Chapter 38 The World in the Palm of Your Hand

As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Shun's pace suddenly accelerated, like a mad bull rushing towards Qi Zhengyan and Meng Qi who were still standing.

Although his martial arts skills were at the bottom among the four masters, he was still a strong man in the awakening period. Qi Zhengyan did not dare to be careless. He swung his long sword in a circle, shaking out an arc, like the setting sun, defending impeccably, intending to stabilize first, and with the cooperation of Meng Qi, drag Jiang Zhiwei and Zhang Yuanshan to finish healing and stand up to join forces.

It's not that he has no experience fighting with awakened masters. Whether it's the sparring in the sect or the mission of the Hidden Emperor Fort, there are many opponents who have only opened their eyes. Therefore, he is quite confident in his rigorous and steady Changhe swordsmanship. Even if there is no hope of winning, he can still delay for a while, not to mention that he has now learned some of the "Hundred Changes and Thousands of Illusions Clouds and Mists Thirteen Styles", which are hidden in the swordsmanship of his sect. It is agile and unpredictable, and may be able to hurt Tang Shun and weaken his strength.

By then, even if Jiang Zhiwei and Zhang Yuanshan could only display 20% or 30% of their skills, they could still hope to defeat Tang Shun or hold out until the main task was completed by relying on their exquisite swordsmanship and large numbers.

Meng Qi could probably guess Qi Zhengyan's thoughts, and he deployed his eight steps, dodged to the side, and slashed at his head, cooperating quite well.

Just when Qi Zhengyan and Meng Qi were about to finish their moves, Tang Shun suddenly lunged forward and took the initiative to hit the tip of the sword, as if committing suicide!

Damn!

This abnormal change aroused Qi Zhengyan's vigilance, but Tang Shun had extremely accurate eyesight and grasped the timing very accurately, so he had no time to retract his sword and return to defense, change his moves, and could only turn his body to one side, with his chest and stomach shrunk.

Puff, the long sword hit the leather like a rotten leather, making a dull sound, and Meng Qi's slash at his head could only hit his back because Tang Shun suddenly lunged forward, cutting his clothes, revealing his dark skin, and leaving white scratches.

The palm wind was fierce, Qi Zhengyan's long sword escaped, and the whole person flew out horizontally, blood kept spurting out of his mouth, and he fell heavily to the ground.

Horizontal training kung fu?

Perfect iron shirt?

Meng Qi dodged backwards, and then strangely pounced to the left, avoiding Tang Shun's casual attack after Qi Zhengyan was knocked away, and was extremely shocked.

For so many days, I relied on the iron shirt to attack, beat the slow with the fast, and exchanged small injuries for big injuries to defeat the enemy, and it was smooth sailing. But now, I have to face a terrifying opponent whose iron shirt is stronger than me and whose martial arts are higher than me!

Jiang Zhiwei and Zhang Yuanshan both had a flush on their faces, forcibly interrupted the healing, picked up their long swords, and prepared to join the battle.

After Qi Zhengyan landed, he struggled a few times before barely standing up. Although he avoided the vital point in time with the palm just now, Tang Shun's strength was strong, and he was injured.

Back and forth, left and right, facing Tang Shun, this terrible enemy, Meng Qi could only wander around, relying on the Eight Steps of Divine Movement to support himself.

The gap between the two sides was too big, otherwise Meng Qi would definitely choose the strategy that Zhen Miao used to deal with him.

And now, although Meng Qi's steps were strange, his space for movement was compressed little by little by Tang Shun. It would not take long before he could not avoid it.

"Miss Jiang and Senior Brother Zhang will be here soon..." Meng Qi gritted his teeth and concentrated on dodging. Under such pressure and danger, he seemed to have a further grasp of the essence of "Eight Steps of Divine Movement".

"Ha!" At this moment, Tang Shun suddenly exhaled and made a sound, like a bell and a drum ringing together.

Buzz! Meng Qi suddenly felt his ears buzzing, his heart was restless, his head was dizzy, his limbs were weak, and his steps slowed down.

Snap! Tang Shun took the opportunity to catch up, and with a wave of his right palm, it hit Meng Qi's back.

Meng Qi's eyes went dark, his back was paralyzed, and he flew into the air. His body made a crackling sound like beans, and blood gushed out of his mouth uncontrollably.

The severe pain woke up Meng Qi who had landed on the ground, and he happened to see Jiang Zhiwei and Zhang Yuanshan attacking and defending, catching Tang Shun.

Resisting the urge to faint, Meng Qi tried to regulate his breath for a few times, and the mellow Shaolin internal force slowly flowed, like a clear spring, eliminating many discomforts and stabilizing Meng Qi's injuries.

"The injury is not serious..." Meng Qi examined his own condition, "but the iron shirt is completely broken..."

Because Tang Shun's palm was hit from the side by Jiang Zhiwei and Zhang Yuanshan, he was unable to exert his full strength, and Meng Qi had a small success of the iron shirt to protect himself, so he was only slightly injured and the iron shirt was broken, and he still had the strength of a small success of Qi accumulation.

But without the iron shirt, Meng Qi's strength dropped by at least 70%!

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In the main hall, the sound of wooden fish reverberated without a break, creating a wonderful solemn silence.

Xin Ji sat cross-legged in front of the golden Buddha statue, knocking the old wooden fish in front of him calmly, not like a great enemy approaching, but like doing daily homework.

"Monk Xin Ji, you have gained some Zen." The sky outside was dark, leaden clouds were hanging low, silver snakes flashed, and heavy rain fell. A figure walked slowly through the "curtain" formed by dripping water from the eaves and stepped into the main hall. It was General Duoercha!

He was wearing a barbarian black robe, and his left eye, which was blinded by Jiang Zhiwei, was not closed, but wide open, revealing a palpitating darkness and emptiness.

"It's a pity that I couldn't persuade the donor to put down the butcher knife." Xin Ji stopped the wooden fish and said leisurely.

Duoercha said: "Kill all living things and you will become a Buddha!"

As he said this, a strong wind blew up in the main hall, blowing out the candles one by one.

Xinji was calm and unhurried, and struck the wooden fish again, chanting solemnly:

"Shariputra, all dharmas are empty, neither born nor destroyed..."

In his left palm, a burst of glass Buddha light suddenly emerged, and the sound of Zen came:

"Neither dirty nor clean, neither increasing nor decreasing..."

The Buddha's light converges on Xinji's body, making him look like a solemn Buddha statue. Together with the golden sculptures behind him, one is small and one is large, one is empty and the other is real, one is moving and the other is still, forming an indescribable scene.

Duoercha's expression became solemn: "You actually gave up so many relics."

He waved out his right fist, the strong wind in front of him condensed into a giant dragon, and lightning struck the top of the palace.

"...No suffering will destroy the path, no wisdom and no gains." Heart Silence clapped out his left palm, the Buddha's light was strong, and Vajra's eyes were angry.

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Meng Qi stood up, looking for the Jiedao that flew out of his hand, and fully observed the battle between Jiang Zhiwei and Zhang Yuanshan. At the same time, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Qi Zhengyan picking up his long sword and standing with a little hesitation. There.

Zhang Yuanshan was good at Daji's defensive stance, and Jiang Zhiwei's swordsmanship was unparalleled. He defended and attacked, and actually stopped Tang Shun temporarily.

Based on their current situation, Tang Shun could forcefully break through Zhang Yuanshan's defense with a few quick attacks, but at every critical moment, Jiang Zhiwei's "White Rainbow Sword Pierces the Sun" was like a poisonous snake emerging from its hole, stabbing at him smartly and terrifyingly. Several barriers forced him to give up the attack and switch to defense, giving Zhang Yuanshan a chance to breathe.

And if he wanted to defeat Jiang Zhiwei first, he would not be able to break through Zhang Yuanshan's sword power.

Seeing this situation, Meng Qi was secretly happy. Qi Zhengyan should not hesitate anymore. With his help, Jiang Zhiwei and Zhang Yuanshan would be able to hold Tang Shun down and wait for the end of the mission.

Just when Meng Qi found his Jiedao and was about to join the battle group, Zhang Yuanshan's body suddenly trembled and the sword's power suddenly slowed down.

Oops, his injuries can't be suppressed!

As soon as these words flashed into Meng Qi's mind, he saw Tang Shun seize the opportunity and slap Zhang Yuanshan's sword away with his palm, and kicked him in the side with his left foot, sending him flying away.

The sound of Zhang Yuanshan's ribs breaking was clearly audible. After landing, blood spurted out. He tried to stand up but was unable to do so. He was seriously injured and on the verge of death.

Without his defense, Jiang Zhiwei immediately faced Tang Shun. Within two or three blows, due to her unstable injuries and lack of strength, her movements were not as agile and quick as when she was at her peak. Tang Shun took the opportunity and hit him hard with his left palm. The sword came close to her, and she exerted force on her right shoulder, knocking her away.

Jiang Zhiwei's clothes were fluttering and her teeth were clenched, but the blood from the corner of her mouth spilled out as if it was free. Even so, she still held the sword tightly. After landing, she barely used the blade of the sword to punch the ground to keep herself from falling.

"It's a very clever way of offloading force..." Tang Shun was startled for a moment and praised. He originally thought that this blow could directly kill Jiang Zhiwei, but unexpectedly it could only severely injure him. "It's a pity, it's a pity that you can't even beat a child now." Already..."

He looked around, seeing the injuries and the weak ones, he became secretly proud and laughed loudly: "Your martial arts are all exquisite and extraordinary, obviously inherited from ordinary people. Why don't you teach me and I will make your death easier, okay?" "

As he said that, he looked at Jiang Zhiwei: "You are a very pretty little girl. You are the only one Tang has seen in his life. If it weren't for the death order of the general, I would never have shown mercy. Hehe, I like you the best in martial arts. It seems like You are a strong-willed chivalrous woman. If I hold you on the bed, I will see if you beg for mercy..."

Jiang Zhiwei looked extremely angry, but her current injury made it difficult to even speak, and she could only gasp for air.

As Tang Shun spoke, he approached Jiang Zhiwei and Zhang Yuanshan, facing Meng Qi and Qi Zhengyan, intending to use his words and momentum to put pressure on them to death and force them to find out the secret of the magical skill.

In fact, he has a unique method of interrogation, which is extremely vicious. However, Jiang Zhiwei and Zhang Yuanshan were seriously injured and not far from death. If this method was used, it would probably be "over" without asking anything.

"What are you looking at, little monk? My martial arts skills are mediocre and my strength is low. Well, I might as well kill you first." Tang Shun decided to scare the monkeys and picked Meng Qi, who was least worth questioning.

Meng Qi kept yelling obscene words, but he felt strangely calm in his heart, constantly thinking about how to deal with it.

Although he knew that the hope was extremely slim based on the strength and conditions of both sides, he did not collapse and tried to grasp the glimmer of hope.

"Use eight divine steps to get there...kill his vital points..." Meng Qi watched Tang Shun approach step by step, preparing to make a desperate fight.

"If you don't fight, you are destined to die, so you might as well risk it!"

Tang Shun walked towards Meng Qi with a smile, but looked at Jiang Zhiwei and Zhang Yuanshan, waiting for them to surrender.

"Little monk, do you think I should remove your left hand or your right leg first? Or do you want to be a eunuch first?" Tang Shun laughed.

As soon as he finished speaking, his expression suddenly froze, and a white light bloomed in Qi Zhengyan's hand, getting brighter and hotter, illuminating everyone and hitting Tang Shun who was caught off guard.

Amidst Tang Shun's roar, the sound of thick cloth being torn was heard, and at this moment, another white light flew out of Qi Zhengyan's hand, dazzling and more powerful, and hit Tang Shun with a "whistle" He barely raised his right palm to block it, and penetrated directly, hitting the chest.

"Mother and Son Soul Leaving Dart?" Meng Qi felt vaguely familiar. It was a hidden weapon from the Tang Sect that had left a deep impression on him when he read novels before.

However, he didn't have time to think about it carefully. The attack he just planned became instinctive. He ducked, ducked and rolled, and got in front of Tang Shun. He stabbed up with the long knife and penetrated Tang Shun's abdomen from the lower vaginal door.

Meng Qi turned hard, blood poured down from his head, and heat billowed.

He didn't care to continue to use force, abandoned the knife and rolled away to avoid Tang Shun's dying counterattack.

Tang Shun's tragic scream echoed in the back mountain, like a lone wolf crying at the moon, like an evil ghost crying at the grave.

The screams gradually became quieter, and Tang Shun fell down with his eyes wide open, a strange-shaped dart stuck in his chest, and his lower body was bloody.

After sending out the "Mother and Child Soul-Separating Dart", Qi Zhengyan seemed to be unable to stand steadily, and fell to his knees, gasping for breath.

"When did he exchange the 'Mother and Child Soul-Separating Dart'? Where did the good deeds come from?" Meng Qi wiped the blood off his face, "Did he exchange all his Huanhua Sword School martial arts?"