his clothes and bandage the wound, he suddenly heard the little monk let out a dissatisfied roar, quickly walked forward, and slashed again with a long knife!

Bastard, why didn’t you chase after me just now? Cheng Yong couldn’t, so he had to fold his spirit and deal with Meng Qi, trying to resolve the battle as soon as possible to deal with the wound.

Jiang Zhiwei sat on the ground and leaned against the stone gate. When she saw Meng Qi look like a crazy tiger, her sword is as fast as a knife. Although it is out of order, it is better than the sword's strength. Cheng Yong was seriously injured and his martial arts skills were greatly reduced. He was slow and could not grasp the flaws between the swords for a while to deceive Meng Qi.

"Kill the master's tutor to death..." Jiang Zhiwei thought of this common saying for some reason, and then she moved her heart and shouted loudly: "Click upwards in a diagonal manner."

Although she was hit by the Dantian in the lower abdomen and was powerless for a moment, her eyesight was still there after opening her eyes, so she could naturally see the flaws of Cheng Yong's body movements. Moreover, Cheng Yong's speed was slow at this time, allowing her to "guide" Meng Qi. Otherwise, the masters would fight each other and be in a flash of lightning, and I'm afraid that they would have missed the opportunity before they could speak.

Meng Qi slashed and saw that his sword was like a storm, pushing Cheng Yong into close proximity. He suddenly felt the illusion that he was a master of his generation.

"This is the cloak of cloaks..." Meng Qi thought to himself, a little proud. Of course, he still knew clearly that this was not the cloak of cloaks, but the "machete of cloaks". If Cheng Yong had not been seriously injured, he would have been killed on the spot.

"Flirting upwards." Suddenly, Meng Qi heard Jiang Zhiwei's voice, but Meng Qi, who had the first actual combat fight and had no experience in cooperating with Jiang Zhiwei, could not convert the content he heard into the brain's thoughts as soon as possible, and then quickly reacted the brain's thoughts into hands, so he still slashed out as usual.

Cheng Yong on the other side could naturally hear Jiang Zhiwei's voice, his heart moved, his body shortened and pounced, and he hit Meng Qi's lower abdomen.

A flash of sword light and blood spurted out. Cheng Yong covered his left arm, stumbled and rolled back.

Then, he jumped up with a carp and glared at Meng Qi. With the pounce just now, he rushed directly to Meng Qi's long sword that was slashed horizontally, and his left arm was severely damaged.

What about the promised "touching upward"?

Meng Qi responded to his glare with an innocent look on his face, probably also understood the changes just now, and deliberately said: "I'm sorry, I'm too slow to react, which disappoints you."

Puff, Cheng Yong was so angry that he spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Haha." Jiang Zhiwei covered her lower abdomen and laughed so hard that she was about to twitch. I knew it would be like this! Haha, even if I was killed with the little monk, I would still be laughing to death!

Cheng Yong's anger surged, and his right finger sword lit the chest a few times, and the blood stopped immediately. Although the wound was too deep, he was just drinking poison to quench his thirst. After ten breaths, the wound would burst out again. He might die directly, but he didn't care about so much. If he continued to tangle with this hateful little monk, he might be dragged to death or angry to death!

When he saw Cheng Yong's actions and when he saw that he seemed to have an irreconcilable hatred with him, Meng Qi's smile calmed down, and his heart slowly sank, knowing that there would be a distinction between life and death next.

Heavy pressure enveloped him, and then he subconsciously made progress and slashed his sword.

Jiang Zhiwei stopped laughing, held the stone gate, and tried to stand up with difficulty to help Meng Qi. However, the Dantian was the basis for qi storage. Even if it was not severely damaged, it was still damaged. In a short period of time, she still had no scattered true energy.

After Cheng Yong's wound was temporarily stopped bleeding, his feet were wrong, and he was not badly injured. His left hand was lowered, and his right hand was drawn a circle and a half, facing Meng Qi's long sword, as if he wanted to get into the blade with empty hands.

Meng Qi said intimately that he didn't say goodbye. He used all his strength to turn the vertical slash into an oblique slash. He avoided Cheng Yong's right hand, but his left hand pressed the blade and rushed in with great force. He couldn't help but take a few steps back.

He was not forgiving his power, so Cheng Yong rubbed his body and followed, and his palms repeatedly pierced through Meng Qi's sword force. For a moment, Meng Qi was in danger. If Cheng Yong hadn't been concerned about the sharpness of the long sword and could not bear the heavy damage again, Meng Qi would have been killed in his palm.

No, if you delay any longer, I will definitely die! The great premonition of danger and the shadow of death hit Meng Qi's heart, making his eyes slightly red, the long sword in his hand still danced, but his mind was rolling.

"Why haven't I learned sword skills?" Meng Qi knew very well that if he got his sword skills, with Cheng Yong's condition, he would be able to keep his injury back or Jiang Zhi had finished his breathing, but now he could only chop and chop randomly! For a moment, he was depressed and made a big frustration.

The sword technique was not in the beginning... Suddenly, a light of inspiration flashed through Meng Qi's mind, and then he thought of Cheng Yong's attempt to seize the sword just now.

He gritted his teeth, his eyes widened, almost cracking his eyes, and his long sword slashed up again, as if he was about to die with Cheng Yong.

Cheng Yong sneered inwardly, drew circles with his right hand, and greeted the blade with his left hand, clamped it to the blade. Meng Qi's strength was old and he had no spare energy to change the blade's momentum.

The long sword was pinched by Cheng Yong's palms and fell into his hands. Just as Cheng Yong tried to grab the sword with force, he felt that the opposite was empty and he was just competing with the air!

No! This made him lose his balance and stagger slightly. At the same time, he was stunned to see the little monk step forward with two rigorous steps and punching his left fist.

When the long sword first entered Cheng Yongzhi's hand, Meng Qi let go of his right hand and gave up the long sword directly!

Then, he took advantage of the opportunity that the empty door between Cheng Yong's chest and abdomen was wide open, rubbed his body, and used the "black tiger heart-to-heart" in the Arhat Fist with his left hand!

Bang, Meng Qi's left fist hit the wound on Cheng Yong's left chest. Suddenly, the wound broke and blood spurted out like a waterfall, making Meng Qi's head, face and body full of his body.

Cheng Yong made a sound in his throat, clamped the long knife with both hands, took a few steps back, and looked at Meng Qi, who was stained with blood with an incredible astonishment expression.

I actually caught a young monk who could only chop and chop, and was killed by him who was ordinary martial arts?

Thump! Cheng Yong fell to the ground with his back, stirring up dust, his eyes wide open, and he died with his eyes open.

"Hahahaha." Meng Qi laughed like crazy, fear, fear, depression, tremor and other unexplained things poured out, and combined with his blood on his face, it was particularly ferocious. "I don't know how to sword skills, but I know how to box! I'm stupid!"

After laughing and venting, Meng Qi gasped heavily, feeling that his whole body was overdrawn and he was very tired.

"Little monk, you have violated the precepts. How can you call yourself old? Old..." Jiang Zhiwei also breathed a sigh of relief, and she was filled with joy and joked with a smile, but she felt that the girl could not swear and never could say the word "I".

"Without the disaster, Buddha will be happy for me, and I won't blame me..." Meng Qi said happily, "Miss Jiang, how are you injured?"

Seeing that he was about to turn his head, Jiang Zhiwei quickly stopped him: "Don't worry about me for now, pick up my sword and give it to him to prevent a sudden attack from committing a fraud."

Jiang Zhiwei has been taught how to deal with similar situations.

Meng Qi nodded, took a few steps back, staring at Cheng Yong intently, while squatting down and picking up Jiang Zhiwei's long sword, then approached Cheng Yong carefully and stabbed him in the middle of his eyebrows from a distance.

The long sword pierced through the eyebrows, Meng Qi completely relaxed, and Cheng Yong could not die again!

Jiang Zhiwei was also in the mood to comment at this time: "Little monk, you are very talented. You can calmly and keenly grasp the situation, set traps, overcome your fear, throw your sword and change your fists, and give him a fatal blow. You may not be unable to become a master in the future."

"Hehe." When Jiang Zhiwei, who was very skilled in martial arts, praised her, Meng Qi smirked slightly. It seemed that she was not a fool to learn martial arts!

At this time, the blood on the ground suddenly squirmed and turned into words:

"Jiang Zhiwei and Meng Qi rescued Cheng Yong from the sea of ​​suffering controlled by the Heart-Striving Pill, completed one of the side missions, and each rewarded ten good deeds."

This is OK? Meng Qi and Jiang Zhiwei looked at each other, as if they both heard each other's thoughts. Killing each other is also called saving?

But if you think about it carefully, you will be controlled by the Heart-breaking Pill and you will be better than death!

"Our previous analysis is a bit wrong. Where can we find helpers?" Jiang Zhiwei frowned slightly, "Maybe there is no need for helpers?"

Meng Qi said in confusion: "Then what is the meaning of this side mission..."
Chapter completed!