Meng 49 sword

Qu Ping was still enduring, he could feel the coercion deliberately released by Wumingjian, getting closer and closer to him.He clenched his teeth tightly, his whole body was tense, as if a cold light was on his back.

He could feel that Wumingjian's large-scale arrest was to lure him out.The more this happened, the more he had to hold his breath.

Can't act rashly.

There can be no fluctuations in Yuanli.

But he is a living person hiding here, I am afraid he still cannot hide from Dazhen's eyes.You must know that today's common people and monks are all concentrated in certain places, and there are very few scattered in the city.

His heartbeat started to speed up inexplicably, and a sense of crisis emerged spontaneously.

Calm down, be calm!

He desperately warned himself that even if the cold sweat dripped from the corners of his forehead, he didn't bother to wipe it off.Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something, and hurriedly took out the map of Shenjing from the Sumeru Ring, and put it on the table to examine it carefully.

Fingertips across the familiar long street, Qu Ping's eyes quickly landed on a certain point - Yulin Terrace.

Yao Guang once said that the most dangerous place is also the safest place.

Although White Mask caused disturbances in Yulin Terrace and other places, he tried to prevent the monks here from rushing to help Chen Boyan.But Chen Boyan's methods are all-powerful, and the city is extremely deep, such a small trick may not be able to last for more than a stick of incense.

Therefore, at this moment, these places should have returned to calm, and they are temporary safe areas.

Under the complex emotions of extreme tension, unwillingness and wanting to do something, Qu Ping's thinking was surprisingly smooth.If he hid in Yulin Terrace now, he might be able to escape Wumingjian's hunt!

Thinking of this, Qu Ping was both excited and nervous, his heart beating like thunder.

At this time, the aura of the Wuming Sword suddenly rose sharply, Qu Ping sensed its rapid approach, finally gritted his teeth, and left the hiding place through the secret tunnel.

Things have come to this point, we can only fight!

At the same time, Meng Qiqi had killed monsters in the forest49.He silently wiped the blood off the ring-shou knife, and when he heard the sound of a dead branch breaking not far away, he immediately hid in the tree vigilantly, watching every move below through the dense branches.

The bushes were trembling, and a monster jumped out of it and saw the corpse of its companion, and let out a low growl anxiously.

Meng Qiqi did not act rashly, he was still observing whether there were other monsters around.

The result was unexpected-it was ordered.

"Pfft!" Although he was puzzled, Meng Qiqi jumped down from the tree without hesitation, and the ring head knife hit the back of the monster beast, killing him with one blow.

Before the monster could utter a cry of pain, it died immediately.

Meng Qiqi is good at killing people, even monsters.In the constant fight with the monsters, he has gradually figured out a set of methods of lore, faster, more accurate, and more ruthless.

"Strange." He muttered, puzzled by the unreasonable distribution of monsters.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred.

As soon as this monster died, the monsters scattered in the distance seemed to sense it, and they all surrounded Meng Qiqi with extremely fast speed and a clear target.

Meng Qiqi frowned, but she was not in a hurry to escape.The monster's behavior was too abnormal, and he obviously didn't make a sound just now.

By the way, voice!

Meng Qiqi suddenly remembered that most of the monsters had lost their sense of hearing, and the sound was meaningless to them.And what is the meaning of evolution?

It is to make up for one's own deficiencies.

The successive deaths of companions and the longing for freedom made the monster give birth to wings.So will the fact of losing the voice stimulate the monsters to evolve new abilities?

For example, the spiritual perception of monks.

Listening in another way is also listening, even more clever.

If this is the case, then the behavior of these monsters scattered in the mountains and forests can be regarded as scouting!

Meng Qiqi was terrified by his bold guess. The moment he figured it out, he immediately jumped up the treetops and quickly broke through the gradually shrinking encirclement of monsters.

If his conjecture is true, then the white mask hiding behind the monster must also know the situation here.When the white mask rushed over, what Meng Qiqi had to face was not just dozens of monsters.

However, opportunities always come with dangers.

Meng Qiqi broke through the encirclement, but did not go far.He lurked for a while, then turned back cautiously, hiding in the dark and watching the monster beasts that fell into the group's anxiety because they didn't block people.

After all, monsters have not developed their spiritual intelligence, so it is not easy to search and hunt them on their own.

Now, just wait for the white mask to come.

Meng Qiqi couldn't tell which direction the white mask would come from, and his spiritual consciousness couldn't be fully deployed with the help of a large formation like in Shenjing, so he called out the little Xiujian in his dantian and let him escape into the dead leaves, like It scouted other directions as silently as a spirit snake.

Immediately, Meng Qiqi disappeared into the snow-covered grass without making a sound.

The wait is always long, but it is not difficult for Meng Qiqi.When he was still practicing with Zhou Ziheng, Zhou Ziheng let him hide in the desert for five full days in order to train him, just to kill a horse bandit leader whose whereabouts were unknown.

That was really a bad memory, Meng Qiqi almost died of dehydration in the sun.

Although the dense forest in winter is not a good place, it is much better than the desert. It's just that Meng Qiqi didn't activate Yuanli to warm his body in order to hide better, so after a while, his nose turned red from the cold.

After an unknown amount of time, Xiu Jian, who was walking close to the ground, suddenly sent back a sense of emotion.

Meng Qiqi's heart trembled, she stopped Xiujian, and used it to perceive the number of people coming.One, two, three... a total of five people, with strange breaths, without Shen Xingzhou.

Meng Qiqi's goal was very clear, only Shen Xingzhou.

Now that Shen Xingzhou is not here, should he avoid these people and find another place?Or simply...kill them all, and use this to draw Shen Xingzhou out?

But after a while, Meng Qiqi had made a decision.

A gleam of coldness flashed in his eyes, almost as warm as the sky and the earth.Immediately, he shot a dart and stabbed a monster walking not far away. The monster immediately let out a cry of pain, causing the rest of the companions to start commotion.

But monsters could easily see through Meng Qiqi's concealment. After a while, the commotion gradually subsided.What Meng Qiqi wanted was this kind of effect, a little commotion, enough to attract White Mask's attention, but not so big that it would be suspected to be a trap.

Hooked.

The corners of Meng Qiqi's mouth hooked into a smile, and he slowly put his hands behind his back, holding the knife in one hand and the sword in the other.

Nearly.

Closer again.

"Sa—" A falcon that came from nowhere suddenly swooped down, Meng Qiqi was startled, but couldn't hold back the killing move.His figure is like a spirit in the snow. The moment he broke through the snow, the flurry of snowflakes seemed like a dream in the falling sky, but it happened to block the sight of the white mask.

As the snowflakes fell, so did Meng Qiqi's sword. Every movement and every turn of his was filled with cruel beauty.

"Roar—" The bloody smell stimulated the monsters, and they finally sensed the strangeness here, roaring and rushing over.

The bloody mouth was close at hand, and the white mask who was farthest away also used his ultimate move in fear. Meng Qiqi glanced coldly, and the knife on the enemy's neck slashed hard, even cutting off the head.

"Adi!" White Mask yelled angrily, staring at Meng Qiqi as if looking at a heinous person.

Meng Qiqi didn't care, she flicked the blood off the knife, and even hooked him.

come.

In the next moment, Treading Snow began to search, and Meng Qiqi's figure turned into a ghost again and disappeared in the winter snow forest.

The white mask looked around nervously, his nerves tensed.He was really going crazy, how could there be someone like Meng Qiqi among the monks, it was really scary.

A drop of cold sweat slid down his cheeks, he didn't dare to look at the corpse of his companion on the ground, and felt a heartfelt horror.It was as if he was being stared at by the most ferocious and cunning beast in the world, but it was clear that he was the monster!

"Meng Qiqi! Come out!" He couldn't help shouting, even death is better than this kind of torture.

But the surroundings fell into calm again, even dead silence.

The monsters seemed to be aware of the uneasiness, their paws were firmly pressed against the ground, their red eyes were looking around, and they were ready to kill people at any time.

But Meng Qiqi still didn't come out.

White Mask knew that there must be a deceit, but he was unwilling to leave like this, so he immediately blew the tree flute to send a message to his companions.

He didn't know that this was in Meng Qiqi's arms.Chen Boyan once told him that this is the classic "unique" style of play.Always keep the last one as bait, constantly attracting new schools of fish.

It's just that he is very concerned-where did the eagle come from?

Compared to Meng Qiqi's preliminary baiting, on the other hand, Chen Boyan's hunting finally made progress.

No matter how secretive Qu Ping was, he still couldn't escape Dazhen's eyes, because Chen Boyan was no stranger to his aura.But just when Chen Boyan wanted to chase him, the white mask who was supposed to be dead on the ground suddenly got into trouble, picked up a dagger and stabbed him fiercely in the back.

In the blink of an eye, Chen Boyan dodged to dodge, but a shallow bloodstain was drawn on his arm.

"You're not dead yet?" He was a little surprised.

"You're surprised that I've tricked you, aren't you?" White Mask gasped, grinning at the corner of his mouth, he was not in vain if he could fool the famous Chen Boyan once.

Chen Boyan didn't want to talk too much with him, so he waved a wind and snow to drown him.

But this person was unexpectedly tenacious, he insisted on resisting and standing still, and swung his hands vigorously, densely packed flying knives and silver needles rushed towards Chen Boyan.

Chen Boyan stretched out his hand, and the barrier opened naturally, and the opponent's attack couldn't hurt him at all.

But there was a hint of curiosity in his heart. This man was clearly at the end of his rope, but he still kept pestering him like this. This perseverance was admirable.

The moment he fell, Chen Boyan turned around and left again, but this man still stubbornly grabbed Chen Boyan's ankle and tried his best to prevent him from leaving.

"You...are you not afraid of retribution...Chen Boyan..."

He vomited blood, and his speech was slurred.But those eyes kept staring at Chen Boyan, as if obsessed with an answer.

"You will be the same as Yao Guang... you will die badly... you executioners!!!"