() His figure is like a fish swimming in the water, flipping around among the girls in red; the tip of the sword stabs and shrinks uncertainly, and every cold light will always bring out blood and screams of pain. Facing this group of ignorant reds
Liu Meng did not show the slightest pity to the members of the Dragon Gate Maiden Cult. He allowed blood to splatter all over his body and took away one life after another with the long sword in his hand like the fangs of a ferocious beast.
Since Liu Meng achieved a small breakthrough in the Zhenyue Determination Technique, the sensitivity of his five senses and six senses has also been greatly improved. Even in a melee, he remains highly vigilant. As the saying goes, he can see in all directions and listen in all directions. He can detect a strong wind.
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Attacked from behind, Liu Meng immediately used his backhand to block the attack. He then lowered his body and used the strong force from the sword to perform the Flying Geese Kung Fu and flew five or six meters to the ground before turning around and standing while waving the sword flower.
Wearing a light beige pink flower skirt, she has a curvy figure, red lips and white teeth as bright as peaches and plums, her eyes seem to contain thousands of amorous feelings, the corners of her mouth are slightly raised, looking at herself with a narrow smile. Su Quan! In Liu Meng's heart
furious
Sheng, the beautiful wife he usually loved the most, now looked like a snake and scorpion. With overwhelming hatred, Liu Meng roared and rushed forward with his sword, the tip of the sword trembling to cover that extremely charming face.
Su Quan chuckled and jumped up suddenly, tapping Liu Meng's wrist with one fragrant foot. At the same time, he swung his sleeves over, wrapped around the opponent's sword and pulled hard, trying to pull the sword away.
Now Liu Meng's internal strength is not inferior to that of Su Quan, and is even more powerful. At that moment, his wrist flicked and turned, and the sword roared continuously, cutting off Su Quan's beautiful light pink sleeves.
The pieces shattered into pieces and were stirred up by the energy, flying up and down like a flock of butterflies.
Both of them had excellent Qinggong skills and fast body movements, and they passed five or six moves in the blink of an eye. Liu Meng was hit by a sword in his left arm. After repeatedly moving the sword palm, the wound widened and the blood flowed non-stop. The entire left arm had been
Numbness inevitably affected his right hand when he drew the sword, so Su Quan was able to deal with it easily and recover from his initial carelessness.
What He Buwei met over there was Hong Antong. He was shocked far away with a careless palm. He wanted to rely on his light skills to swim around, but unexpectedly, Hong Antong's movement was as fast as a ghost, and he couldn't get away from him at all.
The range of the palm wind was extremely dangerous for a moment. Fortunately, Hong Antong and Su Quan made a joke agreement to capture him alive, so he was not beaten to death by three punches and two palms.
At the critical moment, He Buwei risked his life and started a fierce battle with Hui Feng Luoyan swordsmanship, and shouted loudly: "Five Sacred Sword Sects, we live and die together!" He reminded Liu Meng to quickly go to the back of the mourning hall and light the fuse.
Hu Yuanlin, the leader of the attack team of the Wuyue Sword Sect, stood in front of the mourning hall with a long sword in his left hand to watch the battle. When he saw the Huanglongmen formation surrounding him, he knew something was wrong. He immediately asked Elder Tian, who was suffering from internal injuries, to go over to support. He Buwei
After several disciples were replaced, try to hold on for a longer time to lure Hong Antong to take action. Then he saw Liu Meng and He Buwei teaming up to kill Huanglong envoy Yin Jin, and then attacked the Red Dragon Gate formation. They were startled at first and then shocked, and hurriedly left the mourning hall.
He rushed down, trying to pick him up.
Hong Antong's martial arts is already a top master in the world, a little better than the alliance leader Feng Nandi. Among the Five Mountains Sword Sect, only Yuan Chengzhi, Yuan Shishu and Gui Xinshu Gui, who have gone overseas, can be on par with him. Why not be afraid?
, Liu and Meng didn't know the depth of it, and they thought of irritating him rashly, but they were afraid that they wouldn't be able to sustain even five moves. How could they use the sword formation to trap the opponent?
Hu Yuanlin was also an outstanding disciple of the Hengshan sect back then. Although the five fingers of his right hand were mutilated and he could not hold a sword, his Liuyun Palm and Biluo Palm were even more exquisite. After facing Hong Antong, he only took three steps back, his face
se suddenly turned red, then returned to normal. He and He Buwei fought to the left and right, and barely managed to tie with Hong Antong.
When Liu Meng saw his uncle, he also came down to fight, knowing that the most critical moment had been reached, he immediately roared with anger, his teeth were broken, and he used a long sword like a violent wind and rain, so fast and hard that Su Quan kept retreating.
As soon as his opponent was pushed back by his sharp edge, Liu Meng immediately turned around and ran away, using eight steps to chase away the cicada, and rushed straight to the mourning hall, while secretly observing the fighting situation everywhere.
In the melee with Qinglongmen and Huanglongmen, there were very few disciples of the Wuyue Sword Sect in white coats. Only a few of them, under the protection of Elder Tian, barely formed a sword formation to support them. On the Shenlong Sect side, almost all the young men in green were dead.
About forty young men in yellow clothes, under the command of the leader, are forming an array to surround them. If this is the case, it will only be a matter of time before a few people are exhausted.
As for Uncle Hu Yuanlin and his senior brother, they had no chance of winning against Hong Antong. They were just trying to delay time. In just a short moment, Hu Yuanlin was beaten until he vomited blood.
Could it be that the Five Mountains Sword Sect is really going to perish here?
Liu Meng's heart was as painful as being stabbed by a knife and a spear. Like a cornered beast covered with bruises, he rushed past the three paper figures kneeling on the ground in front of the mourning hall, past the incense table with melons and fruits as tributes, and past the memorial tablets enshrining the masters and brothers of the sect.
In the mourning hall, I picked up the torch placed on the ground, picked up the fuse coiled on the ground, and lit it.
"What is this!?" A soft and lustful voice came over, and Su Quan caught up with him. He thought that the young disciple was going to take the opportunity to escape, but when he saw him lighting a fuse, he couldn't help being shocked. After asking,
I immediately remembered that the Wuyue Sword Sect deliberately set up a decisive battle on this slope, and there must be a trap below. Now it seems that the trap turned out to be a poisonous weapon such as gunpowder.
After all, it is a sect that has been passed down for hundreds of years. Even if there are some remnants left, it has not given up its plan to wipe out the enemy. Su Quan felt a little regretful. It was really a bit hasty to come to fight. It would be fine if all four leaders died in the battle.
Even if he borrows a knife to kill someone, he will save trouble in the future, but the young disciples who have worked so hard to cultivate have suffered heavy losses. They stopped five times and then stopped four times, which is really heartbreaking.
At this time, seeing that the opponent's plan was full of tricks, there was no way he could succeed, so he immediately rushed forward to destroy the fuse. Liu Meng used his skills to protect the fuse, and used the Flowing Cloud Palm Technique to fight with Su Quan.
Just wait for the fuse to burn shorter and shorter, and then flatten the hillside with a bang.
The last section of the fuse was buried in the soil, and with the sound of burning, green smoke entered the mourning hall. Liu Meng's boxing and kicking skills were only average, and he saw that the fuse was irreversible. As soon as he relaxed, he was kicked by Su Quan
He screamed in pain and rolled several times on the ground.
It's going to explode! Liu Meng didn't care about Su Quan who was rushing behind him. He used all his internal strength to shout at his uncle and senior brother who were still struggling with Hong Antong: "Leave quickly! It's going to explode soon!"
This loud roar attracted the girls in red who were standing there at a loss. They yelled and charged forward with their swords raised. Su Quan saw Liu Meng's reaction and said anxiously: "Don't come up, there is a trap below."
!Get back quickly!”
Every second was so long. Liu Meng anxiously looked at his uncle and senior brother who were still fighting desperately. Seeing that the two did not escape, but instead moved faster, even Hong Antong's counterattack was not spared.
Blocking. Hu Yuanlin's body was stiff. He received another palm on his chest and his internal organs were shattered. He still hugged the opponent's arm tightly.
Senior brother, why didn't he fear that he was lame on one leg? He pounced on the ground, tightly strangled Hong Antong's legs with his only intact right arm, raised his head and urged Liu Meng, who was eager at the top of the slope: "Xiao Liu! Remember uncle
If you say so, let’s go!”
Poof! With one hand bent into an eagle's claw, Hong Antong grunted, and a murderous look appeared on his ugly face. He no longer cared about the agreement with Su Quan to capture him alive, and grabbed He Buwei's forehead with a slight force, and dug his fingers deeply in.
"Ah——!" Seeing his uncle and senior brother die tragically in front of his eyes, Liu Meng collapsed. The corners of his eyes were cracked, his face was distorted, and he opened his mouth wide but couldn't shout out any sound. He jumped up suddenly and was about to rush down. But at this moment,
A dazzling flash of light appeared, a roaring sound, and the earth shook. The turbulent air wave suddenly hit him, and he fainted immediately without making any resistance. Liu Meng was like a small flying insect in the storm, being suddenly thrown to the ground by the air wave sweeping across the hillside.
He flew away and fell down the high cliff.
And below the cliff, the seawater kept hitting the cliff, stirring up layers of snow, as if it was also whimpering at the tragedy that happened above.
