Reality cannot tolerate Meng Qi's unnecessary thoughts. Jiang Zhiwei's Baihong Guanri Sword suddenly provoked, and the sword was floating, like smoke and clouds and fog, and there were faint bright stars, which were unpredictable. Whether Meng Qi's mind reflects, or judgment of eyes and ears, he could not tell which is true or which is false, or any change could turn into reality.

Meng Qi had to retract his sword, which seemed to be slowly slashing. There were countless changes inside, and each change was so fast that there were only afterimages to adapt to changes.

Dangdang, as the swords and swords continued to fight, Meng Qi found that Jiang Zhiwei's true energy was extremely condensed, like a trace of sword energy, which could not be borrowed or removed.

Changes continued to unfold, Jiang Zhiwei's long sword suddenly closed, and the ancient and strong sword was chopped underground. It was clumsy and stronger than the energy, and its momentum was suppressed in Meng Qi's eyes, like a mountain falling down directly.

The surrounding area is filled with faint glazed Buddha light, Jiang Zhiwei's sword force, and Meng Qi's sword moves will drive the flowing light, leaving a moment in the air, causing the two to fight in the traces of the past, creating a scene that is as if they are dreamy and not as illusory as they are.

Faced with this sword, Meng Qi had no chance to send a message or shout loudly. He could not try to call his name and let Jiang Zhiwei struggle. He could only slash out quickly, like lightning flashing across the sky to break the momentum quickly.

Jiang Zhi's micro sword reached the middle of the way and suddenly accelerated. The long sword was like dragging the afterimage and slashed to Meng Qi's blade, as if he had been waiting for him to deal with it like this.

It is difficult to exert force from the side, Meng Qi's right hand is heavy, and Tian Zhi's injury almost escapes.

Jiang Zhi's micro-sword unfolds, sometimes as fast as thunder, sometimes pure and still, sometimes spiritual and changeable, sometimes strange peaks stand out, sometimes contrary to the sword principles, everywhere, and sometimes the sword becomes Tai Chi, which is exactly the same.

She was very particular about every sword and was able to pick it up with ease. She was more than Mengqi's sword technique than Mengqi's sword technique.

Meng Qi's swordsmanship also gained nearly ten essences, but he was always unable to integrate them into one and displayed them at will in his own story. They were like beams and pillars, and had not yet been built into a hall.

But Jiang Zhiwei's sword technique has reached this level. Each sword points directly to Meng Qi's flaws, and just shows the most suitable essence. Moreover, each sword is not completely separated, but is obscured by some rules.

From traditional to simple, from simple to traditional, Dugu Yijian, there is no difference.

Meng Qi was completely at a disadvantage and could only be exhausted from defense and was tense, like a bowstring ready to go. If he didn't, Jiang Zhiwei would create opportunities, he would encounter a series of killer strikes, one after another, and it would be unbearable.

He also wanted to use swordsmanship and swordsmanship to tell stories. But when he first faced his friends, he had no way to develop murderous intent and not afraid of murdering by chance. His aura was suppressed by Jiang Zhiwei, who was "demonic", and his spiritual confrontation fell at a disadvantage. He could not exert his eight stops in the strength of ten stops. At the current situation, if he wanted to rise up and tell a wonderful story, how difficult?

Can't hold on like this anymore!

Meng Qi knew something was wrong. If this continues, he will be more and more involved in the game. I am afraid he will not even have a chance to fight back!

He used the ** mysterious skill, his body was lightened with gold, and he suddenly slashed out with a knife, as if he was ignoring the consequences, and exchanged his injuries for injuries.

The silver-white light jumped, leaving snake-like marks in the faint glaze surrounding it. Jiang Zhiwei's long sword broke and stabbed Meng Qi's back, which was still in the old place or in the old place. The previous strength was even left. If it was layered, Meng Qi was afraid that he could not hold the wound of the sky.

The sword stabbed, and the power was weak. Meng Qi's "Sheng Sword" followed, and the long sword in his left hand stabbed out at the same time. There was no time difference, and it was almost at the same time.

Jiang Zhiwei's long sword was horizontal, and the hilt of the sword hit Meng Qi Liuhuo with a slight slightest attack, but his strength was still weak.

At this moment, Meng Qi's "sword of the sky" was raised and he slashed down. The sword was strong and shattered eight times in the original earthquake. He slashed out eight times before he could slash out the entire time.

"Crazy thunder shook the sky"!

Relying on ** Xuan Gong and mutual understanding between the left and right, Meng Qi finally seized the opportunity!

Originally, using Ananda's sword technique to break the deeds is easier to control the other party, but the "Yuan Demon" consciousness is possessed, and Meng Qi is afraid of adding fuel to the obsession and desire caused.

Boom!

The airflow compression caused by the eight virtual slashes brought out loud thunder, adding to the momentum of strength.

The purple lightning is spit out and turns into a crazy dragon. After Meng Qi's ** mysterious skill is promoted to the seven orifices, he no longer needs to deliberately accumulate purple thunder power. He can directly use his own true energy to simulate purple electric power, and the power difference is as if it is!

It is more magical than Xiao Wuxiang Gong and Guizang All Things!

Of course, the premise is to have the core part of the exercises and the luck route.

The crazy electric dragon intertwine heads and tails intersect, absorbing the vitality of the air flow, making the surrounding void feel collapsed in the center, thus making the knife look vast, like a rolling purple wheel, crushing everything and invincible!

Even after being deceived, Jiang Zhiwei seemed to be able to defend herself against Meng Qi's sword, but the Baihong Guanri Sword that she hit the fire rebounded strangely, half a breath faster than Meng Qi expected.

She did not defend and counterattack, and the sword light surged, purely as one, and also had a flaw after attacking the sea, splitting mountains and splitting oceans, and was vast and unstoppable. She slashed the mad thunder and shook the nine sky, and the momentum rose to its peak.

How could it be... Meng Qi's pupils contracted slightly, and the surrounding scene suddenly reflected in his mind. He saw countless traces remaining on the faint glaze, and it was not too late to disappear. From Jiang Zhiwei's first move to the present "strike the sea".

The traces are mysterious, like the trajectory of stars, and the sword tip is like stars.

At this moment, the glazed Buddha light filled with all directions seemed to have turned into an endless universe, but Jiang Zhiwei's sword move was like a star filled inside, surrounding Meng Qi's sword move, and there was no vitality in all directions.

The stars are dotted and connected, turning into beautiful nebula, and the most brilliant, brightest and most critical star is this "strike to the sea"!

It turned out that this was a sword that she had been accumulating power for a long time. She had to have expected deception. If I did not use ** mysterious skills and fight with each other to regain some situation, then I would be completely passive now and have no chance of winning!

Boom!

Nine thunder and lightning dragons were cut into two pieces, and the purple exploded, completely disrupting the traces on the surrounding glass Buddha light. The swords and swords were fighting each other, no longer a crisp sound, but a roar and explosion.

After Meng Qi swung his long sword, his true energy stagnated, and the subsequent "Flying Immortal from the Sky" was half a beat slower.

Jiang Zhiwei's echoing sword had already risen again, and Meng Qi suddenly felt that his soul was intimidated, and his whole body became numb. His move became slow.

Before the sword move was released, the divine intention arrived first, and the glazed Buddha light seemed to be a little dim. This is the Dharma body killing move "Sword comes out of selflessness".

Meng Qi knew it was it, but he knew it was different from reacting. The soul seemed to be suppressed by the sword intent, bound by some unchanging law between heaven and earth. No matter how he responded, it seemed that he would be slower and separated by life and death.

He tried his best to use the "Immortal Seal Method" and "Change the Sky and Strike the Earth". He tried his best to use the "Flying Immortal from the Sky", but the sword light seemed to have condensed, and Jiang Zhi's slightly bright red and weird eyes were looking at him ruthlessly.

Suddenly, a slight rippling roar appeared in Jiang Zhiwei's pupils, as if they were struggling, and the sword intent became unstable.

Opportunity? Meng Qi didn't have time to think about anything else. He stepped on his side, like a chariot running. He directly narrowed the distance between the two sides to within three feet. His left shoulder deliberately hit Jiang Zhiwei's sword tip, and the light gold was penetrated, but it weakened the damage. The musculoskeleton used force to clamp the long sword.

Jiang Zhi pulled hard and Meng Qi rushed forward, and the two sides were close at hand. The breath could be heard.

Jiang Zhiwei did not try to draw the sword again, but instead thrust his sword energy. Her ultimate move of Dharma body was interrupted because of herself. There was some backlash and she could not urge the treasure soldiers for the time being.

The light gold is bright and bright, and the sharpness is confronting, and the sound of separation is constantly coming.

It doesn't take long, just one breath!

Meng Qi's right hand fell to the ground by himself, and his five fingers pinched the wonderful mark and pressed the big acupoint in front of Jiang Zhiwei.

Jiang Zhiwei's left hand was a sword pointing, pointing to Meng Qi's palm.

Meng Qi pointed his five fingers, and Jiang Zhi raised his sword and poked his nose. It was offset by the mysterious skill, and only two strands of blood flowed out.

Then, Meng Qi waved his right hand and hit Jiang Zhiwei Danzhong with his palm. His index finger suddenly pointed it out, revealing his strength, as if starlight gathered, and quickly spread to the big acupoints elsewhere.

Star God’s Crying Finger!

Jiang Zhiwei slowly fell to the ground, and his hand holding the long sword was not loose at all.

Seeing this, Meng Qicai breathed a little relieved and did not dare to waste time. He directly searched for Jiang Zhiwei's purse and other places and took out the filth-pull pill.

With a slight force on his right hand, Jiang Zhi opened her mouth slightly, Meng Qi bounced his left hand with a bent finger, and pulled out the filth pill and flew into her mouth, which melted when it encountered water.

Then, Meng Qi pressed her vest with her palm and used her strength to help her express her medicinal power. Then she took out the coldness in front of the Buddha and placed it in front of Jiang Zhiwei, and injected her spirit into her, which directly stimulated her.

The lights are like beans, but they can illuminate the ten directions, and the meaning of warmth, purity and solemnity are everywhere, complementing the surrounding glass Buddha light.

This place seems to be no longer a demon world, but a Buddha land.

The green light shone on Jiang Zhiwei's body, with a trace of demonic energy exposed, and a twisted black shadow hidden in the middle of her eyebrows.

Meng Qi's face turned solemn, and his temperament changed, like the sky overlooking the changing world, and invaded Jiang Zhiwei's spiritual sea with changes of heaven and earth.

Half the sea of ​​soul is pitch black, and half of the remaining "sword energy" is scattered and resisting stubbornly.

After mid-air, Jiang Zhiwei's soul was weak and entangled by a trace of black air. His eyes were blood-red and empty, and the sharp aura gradually turned into filth.

When the lights shine, the medicine is erect, and the black gas is stabilized and slowly dissolves.

Meng Qi directly evoked Jiang Zhiwei's memory fragments, and countless golden lights gathered, invested in her soul, allowing her to escape the influence of killing.

"…I've already figured out your nickname after you become famous."

"What?"

"The Sword God of Chicken Slaughtering."

The sound echoed, Jiang Zhiwei's eyes broke away from the void, and his soul turned into a sword energy, rising into the sky.

The black air shattered, screams erupted, and Meng Qi's spirit was also popped out of the sea of ​​his heart.

There was a black air in Jiang Zhiwei's seven orifices, and it was completely dispersed by the light of the green lamp. Then her throat sounded and she suddenly vomited out a large pool of black water, which was pitch black and dirty, but the blood color of her eyes and the charm of her lips faded away.

"It's finally done." Meng Qi couldn't help but smile brightly, and then he was distracted by his injuries, his muscles squirmed, and stopped the wound from bleeding.

Jiang Zhiwei looked at Meng Qi, who was still bleeding from two strands of nosebleeds, bit her lip, half holding back her smile and half moved: "I won't wipe my face yet."

Meng Qi responded, first helping Jiang Zhi slightly relieve the acupoint, and then wiped away the nosebleed.

"Thanks to you again." Jiang Zhiwei sighed, "It seemed like I had a nightmare that I couldn't get rid of before."
Chapter completed!