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Chapter 204 The Battle of the Flower Moon

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    Before the sword arrives, the Gang Qi shoots out, sharp and sharp, domineering and terrifying, showing the power of a swordsman with nine apertures!

    Meng Qi's body skills were strange, he spun on the spot, and bumped into Tang Shu's palm, and actually swallowed Tang Shu's palm with his back.

    Tang Shu's expression froze for a moment, and he immediately felt that his yin and yang spiral palms were as strong as a mud cow entering the sea, disappearing without a trace. It clearly hit the opponent's back, but it seemed to pour into a bottomless abyss.

    Being slapped by Tang Shu, Meng Qi took advantage of the momentum and moved forward, accelerating suddenly, faster than expected.

    His heart is like a bright mirror, the stellar energy is weak and dense and blurred, the point of the sword is like a butcher dispelling an ox, it cuts through the stellar energy obliquely, and hits the narrow long sword.

    At the same time, he turned life into death, a tyrannical spiral of yin and yang energy emerged from the tip of the sword, coupled with his own true energy, like a huge wave breaking a dike, slamming on the stellar energy and the narrow long sword.

    Ding!

    There was the sound of sharp weapons clashing, the long and narrow sword swung upwards, and a white figure retreated a few steps, smashing through the round table and the wall, with blood spilling from his mouth.

    Meng Qi, who practiced eighty-nine profound arts and the golden bell cover, was already very powerful. In addition, he absorbed the essence of the demon king and borrowed the palm strength of a genuine nine-aperture master. The nine-aperture swordsman sent by the Ye family would not be able to stand it  !

    However, Tang Shu's yin-yang spiral palm strength is highly condensed, if he hadn't taken the initiative and let him make a hasty move, he might not have been able to borrow it so smoothly.

    Fortunately, although I can't vent the air outside the wall to borrow strength, but the physical body meridian cultivation has the golden bell cover and eight or nine profound skills, this trauma has no effect!

    Repelling the Nine-Aperture Swordsman with a single sword, Meng Qi turned sideways, stabbed Tang Shu with the sword in his right hand, and slapped the window with his left palm.

    Snapped!

    Wooden blocks flew across the window, and a figure jumped in. The knife was sharp like a horse, as fast as a fright, full of energy, and before the knife arrived, the round table in the room was directly broken from it, and the fracture was smooth and smooth, just like a knife cut.

    Tang Shu slapped his right palm, pressed his left palm on the back of his right palm, and struck out with condensed palm strength like ice.

    Meng Qi formed a body seal, opened his eyebrows, blended his spirit and true energy, and took advantage of the situation to observe the enemy. He only felt that there was a hot and violent breath in Tang Shu's icy palm. As long as he borrowed it, it would explode in his body.

    As expected of an experienced master in the world!

    As for the swordsman, his true energy was densely distributed on the blade's edge, and he was fierce and fierce, as if he was invincible.

    All these things were all reflected in Meng Qi's heart lake. The five fingers of his left hand changed, stretched and contracted indefinitely, vain and powerless, and the right sword changed from a thorn to a point in a plain way, pointing on the palm strength of Tang Shu like a swallow.

    The strength of the palm exploded with a bang, and the long knife fell into nothingness, and it slashed into Meng Qi's palm strangely and unbearably.

    Meng Qi turned around, and the violent scorching air and icy energy disappeared, and suddenly appeared in his left palm, and slapped the long knife away.

    While spinning, Meng Qi jumped out suddenly, and rushed towards the wall that the swordsman stabbed before.

    At this moment, there was a crisp bang, and the wall was smashed open, and the dark, cold, sharp spear pierced in, like a poisonous dragon coming out of its hole, like wildfire starting a prairie fire, and the shadow of the gun shrouded Meng Qi.  All retreats.

    The visitor was a burly man with untied long hair, a disheveled shawl, and an iron gun in his palm, majestic and majestic.

    Meng Qi's Bing Que slashed out aimlessly, the tip of the sword trembled, erratic.

    Suddenly, the shadows of spears all over the sky retracted, and the long spear turned into a spear, which directly stabbed Meng Qi's chest.

    when!

    ? The erratic long sword moved from bottom to top, hitting the tip of the spear first, causing it to slant upwards.

    Meng Qi shortened his body, kicked his left foot, and was as fast as a sharp arrow. The long sword was dragged behind him, and he rushed to the side of the man wielding the spear, and stabbed out suddenly.

    The man with disheveled hair retracted the tail of his gun and slammed into the tip of the sword, but Meng Qi's long sword changed suddenly, sticking to the barrel of the gun, slashed upwards, and the gold and iron collided, wiping out a flame.

    The man with disheveled hair let go of his right hand and jumped back. Meng Qi pressed his long sword and bounced back with the gun shaft. The sword pierced his body shield and pierced his right rib.

    A gust of blood spurted out, the man with disheveled hair made an iron bridge, fell on his back, got out of the ice tower, swung his spear out, and separated the sword.

    Instead of advancing, Meng Qi retreated, stabbing Tang Shu's palm with his long sword, like eyes in a vest.

    His mind became calmer, his spirit and true energy moved more like his fingers, and everything around him was like a reflection of Pinghu, vividly in his mind.

    Tang Shu chased after him. The swordsman had just transformed from the violent, scorching heat and coldness, and was about to join the battle group. The swordsman rushed over with great strides.  His ribs were injured, his back was straining, and he was waiting to get back up, that is to say, at this moment, in this half-breath, his only enemy was Tang Shu, and he even borrowed an iron gun.?Agitated by the storm, he caught up with Meng Qi who was about to jump into the river.

    Meng Qi is not frightened or afraid, his heart is like a mirror, he runs the seal of immortality and eight or nine mystic arts with all his strength, enhances the senses, improves the spirit to know the enemy, and the effect of true energy to detect the enemy.

    The sword energy swirled and disturbed the surroundings. In the lake of Meng Qi's heart, it was blurred and could not be grasped at all.

    But when Qi Zhengyan Xuedong Aurora slashed the purple red sword energy, there was a thumping sound, Meng Qi's heart lake was clear, and he finally grasped a trace of the sword energy!

    His long sword was placed behind his back, slanted, without unnecessary movements, exuding unspeakable precision.

    when!

    The sword energy hit Meng Qi's vest, but it just hit Bing Que, not missing a single bit, not missing a single bit!

    Between the crisp sounds, the ice tower shattered into countless small pieces, flying all over the sky, like a moon in the evening, as beautiful as a picture scroll.

    After the purple red sword energy penetrated the ice tower, it was already dimmed, but the sword energy was still strong.

    With a splash, Meng Qi fell into the water. Under the influence of the sword energy, the waves rolled.

    Dark gold glowed from his body, facing purple red tit for tat, the Immortal Seal was fully functioning, turning death into life!

    Ding!

    A little sword energy pierced through the dark gold and penetrated into Meng Qi's body.

    At this time, Wu Qinxin, Tang Mingyue and the others rushed to the nearest window and looked at the water worriedly.

    The water swayed, and it was difficult to see what was going on below, but suddenly, waves surged, and a little blood mixed with it rushed back to Huayue Tower.

    The waves were blooming, and the strength was insufficient, and they were only halfway up before they fell down. The river surface returned to silence, and there were neither corpses nor figures.

    In the room next to the river on the far side of Huayue Tower, Ye Xiaojie, the third youngest of the Ye family, looked at the person facing him with a smile, and said with a little satisfaction: "It's time for the Huanhua Sword Sect and Zhoujun Wang's to clash."

    The person opposite him looked at Shang Shui, as if in a daze: "I was able to survive under the Zishang sword" (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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