Chapter 316 The Birth of the Thunder Blade Demon Monk

The 31st Birth

The sword light was solemn, imposing, and murderous.

Good sword, so cheap!

Before An Guoxie died, he was no longer thinking about this Xiao Meng's special version of the sword method that Gu Meng had carefully compiled, mixed good and evil, unified light and dark, balanced yin and yang, and did not require self-castration.

He thought more about the shamelessness of the evil monk who poisoned me!

His expression was strange, like crying and laughing, like disbelief, like resentment and unwillingness, his mouth was slightly open, wanting to say something, but there was only a hoarse sound.

There was a translucent long sword nailed between his eyebrows, and blood was flowing out.

Lost... Actually lost to a little bald donkey who had just opened up...

How could this happen... Why could he recover from all his injuries and make great progress in martial arts... Why did he have a knife, a sword, and a hidden weapon...

The most important thing is, how did the poisoned and unsheathed weapons hide in it... Demonic magic!

I can't accept it!

Bang, he fell to the ground with his back to the sky, revealing the tip of the Bingque sword stained with bright red and milky white, his eyes wide open, he died with his eyes open!

The deceased: An Guoxie.

Identity: The disciple of the crying old man; the white-headed vulture; the master with all nine orifices opened; the 36th on the human list.

Cause of death: the sword in the eyebrow, the poison took effect.

Condition of death: the bones softened, the skin turned black, there were knife marks on the cheek, and the body was hit by a hidden weapon.

The murderer: Shaolin monster... the monk Zhending.

Seeing An Guoxie fall to the ground, Meng Qi did not dare to neglect it. He stretched out the Red Sun Evil-Suppressing Knife in his right hand, swung it hard, and separated An Guoxie's head from his body, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally killed him!

Finally saved myself!

If it weren't for the quick and easy to kill at the first sight, the sword speed was extremely fast and sharp, I'm afraid it wouldn't be so easy to kill him without injury.

If he hesitated a little more, An Guoxie would have shortened his neck and avoided the vitals. He could only use the Sacrifice Technique and activate "Falling into the Red Dust" to make the final blow.

Even if he could kill An Guoxie who didn't have time to recover, he would be exhausted and powerless and it would be difficult for him to survive for a while, and it would never be as easy as it is now.

As expected, the sword and the sword are fighting each other, at least in the opening period, it is still a big advantage, and he can always walk the rivers and lakes with swords and swords in the future.

After killing a master on the human list this time, will he also be on the individual list? Xiao Meng can't wait for his nickname.

Even if the nickname of Sword and Sword is more common, it is still pretty cool.

Thinking about the future, looking at An Guoxie's face that was not closed after death, Meng Qi suddenly recalled the torture he had suffered before, and suddenly felt happy and laughed out loud, didn't you say you would pinch off the rest of my body?

Didn't you say you would torture me with all kinds of torture? Why are you lying there and not talking now?

Humph, I am merciful, "honest and aboveboard", a genius in swordsmanship, and the god of swordsmanship. I will not torture your corpse.

Meng Qi was proud for a while. No matter how unexpected it was, no matter whether An Guoxie's strength was 50% or 60%, being able to kill a nine-orifice master with the strength of four orifices was a record worth being proud of, and it was an incredible thing that could make people drop their teeth.

Moreover, this showed that his swordsmanship and internal strength had truly entered the ranks of masters!

I am a master! And I hit the nine orifices with four orifices without any injury! I am a genius who leaps over the level!

Of course, the above is just a thought, for self-entertainment, but there is still a certain number in my heart.

Xiao Meng thought of Jiang Zhiwei, a genius who could really open the four orifices to hit the nine orifices without any injury, and Gu Da Ge, a "monster" who he suspected might be able to open the orifices to hit the external scene or even the Dharma body, and then he regained his composure. The above were just the pride after the death of a great enemy, which was human nature.

"An Guoxie is ranked 36th on the Human List. Now that I have killed him, will I replace him? But this is not good. My real strength may not even be at the level of the first entry into the Human List... But it seems not bad to be off the list after the last Human List?"

Meng Qi has always been a divergent thinker. He thought of the Human List for no reason. He wanted to be on it, but he didn't want to be on it, because if he ranked high but didn't have the corresponding strength, he would definitely not be able to deal with the challengers who came one after another.

"Forget it, let's not consider this kind of unreliable thing for now. Let's "destroy the corpse" or "use the corpse to mislead" An Guoxie. The horse bandits in the vast sea are rampant, and nearly one-third of them obey the orders of Zeluoju, the lineage of the crying old man. If people know that I killed An Guoxie, I'm afraid I will be surrounded by horse bandits as soon as I leave the oasis..."

Meng Qi quickly restrained all kinds of whimsical ideas and made a decision.

So he raised his long sword, exhaled his energy, and destroyed the wounds on An Guoxie's body, so as not to let others see his special moves. The Ananda-breaking sword technique on An Guoxie's face and the fatal sword technique on his forehead were all external special skills, and the traces and sword intentions and sword energy might be recorded by masters.

Looking at An Guoxie's wide eyes, Meng Qi suddenly laughed and said to the corpse: "By the way, this is not a personal grudge to avenge your corpse, I am protecting myself!"

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Gu Changqing lay on the tree trunk, watching the situation in the temple intently, waiting for an opportunity, and then he saw An Guoxie suddenly look to the right, and saw the unconscious little monk slashing out a sword light that was not clear but seemed to be shining in his heart, and illusions filled his heart.

Then, he saw An Guoxie being slashed by a knife, his bones softened, and he narrowly slapped back the sword, and saw the little monk hit the hidden weapon and picked up the long sword.

Seeing An Guoxie struggling to swing out with his left palm, he saw the hidden weapons split into seven in mid-air, most of which bypassed An Guoxie's defense, ignored his dodge, and hit him.

After that, he saw An Guoxie's body swell up like a sandstorm about to ravage, saw the little monk holding a sword in his left hand, stabbing out a sword light that exploded like a ghost king, and saw An Guoxie's brows pierced with a sword, and he fell to the ground powerlessly, no longer alive.

Wait, An Guoxie's brows pierced with a sword, and he fell to the ground powerlessly, no longer alive?

Gu Changqing seemed to be watching a series of flashing scenes before, and only woke up at this last scene. What happened?

The white-headed vulture An Guoxie actually had a sword in his brow?

He died just like that with all nine orifices open? Killed by a monk who looked weak?

Gu Changqing's mouth was half open, and he felt like he was dreaming just now. The actions of An Guoxie and the little monk seemed to have been replayed in his mind in slow motion, and it didn't feel real at all.

He subconsciously raised his palm and patted his cheek. The pain made him realize that everything was true. One of the most outstanding disciples of the crying old man, a master with all nine orifices, the 36th-ranked strongman on the human list, the white-headed vulture An Guoxie, really died in front of him, died in the hands of an unknown little monk!

And just a few breaths ago, he was still the absolute winner, torturing the little monk to death and falling into a coma.

Who can tell me what is going on? Is he pretending? Is this the legendary pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger?

He shouted in his heart, but there is one thing he can confirm, that is, the little monk is definitely a master, a master who is much better than himself!

After Meng Qi destroyed the knife and sword marks on An Guoxie's body, he was about to search for something on this guy's body. Suddenly, he heard a movement in the distance outside. He turned around and said in a deep voice: "Who?"

Not knowing whether it was a friend or an enemy, he could only warn.

Gu Changqing suppressed his shock, jumped down from the treetop calmly, and walked towards the temple: "Little Master, you asked for help in the inn before, so I came to see you, intending to confirm your identity, and then invite a few seniors to help. Who knew that you killed An Guoxie by yourself.

When he said the second half of the sentence, he still had a subtle feeling that was not real.

Meng Qi almost didn't remember who the weak scholar-like guy opposite was. For Gu Changqing, this was just something that happened in the evening, and only a few hours had passed.

But for Meng Qi, this was a story that happened two and a half months ago, and it was just a one-time encounter. If he didn't have a good memory, he would probably blurt out "Brother, who are you?"

He had a lot of experience during this period of time, and he clasped his hands together calmly:

"Amitabha, because of the matter of my master, I was captured by An Guoxie and tortured, so when I saw the young knights, I couldn't help but ask for help. I don't know your name, and I am grateful for your help. "

He deliberately didn't mention the previous battle, because he hadn't thought of an excuse yet.

Gu Changqing waved his hand and said with some shame: "I am Gu Changqing from Gujiabao. I just came to take a look. How can I be called a helping hand?"

"The fact that he has the heart to save people and takes actual actions is enough to show that Mr. Gu is a chivalrous man. "

Meng Qi said sincerely, and at the same time, he was moved. Gu Changqing seemed to be a native of the Western Regions and should be quite familiar with the vast Gobi Desert. He had to ask him for help in his search for his junior brother.

He was not a heartless person, so after escaping from the predicament, he thought about finding and rescuing his lost junior brother Zhenhui - in fact, it was Yang Jian's consciousness.

As for the master, although Shaolin did not expect the crying old man to suddenly appear after missing for many years and intercept their own master, since they dared to send the master to the Western Regions to question the "landlord" of the Vajra Temple, they must have been sure that he had enough self-protection power, so he was at most injured by the crying old man - besides, in the fight in the outer scene, they could not help at all.

Little Meng Yinyue also knew that the gap between the masters of the outdoor scene was also very huge, and the master and the crying old man were both masters of the outdoor scene. Even if Jiang Zhiwei was a genius, at this level, she would not be able to play any effective interference with the sword.

In the space, Jiang Zhiwei and Gu Meng both expressed their desire to help Xiao Meng, but the distance was too far, so Jiang Zhiwei gave up. Gu Meng said that he had a fast foot speed and could travel thousands of miles alone. He would be able to reach the Western Regions soon... Big brother still loves me!

The two continued to communicate over there. Hearing the evaluation of chivalrous and righteous, Gu Changqing couldn't help showing a trace of joy and complacency on his face: "This is what the righteous people of our generation should do, and I don't deserve the praise of the little master. I don't know what the little master's name is? To be able to kill An Guoxie, you must be an unknown person in Dajin. "

He could tell from Meng Qi's accent that he was a monk from the Jin Dynasty.

Little Meng made up an excuse, saying that he was good at hiding things.

As for the injury, others didn't know that his Dantian was destroyed before, and he relied on Lao Liu to recover, so he said it was just a flesh wound, and he used the Buddhist magic to recover quickly.

Gu Changqing didn't think anything was wrong. The young man was still young and didn't notice many abnormalities, such as why An Guoxie was so easily deceived.

Gu Changqing continued: "But Master Zhending, your swordsmanship is also magical. Even if I watch from a distance, I also feel like I am trapped in an illusion and feel thrilling. I wonder what sect you are from?"

"I am a disciple of Shaolin." Meng Qi did not hide it because he wanted Gu Changqing to introduce a guide to find his junior brother.

Gu Changqing subconsciously said, "So you are a Shaolin disciple. No wonder, no wonder, the swordsmanship and knife skills just now are probably Ananda's swordsmanship and Bodhidharma's swordsmanship, right?"

The Vajra Temple is good at using swords, so the trend of using swords in the Western Regions is strong. There are not many famous swords in the world today, at least much fewer than swordsmanship. The powerful unique skills in the outdoor scenes can also be ranked at the top. Even if Gu Changqing is a swordsman, he has heard of Ananda's swordsmanship that is at the top of the world's swordsmanship.

As for Bodhidharma's swordsmanship, it is his own interest.

Yes, Gu Changqing is also a standard swordsman.

These days, which serious young man uses a sword instead of a knife?

Do you use a knife? Anyway, I don't.

"I am not talented enough to be praised."

Meng Qi answered with a tacit attitude, skipping the sword technique of breaking precepts, and said, "Donor Gu, that sword technique is not Shaolin martial arts, but my Gu... a good friend with the same surname as you gave it to me. He should come to the Western Region to find me soon. In addition, because of An Guoxie, I was separated from my junior brother. I wonder if you have seen a monk younger than me who is also dressed like this?"

"No." Gu Changqing shook his head, "The dress of monks in the Western Region is different from that of the Great Jin Dynasty. I have never seen it. What happened to separate you?"

Meng Qi pondered for a while, thinking of facing An Guoxie, the nine-orifice Gu Changqing also had the courage to come and ask about the master, and acted as a chivalrous hero, so he roughly described the matter and said at the end:

"I don't know how much Mr. Gu knows about the terrain of the Hanhai. Can you explain it to me so that I won't be at a loss for where to find him."

"Master Xuanbei fought fiercely with the crying old man. I wish I could witness such a shocking battle with my own eyes."

Gu Changqing sighed for a few words and said, "My family has lived in the Hanhai for generations, and I know the terrain well. It is extremely complicated and cannot be explained in detail at once. If the little master does not mind, I am willing to lead the way for you."

The two exchanged some local conditions and dealt with An Guoxie's body.

The next day, Meng Qi changed into the white Confucian robe he had long admired, put on a gauze hat to cover his bald head, and deliberately placed the sword in a more conspicuous position, and left the oasis with Gu Changqing.

At noon, An Guoxie's death was discovered by his men. Meng Qi's conflict with him was no secret. He was about to receive a killing order from the underworld in the Western Regions. Of course, this was also considered famous.

The disciple of the crying old man, a master of the outer scene, and the nickname "Hanhai Evil Knife" Ze Luoju soon came here to investigate.

Ze Luoju used evil magic to investigate, and the temple suddenly had waves of voices of wronged souls, and it became gloomy.

It seemed that An Guoxie's wailing could still be heard faintly - "The evil monk harmed me, I died so miserably." (bushi)

Ze Luoju's left eye was dug out by the crying old man, but it was a blessing in disguise, and he practiced an extremely difficult magic skill - "Netherworld Evil Eye".

This kind of strange skill is not considered low-level martial arts, and Xiao Meng's Tibetan skills are nothing. He soon found the headless body and broken head of An Guoxie that he had soaked in the lake.

"Good, he died well. I've disliked him for a long time, but I'm the only one who can kill him."

"Let me see... There are hidden weapon wounds, and the body is poisoned. The heart is seriously damaged, which should be one of the main causes of death. There are traces of poison gas in the meridians and signs that the internal energy dissipated before death... Is he a master of poison? Is he a Shaolin disciple?"

"The bones are completely softened, which should be caused by dodging swords. For the bastard to do this, either his strength completely suppressed him, or he came in a hurry and couldn't react in time... The Crazy Sand Divine Art has reverse According to the signs of luck, combined with the previous, it should be to fight against the influence of toxins and scattered poisonous gas. If you have the strength to suppress him, there is no need to go through so much trouble..."

"The traces of swords and knives are mostly concealed, but the swordsmanship and swordsmanship are extraordinary. The final fatal injury should be this sword, but the murderer's sword intent is stronger, and there is a hint of thunder intent, so he is better at swordsmanship, and swordsmanship is just the last trick."

"Of course, the most important thing is sneak attack and poisoning with hidden weapons..."

Zeluo Ju closed his evil eyes and already knew how to describe the wanted man to his men.

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In Liushaji, Meng Qi in a white Confucian robe and Gu Changqing, who looked like a weak scholar, rode back on horseback, like two scholars who traveled far away.

"Finally arrived." Gu Changqing sighed.

On the way, he took the wrong path several times and arrived at Liushaji a day later than expected.

Meng Qi's mouth twitched. This guy seemed a little unreliable. Wouldn't it be self-inflicted to rely on him to go to the depths of the vast sea to find his junior brother?

If he hadn't been trying to show off and maintain his image as a Shaolin disciple, he would have complained long ago.

They both have the same surname, Gu, but why aren't they as reliable as Brother Gu and Gu Xiaosang?

At least they never made mistakes when leading the way.

"Well, we're finally here." Meng Qi stopped using the words of a high monk.

Hearing Meng Qi's answer, Gu Changqing said awkwardly and embarrassedly: "I'm relatively inexperienced, and I don't know enough about the terrain and location. Look, haven't we finally reached Liushaji?"

"Yes." Meng Qi nodded to save his face.

Poplar trees of various shapes and forms stood by the road. Liushaji seemed to have gotten rid of the influence of the battle between Xuanbei and the crying old man that day, and it had regained a lot of popularity.

Looking at Liushaji in front of him, Xiao Meng remembered that Brother Gu had mentioned before they parted that he would come down the mountain to the Western Regions to find him, and he had also mentioned Liushaji. He didn't know how fast his legs were, but after all, it was a long way away, so he shouldn't have arrived yet.

Alas, it would be nice if my invincible Brother Gu was around. With him around, I feel safe and no longer afraid of being hunted down by others.

In the last world, when they were at the Demon Tomb, Xiao Meng wanted to say that he was simply a god, and Brother Gu was getting stronger rapidly.

Even if Brother Gu told him now that even a tall person could not beat him, Xiao Meng would still believe it.

That is a true time traveler.

Just then, a familiar voice came, which surprised Xiao Meng greatly——

"Xiao Meng, here, here, I have been waiting here for a long time. Hey, you are a little late. Did An Guoxie have an accident? You have made so many preparations, but he can still resist? Then I really have to say it is amazing."