Meng 49 sword

One sword, two swords, countless swords.

The fierce sword energy cut through the night, smashed the willow leaves by the bridge, and turned them into catkins flying all over the sky.

If you ignore Xiao Su's murderous aura, and ignore those figures hiding behind, wouldn't it be beautiful to see the flying leaves intertwined with the sword light at this moment?

The only fly in the ointment is that the clouds cover the stars, and only a pointed crescent moon hangs proudly high.Meng Qiqi seemed to be dumbfounded, his clothes danced with the sword energy, but he looked up at the sky, filled with the scattered starlight in his eyes, and did not move.

He is like a fairy under the moon, ethereal and unattainable.

But the sword is merciless, it is the coldest killing weapon, in an instant, Lian Ye's throat was cut.But Meng Qiqi is not alone, he has the sharpest sword in the world.

"Dang! Dang! Dang!" Chen Boyan swung his sword to knock down all the attacks, never leaving Meng Qiqi half a step away.Chen Boyan's sword is undoubtedly extremely fast and elegant. Such a handsome and handsome fairy is waving the sword in front of you. Just looking at it, infinite poetic feelings will emerge in your heart.

It's a pity that Meng Qiqi doesn't know how to compose poems, but he seems to be able to understand Zhou Ziheng's pride in drinking and composing poems every time he fights.

Drinking is bad, poetry is useless, but life is to do some useless things.

Chen Boyan is his wine and his poems.

"Master's nephew." Meng Qiqi suddenly smiled and pinned his shoulder, fingers snake-like along his arm and caressed the back of his hand, the heat was on Chen Boyan's ear, making him almost forget that there are enemies around .

But Meng Qiqi held his hand in this moment of fascination, the sword light flashed, and the long sword instantly pierced into the chest of a black figure beside him.

The black shadow froze in place, Meng Qiqi held Chen Boyan's hand and pulled out the sword. The moment the sword went away, the black shadow turned into a puff of smoke and dissipated invisible.

The fairy who was still independent from the world just now, turned into a murderous devil in the blink of an eye.Meng Qiqi let go of Chen Boyan's hand, drew his sword out of its sheath, and picked up several black shadows with his swift pace.

These black shadows are not human, they seem to be just human figures wrapped in black mist, and they are not afterimages, but they can attack.Meng Qiqi suddenly remembered what Zhou Ziheng had said about the past in Yinshan. Are these inexplicable shadows the same as those in Yinshan?But now is not the time to prove it. If the black shadow does not have a sword in his hand, there must be someone behind him who wields the sword.

Chen Boyan followed quickly, the two exchanged a look, and they rushed out together.

Under the moonlight, Leng Yi quietly climbed up the tiles, and the bluestone slabs in the alley were shattered into countless fine pieces by the sword energy.And the crescent moon, which was still exposed just now, was completely covered by dark clouds, and there was not a single star in the sky.

Meng Qiqi slashed all the way, cutting down forty or fifty black shadows, but he didn't touch a single person.At this time, several black shadows suddenly appeared from the dark corner in front of them, rushing towards Meng Qiqi.

Meng Qiqi sneered, "Playing tricks."

Xiujian pulled out a sword flower, but it was not Lianhua.Meng Qiqi's figure suddenly appeared behind the black shadows, sweeping the sword in his hand, killing half of the black shadows with one blow.

At the same time, Chen Boyan arrived, and the azure figure flew straight past the black shadows. Before people could clearly see what happened, those black shadows collapsed.

Meng Qiqi's figure had already appeared on the roof, the black tiles were shattered by his toes, a cold aura burst from his sword, and several flying swords left his body and shot towards the empty roof, "Come out!"

"Ding!" There was an echo from the void, and the hidden ghost appeared in its original form, cutting down the flying sword neatly.It was a tall man, dressed in black, with a plain white mask on his face.

Simple black and white, clear and distinct, but strange.

Meng Qiqi stopped attacking, and the man's sword slowly lowered.The two were separated at the two ends of the roof. He tilted his head slightly to look at Meng Qiqi, and suddenly smiled and said, "Meng, Xiu?"

"Who are you?" Meng Qiqi asked.

"It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is that I know who you want to find." Perhaps because of the mask, the man's voice was muffled.

Meng Qiqi raised her eyebrows and asked back: "Then tell me, who am I looking for?"

"Insatiable is in my hands." The man threw out the bait directly, and said, "As long as you come with me, I'll hand him over to you, how about it?"

"Well, you are so kind, why didn't you just tell me his whereabouts?" Meng Qiqi smiled sarcastically.

The man glanced at Chen Boyan, who was temporarily entangled, and said: "We are very sincere, just want to invite you to come over for a briefing. He is right, although your Lianhua can only produce 49 swords, but the power of each sword It’s not bad. Although it’s not as good as Zhou Ziheng’s back then, it’s still good enough.”

Hearing this, Meng Qiqi remained calm, but his heart was filled with turmoil.who is he?Who is this "we"?While thinking, Meng Qiqi replied: "No matter how powerful I am, I can't compare to his one hundred and eight swords, can I?"

"He..." The man just said a word, then stopped suddenly, "You tell me what to say."

"Yes." Meng Qiqi smiled innocently.

The man was surprised by his calmness and was slightly taken aback.Then he came back to his senses, a cunning light flashed in his eyes, and said: "Since you already know his identity, why don't you follow me to see him. He is waiting outside the city. I believe you have a lot to ask him." .”

"Really, is he just outside the city? Then I do have a lot of things I want to ask him. Ask him where he has been all these years, and ask him how he tricked me into being the little uncle in this lonely mountain, and his conscience hurts... ..." Meng Qiqi raised her sword and walked towards the man while talking.

Although the man was vigilant, he reckoned that Meng Qiqi saw Zhou's eagerness, so he maintained a friendly attitude, but who knew, Meng Qiqi drew his sword and slashed at him as he spoke.

"Old man Zhou Ziheng, how dare he show up? He wants to die!" Meng Qiqi's mouth was ruthless, and his hands were unambiguous.That sword move stabbed at the man's life gate, fast and accurate, and the killing intent was condensed into a line.If Zheng Cheng were here, he would probably be horrified.

This is the real killing move. Compared with Meng Qiqi, Zheng Cheng is just a melon who just learned how to kill.

"Pfft." A line of blood was drawn with one stroke, the man stepped faster, and with a wave of his hand, several black shadows stopped in front of Meng Qiqi, buying time for himself to breathe.He quickly calmed down the astonishment in his heart. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the bloody mouth on his arm, and his eyes were dim.

It seemed that they still underestimated this Meng Qiqi, his strength far exceeded his own cultivation.If he's not mistaken, Meng Qiqi has just broken through the third level.

"Meng Qiqi, do you really want to be my enemy?!" The man stopped Meng Qiqi from killing again with his sword, and stopped drinking.

With a merciless sneer, Meng Qiqi flipped the sword to block the man's sword, and at the same time he pulled out a sword flower again, the silver lotus stretched on the tip of the sword, and a terrifying pressure spread along with it.

"In order not to be an enemy, you ask Zhou Ziheng to come and tell me in person!"

The silver lotus blossoms were drawn as petal flying swords in the man's shrunken pupils, overwhelming the sky.

49 swords, although it sounds not as powerful as one hundred and eight swords, but this cannot change the fact that 49 swords are enough!

The man retreated again and again, holding the sword in one hand to block, and with the other hand, he continuously summoned black shadows and rushed towards the flying sword.In an instant, the sky above the roof was covered with a black mist from which shadows dispersed. In the black mist, broken tiles and sword lights flew together, and in the center of everything, the Xiujian stirred up a cyclone, and when the sword was swung, there was the sound of wind and thunder.

Chen Boyan raised his head suddenly, he was surrounded by too many shadows, and two men in black kept interfering with his movements, making him unable to get away for a while.

Of course, he also intended to watch Meng Qiqi's conversation with the man.

It's just that changes often happen in the blink of an eye. Chen Boyan only heard a "continue", and a letter fluttered down from above.

The two people who blocked Chen Boyan saw this letter, although they didn't know what the letter was useful for, they immediately took action to intercept it.But how could Chen Boyan let them succeed, no longer deliberately suppressing them, the sword in his hand was suddenly raised, he swung his sword to stop one person, and at the same time he kicked the other out with his kick, and grabbed the letter with his hand.

The letter was collected in the Sumeru Precept, and Chen Boyan's figure did not hesitate for a moment, and immediately chased in the direction Meng Qiqi left.But after ten breaths, Chen Boyan had to stop.

He stood on the corner of a restaurant's raised eaves, looking out at Jinling City, which was just lit up.The red lanterns lit up along the river meander like a dragon, and the dignitaries who are not drunk and never return are still searching for the red lips of beauties in the flickering candlelight.

Where is Meng Qiqi?

On the way here, there were no pursuers, and everything just now, like a fantasy in Jinling's prosperous dream, disappeared in a snap of the fingers.

Chen Boyan couldn't help laughing, he was secretly observing Meng Qiqi, and Meng Qiqi might have been on guard against him.About the group just now, Meng Qiqi should know something, but he left Chen Boyan behind and chased after him, probably because he didn't want Chen Boyan to know too much.

But the first reaction in Chen Boyan's mind was to worry about his safety, which made Chen Boyan even more suspicious of whether he had fallen victim to the "Meng Qiqi" Gu.

At the same time, Wang Wannan, who was sitting on the top of the Lion Tower, looked at the direction where the lotus bloomed just now, lifted up the roasted pig's trotter and took a big bite.He suspected that Zhou Ziheng's evil descendant was causing trouble again. It was really annoying. He just wanted to find a quiet place where no one was drinking and eating meat. Why is it so difficult?

After a while, he remembered Wang Ziling's shit-like record during the day, and almost spat out the meat he ate.

"It's a shame, it's a shame..." Wang Wannan muttered to himself, looking up at the sky, it was about to rain.

The next day, the big competition continued, and this day was the essay test.

The literary test in Xianmen is not compared with piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry and articles, but with formulas.Early in the morning, Mrs. Wang posted an incomplete formula in front of the pagoda in the martial arts arena in the center of the lake. This formula is called "Wind and Thunder Jue", and if you learn this formula, you can summon wind and thunder.

There are tens of thousands of formulas in the world, including sword formulas and sword formulas.Fenglei Jue is one of the few Jue that does not limit weapons, and if practiced to great success, its power will be infinite.Wang's willingness to take it out can be said to be extremely generous.

Wang Changlin stood upstairs with his hands behind his back, looked at the monks on the terrace gently but full of majesty, and said: "Today's competition is very simple, whoever can comprehend this incomplete formula and attract the most thunder will win."

Hearing this, the cultivators were all gearing up, especially the casual cultivators.They have very few chances to come into contact with this kind of formula, and now they finally come across one, even if it is incomplete, it is exciting.

Only a few thoughtful people looked up in doubt and looked up at the seniors on the seventh floor—Meng Xiu from the Jiange of Gushan, where did he go?