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Reality can't allow Meng Qi to have extra thoughts. Jiang Zhiwei's Baihong Sun Piercing Sword was suddenly raised. Judging by ear, it is impossible to distinguish which is true and which is false, or any change may turn into reality.
Meng Qi had no choice but to retract the long knife, which seemed to be slowly slashing obliquely, with countless changes inside, each change was so fast that there was only an afterimage, so as to adapt to the situation.
Dang Dang Dang, in the constant clash of swords, Meng Qi noticed that Jiang Zhiwei's true energy was extremely concentrated, like a strand of sword energy, which could not be borrowed or removed.
The changes continued to unfold, Jiang Zhiwei drew his long sword sharply, and slashed down in a simple and solid manner, clumsy in change, stronger than aura, overwhelming his heart, in Meng Qi's eyes, it was like a mountain falling straight down.
The surrounding area is full of faint glazed Buddha light, Jiang Zhiwei's sword posture, Meng Qi's saber moves, will drive the streamer, lingering in the air for a moment, let the two fight in the traces of the past, creating a dreamlike, unreal and illusory scene .
Facing this sword, Meng Qi didn't have the opportunity to transmit sound into the secret and shout loudly. He couldn't try to call out his name and Jiang Zhiwei fell into a struggle.
Jiang Zhiwei's sword was in the middle, and suddenly accelerated, and the long sword, like an afterimage, slashed to Meng Qi's blade, as if he had been waiting for him to respond in this way.
It was difficult to exert strength from the side, Meng Qi's right hand was heavy, and Tianzhi injured almost dropped his hand.
Jiang Zhiwei's sword spreads out, sometimes it is as fast as thunder, sometimes it is pure and unmoving, sometimes it is beautiful and changeable, sometimes it is a strange peak, sometimes it violates the principles of the sword, and there are flaws everywhere, sometimes the sword becomes Taiji, all in one.
Every sword of hers is self-satisfied, and she can wield it freely, which is much better than Meng Qi's swordsmanship and swordsmanship.
Meng Qi's sword technique also has nearly ten kinds of essence, but he can't always integrate them into one, and show them at will in his own stories. They are like beams and pillars, which have not yet been built into a hall.
But Jiang Zhiwei's swordsmanship has reached this level, each sword directly pointed at Meng Qi's flaws, and showed the most suitable essence just right, and each sword was not completely separated, but faintly followed a certain law.
From complex to simple, from simple to complex, Dugu Yijian, there is no difference.
Meng Qi was completely at a disadvantage. He could only be tired of defending, and his spirit was tense, like a bowstring ready to go. If not, Jiang Zhiwei would create an opportunity, and he would be hit by a series of killing moves. Wave after wave is unbearable.
He also wanted to tell stories with swordsmanship and swordsmanship, but when he first faced his friends, he couldn't arouse his killing intent and the mentality of not being afraid of manslaughter. If you can't play eight stops in your strength, how difficult is it to stand up and tell a wonderful story in the current situation?
Can't drag on like this any longer!
Meng Qi knew it was wrong, if he went on like this, he would be more and more trapped in the situation, and he might not even have a chance to fight back!
He was running eight or nine profound arts, his body was pale gold, and he slashed out abruptly, as if he was reckless about the consequences, exchanging injuries for injuries.
Silver and white lightning jumped, leaving snake-like traces in the faint glazed color surrounding. Jiang Zhiwei folded his long sword and stabbed straight at the back of Meng Qi's sword. It was still in the same place, still in the same position, and the previous strength even remained. Layer upon layer, Meng Qi might not be able to grasp the injury of the sky.
With a stab of the sword, the strength was weak, and Meng Qi's "Heavenly Injury" swayed down, and the long sword in his left hand stabbed out at the same time, there was no time difference, almost at the same time.
Jiang Zhiwei swung his long sword horizontally, and the hilt of the sword hit Meng Qiliuhuo exactly as if yin and yang were attracting each other, but his strength was still weak.
Just at this moment, Meng Qi's "Heaven's Wound" swung up, and he slashed down with his head in his pocket. The saber was so fierce that he slashed eight times in a shuddering manner, and then he slashed out with all his might for the last time.
"Crazy thunder shakes the sky"!
Relying on the Eighty-Nine Mysterious Skills and mutual knowledge between left and right, Meng Qi finally seized the opportunity!
Originally speaking, it was easier to control the opponent with Ananda's saber-breaking method, but Meng Qi was afraid that the obsession and desire caused by the "primordial demon" consciousness would add fuel to the flames.
Boom!
The airflow compression caused by the eight false cuts brought out a loud thunder, adding to the forceful momentum.
Zidian spat out and turned into a wild dragon. After Meng Qi's Eighty-Nine Mysterious Kungfu was promoted to the Seven Apertures, he no longer needed to deliberately accumulate Zilei Jin, and directly operated the Xuan Gong and the core method of Zilei Jin. , the power difference seems to be!
It is more miraculous than the Small Wuxiang Gong and Guizang Wanwu Gong!
Of course, the premise is to have the core part of the exercises and the luck route.
? The reckless electric dragons staggered head to tail, absorbing the vitality of the airflowrecalcitrant.
After mid-air, Jiang Zhiwei's primordial spirit was weak, entwined with traces of black air, his eyes were blood-red and hollow, and the sharp air gradually turned into filth.
When the light shines in, the power of the medicine bursts out, and the black energy is fixed and slowly dissipated.
Meng Qi directly evokes Jiang Zhiwei's memory fragments, and countless golden lights gather and pour into the primordial spirit, allowing her to get rid of the influence of killing intent.
"I have already thought of your nickname after you become famous."
"What?"
"The Chicken Butcher Sword God."
The voice echoed, Jiang Zhiwei's eyes got rid of the holes, and Yuanshen turned into a sword energy, soaring into the sky.
The black air was crushed, screams sounded, and Meng Qi's spirit was also ejected from the sea of ??mind.
Black air swayed out of Jiang Zhiwei's seven orifices, which were completely dispersed by the light of the blue lamp. Then she vomited out a large pool of black water violently, but the blood color of her eyes and the coquettishness of her lips faded away. .
"It's finally done." Meng Qi couldn't help showing a bright smile, and then he was distracted from his injury, and his muscles squirmed to stop the bleeding.
Jiang Zhiwei looked at Meng Qi who was still dripping with two strands of nosebleeds, bit her lip, half suppressed a smile and half was touched: "Don't wipe your face yet."
Meng Qi responded, and first helped Jiang Zhiwei relieve the acupoints, and then wiped away the nosebleed.
"It's thanks to you again." Jiang Zhiwei said with emotion, "I really felt like I had an inescapable nightmare before."
After rescuing a companion, Meng Qi was in high spirits for a while, and nodded: "The matter is urgent, we must quickly find Senior Brother Qi and the others, so as not to be entangled in consciousness and difficult to separate, let's talk as we walk." (Remember this site's website: www.hlnovel .com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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