It seemed to feel that Meng Zhao's rejection and hesitation about the Jianan Pass and his ignorance of the Kuang family, the sick young man named Kuang Tianyou explained,

"The Kuang family was once a member of the Yanzhou family. Several women in the family entered the palace and were enthroned as concubines. However, because of their loss of power, they were suppressed and the entire family was sent to the Jianan Pass."

The introduction of his origin and shortcomings hastily made Meng Zhao feel much more at ease.

At least for now, this person should be seeking cooperation or asking for something, so he seems so open and honest.

Meng Zhao felt even better about him and was about to respond. He got on the other party's boat and saw what he had to say.

In the calm lake water of clear blue, a roar like a giant beast suddenly erupted, and one vortex after another appeared, as if it was about to open its mouth and swallow the two small black boats.

The hull of the boat began to sway extremely unstable, swaying left and right in the gradually rising rain. Fortunately, everyone on the boat was all skilled in martial arts. Even Han Lu, who had the lowest cultivation level and the shallowest attainments, had Liang Muqiu helping him, and was not affected by the violently shaking hull.

Meng Zhao's face changed, and his palm, holding the Buddhist beads, shrank cleverly, and the jade beads were stringed back into his wrist. His sharp eyes looked at Kuang Tianyou on the bow of the ship opposite. Seeing that he was also surprised, he felt a move in his heart.

"Could this change have nothing to do with him?"

As the vortexes expand and collide, the originally calm lake water stirs up turbulent water flows, the waves surging, rolling up huge water waves, and pressing towards the two small boats, giving people a thrilling feeling of facing thousands of troops.

One after another, huge waves slapped on the hull, and the ordinary wooden hull produced by the small workshop began to creak and overwhelmed.

Under the sudden change, Zhuer and Han Lu on the boat were both a little scared. However, Liang Muqiu looked as usual, and a disdainful smile appeared on the corner of his thick lips. Obviously, he didn't really like these small tricks.

Meng Zhao stood on the bow of the boat with his head calm, calm and composed, his clothes fluttered. The oil-paper umbrella above his head had been discarded at some point. The wind and rain were mixed with waves, but it was blocked by an invisible energy. It was unstained by water, adding three points to his momentum.

Kuang Tianyou thought of something, and his face showed a slightly annoyed expression. His dark lips spoke a few words. Then he saw the ordinary boatman shaking the wooden pulp that touched the lake. The entire hull, along with the turtle boat where Meng Zhao was, was instantly like a still mountain of Tai, not at all disturbed by the increasingly surging waves and undercurrents.

At the same time, the oar was like a world-class magical edge, drawing a huge transparent air blade several feet high along the three directions, cutting the flowing water and waves, and slashing it all the way, like a bamboo shoot.

Soon, the water of Chengbi Lake around the two small boats was bubbling with bubbles. After rolling in the red and dirty colors, the bodies of the cut and broken people floated up.

"sharp!"

Meng Zhao looked around and listened to all directions, so he naturally noticed that the boatman had made great achievements as soon as he made a move and secretly praised him.

The boatman seemed to have just shaken the wood pulp in his hand gently, but the ignition of strength, the use of energy, and the performance of ignition without any fireworks was completely at the level of a top expert.

At the same time, Kuang Tianyou's slightly childish voice came,

"Young Master Meng, don't worry, this is a young man who is coming to the bottom, and my subordinates will solve the problem."

After the words came, he saw the lake water under the floating corpse, exploding the splashing water. Eight figures were like strong fish in the water. They jumped out of the lake and rushed towards Meng Zhao on the boat.

The sword light is like the harsh sun at noon in summer, and it bursts out with a dazzling sharp edge. The cold murderous intent is as strong as ice, condensed into sword energy, and it will kill you as soon as you take action.

After the eight killers came to Meng Zhao, they burst into sword energy and killed people in one go. The whole process was not stopped at all, and it was not an exaggeration to say that it was carefully planned.

And everyone seems to be determined to achieve success if they fail, and move forward and attract people's hearts.

Their feeling they gave Meng Zhao was very similar to one person, that is, the tavern servant Xiaonan, who was the assassin who destroyed Lu Haochun, a disciple of the Demon Lord Hall, with two swords.

However, no matter how many calculations or more life-threatening attacks are, they will appear pale and powerless and vulnerable under the suppression of absolute strength.

A huge blue sword light suddenly burst out from Liang Muqiu's body, and he slashed his palm. The sword energy crossed the sky and hit the eight sword energy hard. At almost the same time, he hit the sword energy.

Clam, Clam, Clam...

Eight sounds of gold and iron colliding together came out, and eight well-textured swords were directly shattered by Liang Muqiu's casual hand.

At the same time, eight figures that soared into the sky quickly fell back into the lake at twice the speed before, and soon they floated up one by one, either on their backs or on their faces, and roared unwillingly towards the drizzling sky like oil.

Meng Zhao didn't even move his footsteps, and he looked calm and gently, and smiled and stretched out a thumb at Liang Muqiu.

"Good knife technique!"

What's the good thing?

Fortunately, although Liang Muqiu had innate power, he used the power that did not exceed those assassins to fight back.

With the same force, not only did he defeat the sword energy, but he also used huge shock force to kill the eight assassins on the spot. This performance is even better than that of the boatman of the ship.

It is hard not to doubt whether this woman has too strong desire to win and lose face in front of Meng Zhao, so she did this on purpose.

Liang Muqiu smiled proudly and stood up to dominate the girl's chest, saying,

"Not good, I haven't used real skills yet!"

Meng Zhao did not doubt this.

Until now, he still didn't know what martial arts Liang Muqiu practiced, but from his identity as a descendant of the Liang King and his amazing performance in fighting against Meng Jizu in the reverse rank, his skills may be stronger than those of the Red Flag Order.

This scene fell into the eyes of Kuang Tianyou and the boatman holding the oars, and his heart skipped, his eyelids jumped even more, and he couldn't help but think,

Could it be that the Meng family is so strong that any woman who comes out has such superb martial arts skills?

Looking at Meng Zhao's eyes, there was a little more solemnity, at least it was more important than before.

After Liang Muqiu lightly killed these eight assassins, the originally surging and uncontrollable huge waves and undercurrents all ceased to calm down and turned into calming everything as before.

An inexplicable assassination came to an abrupt end.

Meng Zhao, from beginning to end, never thought of who sent these people and why they wanted to kill him.
Chapter completed!