I Honor

Thirty-Eight

As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Shun’s pace suddenly accelerated, like a mad bull rushing towards Qi Zhengyan and Meng Qi who were still standing.

Although his martial arts are at the bottom of the four masters, he is still a strong man in the stage of enlightenment. Qi Zhengyan dare not be careless. He makes a circle with his long sword and shakes it in an arc, like the setting sun, his defense is watertight. Stabilize first, and with the cooperation of Meng Qi, dragged Jiang Zhiwei and Zhang Yuanshan to finish their healing, and stood up to join forces.

It’s not that he doesn’t have the experience of fighting against those who have opened their eyes. Whether it’s a duel in the door or a task in the Hidden Emperor’s Castle, there are many opponents who have only opened their eyes. Therefore, he is quite confident in his rigorous and steady Changhe swordsmanship.Fearing that the victory will be hopeless, it is still possible to delay for a while, not to mention that now he has learned some of the “Thirteen Moves of Ever-changing and Illusory Clouds and Mists”, which are hidden in the swordsmanship of this sect. They are unpredictable and might even hurt Tang Shun , weakening his strength.

At that time, even if Jiang Zhiwei and Zhang Yuanshan can only perform at 20-30% of their level, relying on their exquisite swordsmanship and large numbers of people, they are still expected to repel Tang Shun or support them until the main task is completed.

Meng Qi could probably guess what Qi Zhengyan was thinking. He unfolded his eight steps of magic, dodged to the side, and stabbed him in the head. He cooperated quite tacitly.

Just when Qi Zhengyan and Meng Qi were about to finish their moves, Tang Shun suddenly rushed forward and slammed into the tip of the sword, as if committing suicide

Oops

This abnormal change aroused Qi Zhengyan’s vigilance, but Tang Shun’s eyesight was very good, and his timing was extremely precise, so that he had no time to withdraw his sword and return to defense, and changed his moves.

Pfft, the long sword made a muffled sound like a broken leather, and Meng Qi’s slash to the head, because of Tang Shun’s sudden pounce, could only hit his back, cut his clothes, exposed his dark skin, and left white scratches.

With a sharp palm wind, Qi Zhengyan escaped with his long sword, and his whole body flew horizontally, with blood spurting out of his mouth continuously, and he fell heavily to the ground.

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Perfect Iron Shirt

Meng Qi dodged backwards, then leaped to the left strangely, dodging Tang Shun’s random blow after hitting Qi Zhengyan, feeling extremely shocked.

For so many days, I have relied on the iron cloth shirt to rush to attack, use fast to beat slow, and exchange minor injuries for major injuries to defeat the enemy. Still strong, a terrifying opponent whose martial arts are higher than his own

Both Jiang Zhiwei and Zhang Yuanshan blushed, forcibly interrupted their healing, raised their long swords, and prepared to join the battle group.

After Qi Zhengyan fell to the ground, he struggled a few times before barely standing up. Although he avoided the vital point in time with the palm just now, Tang Shun’s strength was so powerful that he suffered a serious injury after all.

Front, back, left, right, right, facing Tang Shun, a terrifying enemy, Meng Qi could only walk around, relying on the eight steps of magic to support.

The gap between the two sides is really too big, otherwise Meng Qi would definitely choose Zhenmiao’s strategy when dealing with him.

But now, although Meng Qi’s steps are weird, Tang Shun’s room for movement is a little bit compressed, and it won’t be long before he can’t avoid it.

“Miss Jiang, Senior Brother Zhang will be here soon.” Meng Qi gritted his teeth, concentrating on avoiding. Under such pressure and danger, he seemed to have further grasped the essence of the “Eight Steps of Godly Walk”.

“Ha” At this moment, Tang Shun exhaled suddenly, like a bell and a drum.

Om Meng Qi suddenly felt his ears buzzing, his heart was restless, his eyes were dizzy, his limbs were weak, and his steps slowed down.

Pa Tangshun took the opportunity to catch up, and with a wave of his right palm, it landed on Meng Qi’s back.

Meng Qi’s eyes went dark, his back was numb, and he jumped up into the air, his body making the sound of frying beans, and the blood spurted out of his mouth uncontrollably.

The severe pain woke up Meng Qi who had landed on the ground, just in time to see Jiang Zhiwei and Zhang Yuanshan attacking and defending, and caught Tang Shun.

Resisting the urge to faint, Meng Qi tried his best to adjust his breath a few times. The mellow Shaolin internal energy slowly circulated like a clear spring, eliminating many discomforts and stabilizing Meng Qi’s injury.

“The injury is not serious.” Meng Qi examined his condition, “but the iron cloth shirt is completely broken.”

Since Tang Shun’s palm was flanked by Jiang Zhiwei and Zhang Yuanshan, he was unable to use his full strength, and Meng Qi had Xiaocheng’s iron shirt to protect him, so he was only slightly injured and the iron shirt was broken, and he still had the strength to store up his energy. .

But without the iron shirt, Meng Qi’s strength dropped by at least 70%

In the Daxiong Palace, the sound of the wooden fish tuk-tuk echoed without gaps, creating a wonderful solemnity.

Xinji sat cross-legged in front of the golden Buddha statue, knocking on the old wooden fish in front of him peacefully and indifferently, not as if the enemy was approaching, but as if he was doing his daily homework.

“Monk Xinji, you have gained a bit of Zen.” The sky outside was dark, lead clouds hung low, silver snakes flashed, and the heavy rain was majestic. A figure walked slowly through the “curtain” formed by dripping water from the eaves, and stepped into the Daxiong Hall , it was General Dolcha

He was dressed in a barbarian black robe, and his left eye, which was stabbed blind by Jiang Zhiwei, was not closed, but wide open, revealing a palpitating darkness and emptiness.

“It’s a pity that I couldn’t persuade the benefactor to put down the butcher knife.” Xinji stopped the wooden fish, Shi Shiran said.

Duo Ercha let out a hey: “Slaughtering all sentient beings is a Buddha.”

Following his words, a gust of wind howled in the Daxiong Palace, blowing out candles one by one.

Heart still and unhurried, he rang the wooden fish again, and said solemnly in his mouth:

“Shariputra, is the empty phase of all dharmas, neither birth nor death”

In his left palm, a burst of glazed Buddha light suddenly appeared, and there were bursts of Zen voices:

“Never dirty, neither increase nor decrease”

The Buddha’s light converged on Xinji, making him like a solemn Buddha statue, and the golden sculpture behind him, one small and one large, one virtual and one solid, one moving and one still, forming an indescribable scene.

Duo Ercha’s expression became solemn: “You are willing to give up so many relics.”

He swung his right fist, the strong wind in front of him condensed into a giant dragon, and lightning from the sky struck the roof of the hall.

“There is no suffering to destroy the Tao, no wisdom and no gain.” Xinji clapped out his left palm, and the BuddhaGuang Dasheng, King Kong glared.

Meng Qi carp stood up straight, looking for the Jie Dao that he had thrown out of his hand, and watched the battle between Jiang Zhiwei and Zhang Yuanshan with all his strength. At the same time, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Qi Zhengyan picked up his long sword and stood there hesitantly There.

Zhang Yuanshan was great at defending, Jiang Zhiwei’s swordsmanship was unparalleled, one defense and one attack, unexpectedly stopped Tang Shun temporarily.

Originally, based on their current situation, Tang Shun could forcefully break through Zhang Yuanshan’s defense with a few quick moves, but at critical moments, Jiang Zhiwei’s “White Rainbow Piercing the Sun Sword” was like a poisonous snake coming out of its hole, piercing his body nimbly and terrifyingly. A few blocked doors forced him to give up attacking and turn to defense, giving Zhang Yuanshan a chance to breathe.

And if he wanted to defeat Jiang Zhiwei first, he couldn’t break through Zhang Yuanshan’s sword power.

Seeing such a situation, Meng Qi was secretly happy. Qi Zhengyan should not hesitate anymore. With his help, Jiang Zhiwei and Zhang Yuanshan would be able to hold Tang Shun back until the mission was over.

Just as Meng Qi found his Jie Dao and was about to join the battle group, Zhang Yuanshan’s body trembled suddenly, and the momentum of his sword suddenly slowed down.

Oops, his injury can’t be suppressed

As soon as this sentence flashed into Meng Qi’s mind, he saw Tang Shun seized the opportunity, slapped Zhang Yuanshan’s long sword flying with his palm, kicked Zhang Yuanshan’s side with his left foot, and kicked him flying horizontally.

The sound of Zhang Yuanshan’s ribs breaking was clearly audible, and after he landed, blood spurted wildly. He wanted to stand up but was unable to do so, and was in a state of serious injuries and dying.

Without his defense, Jiang Zhiwei immediately confronted Tang Shun, and within two or three hits, because of his unstable injury, lack of strength, and less agility than when he was in full bloom, Tang Shun found a good opportunity to hit him hard with his left palm. The sword, bullying in front of him, exerted force on his right shoulder, knocking her into the air.

Jiang Zhiwei’s clothes fluttered and she gritted her teeth tightly, but the blood from the corner of her mouth overflowed like she didn’t want money. Even so, she still held the long sword tightly.

“It’s a very ingenious effort to unleash strength.” Tang Shun was stunned for a moment, and then praised. He originally thought that this blow could directly kill Jiang Zhiwei, but who knew that it could only seriously injure him, “It’s a pity, it’s a pity, you can’t even hit a child now.”

He looked around, saw the wounds, the weak and the weak, secretly complacent, and laughed loudly: “Your martial arts are all exquisite, and it is obvious that their inheritance is extraordinary. Why don’t you teach them to me, and I will make your death easier, okay?”

As he said that, he looked at Jiang Zhiwei: “You little girl is so handsome, she is actually the only one Tang has ever seen in her life, if it wasn’t for the death order of the general, I wouldn’t say that I would feel sorry for you, hehe, I like your kind of martial arts best. You’re a fierce chivalrous woman, if you hug her to the bed, I’ll see if you beg for mercy.”

Jiang Zhiwei looked extremely annoyed, but with her current injury, it was very difficult for her to even speak, so she could only pant heavily.

While talking, Tang Shun approached Jiang Zhiwei and Zhang Yuanshan, and turned sideways to Meng Qi and Qi Zhengyan, intending to put pressure on them to death with words and momentum, and force them to find out the secrets of magic skills.

In fact, he has a unique method of coercing questions, which is extremely vicious, but Jiang Zhiwei and Zhang Yuanshan are seriously injured and are not far from death. If he uses this method, it is likely to “end” without asking anything.

“You little monk, what do you think? Your martial arts are mediocre, and your strength is low. Well, it’s better to kill you first.” Tang Shun decided to make an example of others, and picked Meng Qi, who was the least valuable for questioning.

Meng Qi kept cursing obscenities, but his heart was strangely calm, and he kept thinking about how to deal with it.

Although he knew that compared with the strength and situation of the two sides, the hope was extremely slim, but he did not collapse, trying to seize the chance.

“Use eight moves to dodge there and cut his vitals.” Meng Qi watched Tang Shun approach step by step, ready to fight to the death.

“If you don’t fight, you are doomed to die, then you might as well go all out”

Tang Shun walked towards Meng Qi with a smile, but looked at Jiang Zhiwei and Zhang Yuanshan, waiting for them to surrender.

“Little monk, do you think I should remove your left hand or your right leg first, or you want to be an eunuch first?” Tang Shun laughed.

As soon as he finished speaking, his expression froze suddenly, and a white light bloomed in Qi Zhengyan’s hands, getting brighter and hotter, shining on everyone, and hitting Tang Shun who was caught off guard.

Amidst Tang Shun’s furious roar, there was the sound of thick cloth being torn, and at this moment, another white glow flew out from Qi Zhengyan’s hand, dazzling and even more fierce, hitting Tang Shun with a “swish”. Reluctantly raised the blocking right palm, pierced directly, and hit the chest.

“Mother and Son’s soul dart” Meng Qi felt vaguely familiar. It was the hidden weapon of the Tang Sect that left a deep impression on him when he read novels before.

But he didn’t have time to think about it, all the attacks he had planned just now became instinctive, he dodged, fell, rolled, got in front of Tang Shun, stabbed with the long knife, and penetrated into Tang Shun’s lower abdomen from the lower shade door.

Meng Qi turned around hard, blood poured down his head, and the heat rolled.

He didn’t care about continuing to use force, discarded the knife and rolled away to avoid Tang Shun’s dying counterattack.

Tang Shun’s tragic cry echoed in the back mountain, like a lone wolf weeping at the moon, like a ghost crying at a grave.

The screams gradually became subdued, Tang Shun collapsed with his eyes wide open, a strange-shaped dart stuck in his chest, his lower body was bloody and bloody.

After sending out the “Mother and Child Parting Soul Dart”, Qi Zhengyan seemed to be unable to stand still, and fell to his knees, gasping for breath.

“When did heWhere did the exchanged soul darts come from?” Meng Qi wiped the blood on his face, “Could it be that he exchanged all his Huanhua Sword School martial arts”: