() The moonlit night is deep, the wind is bone-chilling, and the long and narrow alley is extremely quiet.
A gray-robed figure walked swiftly, waving his big sleeves as he walked, and entered the alley in a few steps. Suddenly, a sword light appeared in the darkness, like lightning, and disappeared in a flash, and then made a sharp sound.
The sword roars through the sky.
Although the gray-robed figure was on guard, the sword light that suddenly appeared was too fast, and he could only duck and lean back in a hurry. Only then did he avoid the vital part of his head, but the hood on his head was lifted open.
Revealing the huge ring scar on his shiny bald head.
He is indeed a Shaolin monk!
Liu Meng's surprise attack was almost successful, but the opponent reacted quickly and was agile. Although he felt regretful, he did not dare to relax at all. Since he had taken the upper hand, he would go all out and never let the opponent get a chance to breathe. At that moment, the long sword was unfolded.
, using up 100% of the inner strength of Zhenyue Jue, the wind returned and the electricity stimulated, the solitary wild goose flew south, and the solitary wild goose flew away. Three quick and violent moves were executed in succession, and the sound of the sword tip piercing the air was continuous, forcing the gray-robed monk to be unable to resist.
He took small steps back.
This monk was very experienced in fighting enemies. Under such unfavorable circumstances, he kept making false moves with his hands. The strong wind stirred up as he waved his robe sleeves, but he used his unique skill of Prajna Palm, trying to find an opportunity to block and block the opponent.
Stabs like a gust of wind in order to restore the situation.
Unfortunately, it was the disciples of the Hengshan sect who made the surprise attack this time. Their swordsmanship was most famous for their swiftness and ruthlessness. Liu Meng, in particular, knew that his cultivation level was not deep and he had put in a lot of effort relying on the auxiliary training system. How could he fight against a highly skilled swordsman?
The enemy took advantage of his quick sword, but he had rehearsed it countless times, how could he let the gray-robed monk easily reverse it?
The gray-robed monk's palm power was very strong, and a strong force would come from the occasional touch. Regardless of the bloody wounds on his wrists cut by the long sword, he tried to block the continuous sword power. Seeing the monk's desperate efforts, Liu Meng
He also used his internal strength to the extreme, endured the numbness and soreness in his right hand holding the sword, and used the long sword even more continuously like the wind and rain.
Jinghong from a Thousand Miles Away, Duanyan Guhong, Qingyin Returning to the Wind, and another three consecutive moves to quickly thrust out, especially the last move Qinghui Wind, which uses the wonderful attack angles of the previous two moves to put the opponent into a body distortion and unfavorable movement
Immediately afterwards, Liu Meng made a leap, bent and reversed in the air, and while the tip of the sword trembled, he unleashed an all-conquering killing move "One Sword Falling Nine Wild Geese"!
The sound of chi chi breaking through the air sounded almost at the same time. This move almost focused all Liu Meng's energy, bringing up the cold stars and directly covering the opponent's shiny bald head.
But is it such a wonderful swordsmanship? The gray-robed monk was so confident that he followed him alone into the narrow alley, expecting to be discovered and escape unscathed. Unexpectedly, he was unable to regain his advantage from the moment he was attacked by his opponent.
He didn't even get a decent chance to fight back. His opponent's swift and ruthless swordsmanship hit the vital point with every move. A slight oversight would result in an instant death.
But the opponent not only drew the sword quickly, but the connection between the sword moves was also incomparable. He was forced to dodge according to the gaps left by the opponent. In the end, his waist was twisted, his legs were unable to bear the strength, and he was in an inevitable danger.
territory.
The sword wind stirred, and before the tip of the sword hit, the cold air from it stung several vital points on his head with pain. The gray-robed monk realized that life and death were at stake, and immediately roared, and his head and face suddenly turned yellow.
He was so angry that he turned his hands over and over again and used his flesh palms to meet him, trying to block this mysterious and powerful sword with the golden bell that he had practiced hard for more than ten years.
After a few chichis, Liu Meng barely touched the ground and jumped backwards. He stood up and looked around. He saw the gray-robed monk standing motionless. Five holes had been pierced through his fleshy palms.
.The head and face were dripping with blood, and the shape was extremely horrific.
Relying on the feeling from the sword, Liu Meng knew that after piercing the opponent's palm, the tip of the sword hit the Baihui point on the top of his head, and all the energy attached to the sword had been activated. In this way, even if the opponent's King Kong was reincarnated, after death
If the acupuncture point is stabbed, you can only honestly go to the West to obtain scriptures.
Standing with the sword in his backhand, Liu Meng used the dim moonlight to watch the gray-robed monk's face gradually change from light yellow to pale. Then when the deathly ashes came into his eyes, the monk's body shook twice and then fell back slumped.
Being cautious, Liu Meng was still a little worried, and continued to watch in a alert posture for a while. When he saw the monk lying motionless on the ground, with no movement in his chest and abdomen, he stepped forward and stabbed twice with the tip of his sword.
Acupoints to ensure that the opponent cannot die again.
This fight didn't last long. Counting the wind-returning electric shock that started the sneak attack, it was only ten moves. But it was the most mentally draining battle for Liu Meng since he entered this world. The monk was dead, and there was no longer anything like what he had just done.
Looking at the aura of a dragon and a tiger, looking at the slightly older face of the other party, it is obvious that he is not young. He must be a senior monk of the Cheng generation. I don't know whether he is an Arhat from Bodhidharma Academy or a warrior monk from Arhat Hall.
Raising his hand to wipe the sweat from his face, Liu Meng couldn't help but secretly say it was a fluke. Thanks to his decisive decision, he lured the monk into the alley for a desperate sneak attack. Otherwise, he would definitely not be his opponent if they faced him head-on in an open area.
Killing a Shaolin monk in Dengfeng City is an extremely shocking thing. When someone discovers it tomorrow, there will be no place for others in Dengfeng City. Destroy corpses and eliminate traces, essential skills for walking in the rivers and lakes, Liu Meng
Naturally, I have learned it before, and thanks to the teachings of the information-explosion society, I know all the various methods. It was just the first time I did this kind of thing, and it was inevitably a little disgusting, so I just dealt with it briefly.
It was a pity that he didn't ask Wei Xiaobao for the corpse-dissolving potion. Liu Meng thought for a while, raised his sword and swiped it a few times, scratching all the dead monk's face, and then cut off the head and hands that could reveal the identity of the deceased.
, wrapped in a gray robe, climbed over the wall and crossed the courtyard, walked to several large houses, found a well and threw it in.
After returning to the inn to fetch water and wash himself, Liu Meng didn't dare to be careless. He held his long sword and closed his clothes and fell asleep. When he got up the next day, he asked the waiter to go to the street to buy some ointments and powders, and held them for the past few days according to Master Hu Yuanlin's instructions.
According to the instructions, take some and mix it into a paste, and dress it up carefully in front of the bronze mirror. It turns a delicate and kind-looking face into the image of a sickly man with a slightly yellow face and black cheeks.
When he changed into an ordinary coarse cotton-padded jacket, put on a thick cotton felt hat, and had a deep voice and coughed from time to time, Liu Meng transformed into a businessman suffering from overwork and various diseases.
First, he walked around the street a few times to confirm that there was nothing unusual. It seemed that the Shaolin sect had not found out that the eminent monk in the temple had been killed. Liu Meng felt relieved and walked to the bun shop at the gate of Beicheng.
He looked so surprised that he picked up the soup dumplings on his own, and imitated Feng Buji, standing in front of the stall and eating them.
After eating two baskets of juicy and delicious meat-filled soup dumplings, Liu Meng took out a penny from his arms and threw it to the cook in a grand manner. He threatened to say: "No need to look for it!" and then walked away without paying any attention to it.
The roar behind me.
After hanging out in the teahouse for a while, Liu Meng came to the beef restaurant where he and Wei Xiaobao had met. He sat down and ordered a few dishes, eating and waiting. Not long after, a well-dressed rich man hurried away.
He came in, looked around, and when Liu Meng waved, he came over and sat down in surprise.
In order to make it easier for them to meet for business, Liu Meng and Wei Xiaobao decided to meet in this beef restaurant every ten days to listen to the confidential information he had found in the Shaolin Temple. Today was the first time, so Wei Xiaobao was very cautious.
Appointment, came on time.
His expression was tense and exciting. It was certainly the first time for Wei Xiaobao to experience this kind of underground party connection, especially since both of them were carefully disguised. The kind of Xuanhu who walks among the enemy's confidants is most attractive to young people who yearn for a heroic and loyal life.
Wei Xiaobao did have important news to tell him this time. After calming down for a while, he hurriedly whispered: "Old Meng, something really bad is going on! The little emperor has issued an imperial edict, asking me to go to Mount Wutai as a soldier.
Who is the abbot of Liangkuai Temple? What should I do?! The big thing of burning down the Shaolin Temple has not even started yet!"
