Chapter 12 The First Battle

The thick-backed long sword, with the crazy power that burst out from fear, terror, and trembling, chopped towards Cheng Yong head-on with the momentum of splitting Huashan alone.

Cheng Yong raised his palms, crossing back and forth, and was about to fight and knock the long sword away. His martial arts skills were far superior to Meng Qi, and his eyesight was also the same. The timing of his attack was just right. However, as soon as his iron palm was raised, the wound on his left chest was affected, and the blood flowed faster. His movements were stagnant, and his palms were temporarily weak, and the long sword broke through and chopped towards his face.

He was a man who had experienced hundreds of battles. He remained calm in the face of danger and fell backwards along the momentum of the sword. He rolled over to avoid Meng Qi's sword. Meng Qi really had no experience in fighting, and he hesitated for a moment, and did not pursue the victory. He launched a series of attacks while Cheng Yong was rolling on the ground.

Cheng Yong rolled over halfway, pressed his palms on the ground, like a toad, and suddenly kicked his right foot backward and diagonally upward, pointing directly at the heart of the imaginary enemy.

This was his trick to turn defeat into victory after being forced to roll over repeatedly, and he also wanted to use it to end the battle.

His right foot touched nothing, and Cheng Yong jumped up, just in time to see the little monk with red lips and white teeth looking at him without daring to chase him, looking like a rookie who had never had any fighting experience.

Damn it! Cheng Yong cursed in his heart, his trick that had been tried and tested failed because the opponent was a rookie in the world and missed the opportunity to chase! This made him very depressed, and after a series of violent actions just now, he felt that the injury on his chest was getting worse, the blood was flowing more and more, and he felt weak, and golden stars appeared in front of his eyes, as if it would become dark at any time.

"No, I have to treat the wound first." Although he became reckless and impulsive after taking the Heart-stealing Pill, and was afraid of the torture of the drug and dared not disobey the orders of the owner of the Hidden Emperor Fort, Cheng Yong still had normal reason, otherwise the heads of the various factions who were controlled would have been seen through long ago.

At this moment, he knew clearly that if he didn't treat the wound, he would be seriously injured and unconscious in a few dozen breaths, and become the prey of the little monk.

Just as he was about to tear off his clothes to bandage the wound, he suddenly heard the little monk growl in dissatisfaction, stepped forward quickly, and chopped again with his long knife!

Bastard, why didn't you chase him just now? Cheng Yong had no choice but to concentrate on dealing with Meng Qi, trying to resolve the battle as soon as possible to treat the wound.

Jiang Zhiwei sat on the ground, leaning against the stone door, and saw Meng Qi like a mad tiger, with one knife as fast as another. Although there was no method, he won because the knife was long and powerful. Cheng Yong was seriously injured, his martial arts skills declined greatly, and his body was slow. He couldn't catch the flaws between the knife's momentum and approach Meng Qi for a while.

"A random punch can kill a master..." Jiang Zhiwei somehow thought of this proverb, and then she had an idea and shouted loudly: "Slash upward diagonally."

Although she was hit in the lower abdomen and was temporarily powerless, her eyesight was still there after she opened her eyes, so she could naturally see the flaws in Cheng Yong's body movements, and Cheng Yong's speed was slow at this time, so she could "instruct" Meng Qi, otherwise the fight between masters would be a flash of lightning, and she might have missed the opportunity before she even said anything.

Meng Qi chopped and chopped, and saw that his sword was like a storm, forcing Cheng Yong to stay away, and he suddenly had the illusion that he was a master of his generation.

"This is the random cloak sword technique..." Meng Qi thought to himself, feeling a little proud. Of course, he still knew clearly that this was not the random cloak sword technique, but the "random slash sword technique". If Cheng Yong had not been seriously injured, he would have been killed on the spot.

"Slash upwards." Suddenly, Meng Qi heard Jiang Zhiwei's voice, but it was his first time to fight in actual combat, and Meng Qi had no experience in cooperating with Jiang Zhiwei. He really couldn't immediately convert what he heard into thoughts in his brain, and then quickly react to the thoughts in his brain to his hands, so he slashed horizontally as usual.

Cheng Yong on the other side could naturally hear Jiang Zhiwei's voice, and with a thought in his mind, he ducked and pounced, hitting Meng Qi's lower abdomen.

The knife flashed, blood spurted out, Cheng Yong covered his left arm, stumbled and rolled back.

Then, he jumped up and glared at Meng Qi. In the previous pounce, he pounced directly on Meng Qi's long knife, and his left arm was severely injured.

What about the "slash upwards" you promised?

Meng Qi responded to his glare with an innocent look, and probably understood the change just now, and deliberately said: "I'm sorry, I reacted too slowly and disappointed you."

Puff, Cheng Yong was so angry that he spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"Haha." Jiang Zhiwei covered her lower abdomen and laughed so hard that she was about to twitch. I knew it would be like this! Haha, even if I am killed together with the little monk, I will die of laughter!

Cheng Yong was furious, and he used his right hand to point at his chest a few times, and the blood stopped immediately. Although the wound was too deep, it was just a temporary solution. The wound would burst again after ten breaths, and he might die directly at that time, but he could not care so much. If he continued to entangle with this hateful little monk, he might be dragged to death or angry to death!

As soon as he saw Cheng Yong's action and saw his expression that seemed to have an irreconcilable hatred with him, Meng Qi's smile was restrained, and his heart slowly sank, knowing that there would be a difference between life and death next.

Heavy pressure enveloped him, and then he subconsciously stepped forward and swung his knife vertically.

Jiang Zhiwei stopped laughing, supported the stone door, and tried to stand up with difficulty to help Meng Qi, but Dantian was the basis of Qi storage. Even if it was not severely damaged, it was still seriously injured. In a short time, she had no way to sort out the scattered Qi.

After Cheng Yong's wound stopped bleeding temporarily, he stepped forward, put his severely injured left hand down, and made a half circle with his right hand to meet Meng Qi's long sword, as if he wanted to fight against the sword with his bare hands.

Meng Qi secretly said something bad and used all his strength to turn the vertical slash into a diagonal slash. He dodged Cheng Yong's right hand, but when he pressed the blade with his left hand, he came forward with great force and involuntarily took a few steps back. .

Unwilling to take advantage of the situation, Cheng Yong followed up with his body and repeatedly pierced Meng Qi's sword with his palms. For a moment, Meng Qi was in danger. If Cheng Yong hadn't been worried about the sharpness of the sword and he couldn't bear another heavy blow, I'm afraid Meng Qi has been killed in the palm of his hand.

No, if I delay it any longer, it will definitely be me who dies! The great premonition of danger and the shadow of death hit Meng Qi's mind, making his eyes slightly red. The long knife in his hand was still dancing wildly, but thoughts were tumbling in his mind.

"Why haven't I learned sword skills?" Meng Qi knew very well that if he were to learn sword skills, given Cheng Yong's condition, no matter how bad he was, he would still be able to survive until his injury relapsed or Jiang Zhiwei finished adjusting her breathing. , but now, I can only chop at random! For a moment, he felt very frustrated.

I have no experience with sword skills... Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in Meng Qi's mind, and then he thought of Cheng Yong's attempt to seize the sword just now.

He gritted his teeth, his eyes widened, almost bursting his eye sockets, and he slashed vertically with the long knife again, looking as if he was going to die together with Cheng Yong.

Cheng Yong sneered secretly, drew a circle with his right hand, raised his left hand to meet it, and clamped it towards the blade, while Meng Qi exerted all his strength and had no power left to change the direction of the blade.

The long knife was pinched by Cheng Yong's palms and fell into his hands immediately. Just as Cheng Yong moved back to grab the knife, he felt that the opposite side was empty and he was just fighting with the air!

not good! This caused him to lose his balance and stumble slightly. At the same time, he was shocked to see the little monk take two steps forward in a rigorous manner and punch out with his left fist.

As soon as the long sword entered Cheng Yong's hand, Meng Qi let go of his right hand and gave up the long sword!

Then, he took advantage of the wide open space between Cheng Yong's chest and abdomen, rubbed himself forward, and used his left hand to use the "Black Tiger Heart Digging" in Arhat Fist!

Snap, Meng Qi's left fist hit the wound on Cheng Yong's left chest hard. Suddenly, the wound burst open and blood spurted out like a waterfall, covering Meng Qi's head, face, and body.

Cheng Yong made a sound with a heavy throat, held the long knife in both hands, took a few steps back, and looked at Meng Qi, whose face was stained with blood, with an expression of disbelief and shock.

He actually fell in love with a young monk who only knew how to hack and slash, and was killed by him who had mediocre martial arts skills?

Plop! Cheng Yong fell to the ground on his back, causing dust to fly. His eyes were wide open and he could not rest in peace.

"Hahahaha." Meng Qi laughed like crazy. Fear, fear, depression, trembling and other indescribable things poured out. With the blood all over his face and body, it was especially hideous, "I don't I know how to do swordsmanship, but I know how to do boxing! I’m so stupid!”

After venting his laughter, Meng Qi gasped for air and felt that his whole body was exhausted and exhausted.

"Little monk, you have violated your precepts. How can you call yourself old, old..." With the enemy removed, Jiang Zhiwei breathed a sigh of relief, her joy surged up, and she joked with a smile, but she felt that girls cannot She was so abusive that she could never say the word "I".

"If you survive the catastrophe, Buddha will be happy for me and will not blame me..." Meng Qi said happily, "Miss Jiang, how are your injuries?"

Seeing that he was about to turn around, Jiang Zhiwei quickly stopped him: "Don't worry about me for now. Pick up my sword and give him a blow between his eyebrows to prevent a surprise attack."

Jiang Zhiwei has been taught how to deal with similar situations.

Meng Qi nodded and took a few steps back. While looking at Cheng Yong intently, he squatted down and picked up Jiang Zhiwei's sword, then cautiously approached Cheng Yong and stabbed him between the eyebrows from a distance.

The long sword penetrated between his eyebrows, Meng Qi completely relaxed, Cheng Yong couldn't die any more!

Jiang Zhiwei was in a mood to comment at this time: "Little monk, you are very talented. In the first actual battle, you can calmly and keenly grasp the situation, set a trap, overcome fear, throw the knife into a fist, and give him a fatal blow." With one strike, you may not be able to become a master in the future.”

"Hehe." Meng Qi smiled slightly proudly when he heard Jiang Zhiwei, who was highly skilled in martial arts, praising him. He didn't seem to be a fool to learn martial arts!

At this time, the blood on the ground suddenly squirmed and turned into words:

"Jiang Zhiwei and Zhending rescued Cheng Yong from the sea of ​​suffering controlled by the Heart-Robbing Pill, completed one of the side tasks, and were each rewarded with ten good deeds."

Is this okay? Meng Qi and Jiang Zhiwei looked at each other, as if they had heard each other's thoughts. Is killing the other party called saving?

But if you think about it carefully, being controlled by the Heart Seizing Pill is indeed worse than death!

"Our previous analysis was a bit wrong. If so, where can we find helpers?" Jiang Zhiwei frowned slightly, "Maybe we don't need helpers?"

Meng Qi said in confusion and distress: "Then what's the point of this side mission..."

"Maybe it doesn't make any sense." Jiang Zhiwei suddenly exclaimed, "No, Sister Qi!"