MTL - The Sage Who Transcended Samsara-Chapter 12 First war

The thick-backed long sword, with the power of madness erupting from fear, fear, and trembling, rushed to Cheng Yong with the momentum of splitting Huashan alone.

As soon as Cheng Yong lifted his palms and staggered back and forth, he would fight the long sword hard. His martial arts are far higher than Meng Qi, and his eyesight is the same. The timing of the move is just right, but his iron palm just raised The injury to the left chest was affected, the blood flow was accelerated, the action was delayed, the palms were briefly weak, and the long knife broke through the past and split into the face door.

He was a war-torn man who was in danger and was in chaos. He fell down along the edge of the sword, and a lazy donkey rolled away from the sword of Meng Qi. Meng Qi did not hesitate to fight. He did not hesitate. Win the chase and attack in series as Cheng Yong rolls on the ground.

Cheng Yong's lazy donkey rolled halfway, pressing his palms on the ground like a toad, and his right foot suddenly protruded backwards and obliquely upwards, pointing directly at the imaginary enemy's heart.

This is a trick he repeatedly defeated after being forced to roll by a lazy donkey. At this time, he also wants to end the battle.

The right foot touched the air, Cheng Yong jumped up and just saw the little monk with red lips and white teeth who was trying to chase and looked at himself. He was a novice and had no rogue experience.

Damn it! Cheng Yong yelled inwardly, and his unsuccessful tricks failed because the other party was a rookie and missed the pursuit time! This made him depressed, but after a series of violent actions just now, he felt that his chest injury was getting more serious, the blood was flowing more and more, and he felt a sense of deprivation. Venus in front of him appeared as if it would become dark at any time. .

"No, you have to deal with the wound first." Although taking the pills, became reckless, and afraid of the torture of medicine, he did not dare to obey the orders of the owner of the Imperial Citadel, but Cheng Yong still had normal reason, otherwise those who were controlled The heads of the various factions have long been seen through.

At this time, he clearly knew that if he did not deal with the wound and had dozens of breaths, he would probably seriously hurt his coma and become the fish in the case of a young monk.

Just as he wanted to tear off his plaque and bandage the wound, he suddenly heard the young monk screaming with dissatisfaction, hurried forward, and chopped his sword again!

Bastard, why didn't you chase just now? Cheng Yong couldn't, but had to overlap the spirit and deal with Meng Qi, trying to resolve the battle as soon as possible to deal with the wound.

Jiang Yan slightly sat on the ground, leaning against Shimen, and saw that Meng Qi was like a mad tiger, almost like a knife. Although there was no rule, he won the sword, but when Cheng Yong was seriously injured, his martial arts fell sharply. Slow in shape, unable to catch the gap between the swords for a moment to bully Meng Qi.

"Mr. Master was beaten to death ..." Jiang Yan slightly thought of the saying, and then her heart moved and shouted, "Slant upwards."

Although she was hit by Dan Tian in the lower abdomen, she was weak for a while, but her eyesight was still there after opening her eyesight. Naturally, she could see Cheng Yong's body flaws, and Cheng Yong's slow speed at this time allowed her to "point" Meng Qi. Otherwise, the masters are fighting, the electric light fire, I am afraid that the words have not been exported, they have missed the opportunity.

Meng Qi chopped for a while, and saw that his sword was like a violent storm, driving Cheng Yong close to his body, and he suddenly had the illusion that he was a generation of masters.

"This is the chaos of the cloak ..." Meng Qi thought to himself, slightly proud, of course, he still knew clearly that this was not the chaos of the cloak, but the "cheap of the chop". If Cheng Yong was not seriously injured, he himself Was killed on the spot long ago.

"Slant upwards." Suddenly, Meng Qi heard Jiang Yanwei's voice, but Meng Qi, who did not fight with Jiang Yanwei for the first time, had no way to translate what he heard into the brain. Then the brain's thoughts were quickly reflected in the hands, so it was still cut out as usual.

On the other side, Cheng Yongzheng could also hear Jiang Yanwei's voice, his heart moved, his body fluttered, and he hit Meng Qi's abdomen.

The blade of light flashed, blood spewed out, Cheng Yong covered his left arm, stumbled and rolled back.

Then, his carp jumped up and glared at Meng Qi. At that moment, he flew directly over Meng Qi's slashed sword, and his left arm was badly damaged.

Say "slant upwards"?

Meng Qi dealt with his glaring innocently, and probably understood the changes just now, and said deliberately, "I'm sorry, I'm too slow to respond and let you down."

Alas, Cheng Yongqi had a spit of blood.

"Haha." Jiang Yan covered his lower abdomen slightly and was about to twitch with a smile, and I knew it would happen! Haha, even if I was killed with the little monk, I will die with a smile!

Cheng Yong's anger surged upward, and his right hand turned into a finger-sword to his chest a few times. The blood stopped immediately. Although the wound was too deep, he was only drinking to quench his thirst. After ten breaths, the wound would burst again. At that time, he might lose his life directly, but Don't care so much, and then entangle with this abominable little monk, you may be dragged to death or angry!

At the sight of Cheng Yong's action, when he saw that he seemed to share his hatred with himself, Meng Qi converged with a smile, and his heart sank slowly, knowing that there would be a difference between life and death.

Heavy pressure shrouded him, and then he moved forward subconsciously, waving his sword.

Jiang Yan slightly stopped the laughter, holding Shimen, trying hard to stand up to help Meng Qi, but Dan Tian was the foundation of gas storage. Even though it was not severely damaged, she was still not bad. Within a short time, she I haven't sorted out the scattered anger.

After Cheng Yong's wound had temporarily stopped bleeding, his feet were mistaken, and he had a lot of trouble. His severely injured left hand was down, and his right hand was drawn in a half circle to meet Meng Qi's long knife.

Meng Qi secretly said badly, exhausted his whole body strength, turned the vertical split into a diagonal cut, and avoided Cheng Yong's right hand, but he pressed the blade of his left hand with a strong surge, and the body could not help but take a few steps back. .

Unyielding, Cheng Yong rubbed and followed, and his palms repeatedly penetrated Meng Qi's sword. For a moment, Meng Qi was in danger. If Cheng Yong was still worried about the sharpness of the long knife, and he could not afford to be damaged again. I'm afraid Meng Qi has been captive.

No, hold on, it must be me! The danger of great danger and the shadow of death hit Meng Qi's heart, making his eyes slightly red, the sword in his hand still fluttering, but his mind rolled.

"Why haven't I learned swordsmanship?" Meng Qi knew very well that if he started to use swordsmanship, with Cheng Yong's condition, if he was not good enough, and he kept his door, he would be able to support his relapse or Jiang Yan's fine-tuning , But now, I can only hack and hack! For a moment, he was frustrated.

The sword did not get started ... Suddenly, Meng Qi flashed a flash of light in his mind, and then thought of Cheng Yong's attempt to seize the sword just now.

He gritted his teeth, his eyes widened, and his eyes were almost split, and the long knife split again, looking like Cheng Yongtong.

Cheng Yong secretly sneered, drawing a circle on his right hand, welcoming his left hand, and pinching the blade, while Meng Qi was so old that he had no time to change the blade.

The long knife was caught by Cheng Yong's palms and fell into his hands. When Cheng Yong seized the knife with force, he felt that the opposite side was empty, and he was just fighting the air!

not good! This made him lose his balance for a moment, hesitated slightly, and at the same time he saw that the young monk stepped forward rigorously, and left boxed out.

When the long knife entered Cheng Yong's hand, Meng Qi released his right hand and gave up the long knife directly!

Then, he took advantage of the opportunity to open the empty door between Cheng Yong's chest and abdomen, rubbed his body forward, and used his left hand to play the "black tiger" in Luo Han Quan!

Slap, Meng Qi's left fist hit heavily on Cheng Yong's left chest wound. Suddenly, the wound cracked, and blood spewed out like a waterfall, spraying Meng Qi's head and face.

Cheng Yong made a loud noise in his throat, gripped the long knife with both hands, took a few steps backwards, and looked at the blood-stained Meng Qi with an expression of incredible surprise.

He even had a young monk who could only chop and chop, and was killed by the usual Wugong slack?

噗通! Cheng Yong fell on his back, arousing the dust to fly, his eyes widened, and he could not stare.

"Ha ha ha ha." Meng Qi laughed like crazy, fear, fear, depression, shivering and other unexplainable things poured out, coupled with the blood on his face and face, shivered, "Lao Zi not He can do it, but I can do it! I'm stupid! "

After venting out of laughter, Meng Qi gasped out, feeling exhausted and exhausted.

"Little monk, you have committed a word of precept, how can you claim to be old, old ..." The enemy was removed, Jiang Yanwei was relieved, and the mood was filled with joy, and he joked with a smile, but realized that the girl could not She was swearing, but she couldn't say the word "Laozi".

"If the calamity does not die, the Buddha will be happy for me and will not blame me ..." Meng Qi said cheerfully, "girl, Jiang, how is your injury?"

Seeing that he was about to turn his head, Jiang Yanwei quickly stopped: "Don't worry about me first, pick up my sword and give him a glance to prevent a surprise attack."

How to deal with similar situations, Jiang Yanwei has been taught.

Meng Qi nodded and stepped back, while watching Cheng Yong intently, squatted down and picked up Jiang Yanwei's long sword, and then approached Cheng Yong carefully, piercing his eyebrow far away.

Long sword penetrated the eyebrows, Meng Qi completely relaxed, Cheng Yong could not die any more!

Jiang Yanwei also felt emotional at this time and said, "Little monk, you are very talented. You can calmly and keenly grasp the situation in the first actual battle, set up a trap, and overcome the fear, throwing a knife for a fist, and lethal With one blow, it may not be possible to become a master in the future. "

"Hey." Jiang Qi, who had heard martial arts and high strength, praised himself slightly, and Meng Qi smirked a little smugly. He didn't seem to be a stupid person to learn martial arts!

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

"Jiang Yanwei and Meng Qi rescued Cheng Yong from the sea of ​​bitterness controlled by the deprived heart and completed one of the side missions, each rewarding ten good deeds."

Is this OK? Meng Qi and Jiang Yan looked at each other slightly, and they both seemed to hear the voice of the other side. Killing the other side is also called salvation?

But if you think about it, being controlled by a heart attack is indeed a life-threatening death!

"Our previous analysis was a bit wrong, so where can we find a helper?" Jiang Yanwei Dai frowned, "Maybe no helper?"

Meng Qi said suspiciously, "What is the significance of this branch mission ..."

"Maybe it doesn't make much sense," Jiang Yanwei exclaimed suddenly, "not good, sister Qi!"