Yunyan Mansion, the temporary residence of the West Invaders peace negotiator.
Mengqi and Ruan Yushu were hiding in a big tree beside the mansion, observing the situation inside.
Since it was late at night, most people had already gone to bed. Yunyan Mansion was exceptionally quiet, with only a few servants walking around doing chores.
Under such circumstances, Mengqi could not see any problem, so he decided to sneak in and use the Transformation Strategy to "question" the negotiator. After all, he would be happy to see the negotiator get into trouble. If the negotiator succeeded, Lu Guan would have nothing to do with it. This would force him into a dead end. He had to kill the Evil Prince in order to collect enough Karma points for the deduction.
"Over there." Suddenly, Ruan Yushu listened attentively and used the Secret Voice-sending to Meng Qi.
She was pointing to an alley northwest of Yunyan Mansion.
Mengqi concentrated his spirit and activated his Ear Apertures. Only then did he hear the sound of weapons clashing.
"Her hearing ability is much better than mine …" This thought came to his mind. The Ruan family entered the Tao through music, so they must have Dharma Access to train their Ear Apertures and improve their hearing ability. Ruan Yushu, who had also opened her Ear Apertures, was more sensitive to sound than him. She could hear further and clearer.
He did not say anything. Instead, he used his Body Movements and sneaked in that direction like a big bird flying in the dark.
It was normal to encounter fights or gang fights in the middle of the night in the capital city. What was unusual was that it happened near Yunyan Mansion.
Both of them had good Lightness Skills and Body Movements, so they approached the alley without making a sound.
"Stop." Mengqi held out his hand to stop Ruan Yushu. A figure leaped out from the shadows in front of them. It was as fierce and aggressive as a wolf.
Mengqi unsheathed the "Evil Ordeal". Based on what he had learned from the fight with the Evil Prince, his mid-brows swelled and he projected his spirit outwards, attaching it to the blade and sensing the surrounding environment. Then, he struck.
After the strike, Mengqi vaguely felt that the "Evil Ordeal" had become an extension of his body and senses. The genuine Qi on the opponent's machete appeared indistinctly, but it was a vague feeling. After all, he had only found the direction, but lacked the skills to apply it.
Even so, Mengqi's strike was more than enough to rely on the sensing of the genuine Qi and his body's reactions.
The attacker was terrified. It was still fine before the other party attacked, but once the blade was unleashed, it seemed to have become one with the surrounding environment. Wherever the long blade pointed, it enveloped the entire area. No matter how the attacker changed his movement technique, it was difficult for him to escape from the blade light. It was extremely terrifying!
He kept retreating until his back was against the wall. Then he hurriedly placed the machete horizontally, but the "Evil Ordeal" had already reached his head. The back of the saber slashed hard and knocked him out.
Mengqi stabbed the attacker's throat with his Ice Palace Sword, leaving no one alive. The sound of weapons colliding in the alley had disappeared, and only the sound of footsteps could be heard. Meng Qi had to find out what was going on as soon as possible. He had no time to interrogate the captive. If he didn't kill the attacker, his whereabouts would be easily exposed and others would be alerted.
The reason why Mengqi chose to kill with a long sword was that he didn't want others to know that he was best at bladesmanship. Although the Evil Prince already knew, it was still effective when facing other enemies.
Of course, it was also because Mengqi felt that he couldn't use his sword now. After learning from the Sword Emperor and getting his advice, he had learned a lot. His sword art was in the stage of reconstruction and was about to break through. He felt awkward when using the sword, so he needed to calm down and digest it. When he reached a higher level, he wouldn't feel that he couldn't use his sword anymore.
All along, his sword art had been Wild Fox Dhyana. In the beginning, Jiang Zhiwei had taught him the basics of sword art and the essence of Yama's Invitation. After that, he was self-taught and inevitably made some mistakes. For example, the essence of the Nine Strategies Beyond the Swords was to simplify the complex and touch the essence of Dharma and Logos in the sword art.
They should be used to improve his cultivation of sword art. They should focus on oneself and break moves was just a side effect. He was affected by inertia and the so-called "common sense of Nine Strategies Beyond the Swords", which put the cart before the horse. The "Nine Strategies Beyond the Swords" was evaluated by the Dominator of Samsara in Six Realms as a sword art infinitely close to the Exterior because of the sword art principles it contained, and nothing else!
If he hadn't met the Sword Emperor's advice, perhaps his sword art would have stagnated at this level for a long time. Moreover, some principles were common, which was beneficial to the cultivation of his "Heaven Blade".
Until now, Mengqi finally understood why disciples of big sects were often stronger than Rogue Cultivators. Resources were one thing, but the guidance of a master was actually more important.
He threw the corpse to the shadow and ran the genuine Qi in his body according to the route of Wind-god's Legs. Like a wind blowing, he quickly caught up with the fleeing person who was constantly changing directions.
Mengqi and Ruan Yushu landed in the shadow of the wall. Looking at the two hiding behind the tree in front of them, they didn't rush to take action, but quietly listened to their conversation.
"Young Master Jing, you go first. Violet Blade has set up an inescapable net. I can't escape." A weak voice said in a low voice, "If you spread the news that there's a fraud in the peace talks, I can die in peace."
"I can't do something like abandoning my brother! And when it comes to contacting your tribe to rebel, I still have to rely on you! "The straightforward voice answered firmly," How is Violet Blade's strength? "
"He has dominated the Northwest Grasslands and was originally known as the level of the Evil Prince and the Ghost King in the Central Plains. But later he challenged the Living Buddha and fled after a crushing defeat. It is said that there is an indelible flaw in his mind," the weak voice said quickly.
Young Master Jing pondered for a while and said, "No matter what, if we meet him, we'll fight him!"
He carried the weak person on his back and rushed out of the yard to the river, intending to use the river to escape.
Just then, a cold snort came into his ears, which made him feel like he was struck by lightning and numbed all over.
He turned his head and saw a tall figure walking slowly towards him with a saber in his hand. He looked like a devil with a strong momentum.
There were a few figures approaching from all sides of the river, cutting off all their escape routes.
"Do it! Fight him! " Young Master Jing cursed, but he was not in a hurry to make a move. Instead, he observed the enemies around him and planned to create a diversion.
"I have killed at least eighty, if not a hundred, people with skills like yours," Violet Blade said calmly.
Young Master Jing and the person on his back were about to speak when they suddenly heard "Amitabha" and the crisp sound of the wooden fish went straight into their hearts.
Everyone turned their heads in surprise and alert, only to see a small boat going downstream with a monk in white standing on it. His shoes and socks were clean and untainted. He seemed to be detached from the world, giving people the feeling that this was a peaceful place of Buddhism.
"Wishful Monk …" Violet Blade's voice became solemn.
Wishful Monk smiled warmly and said, "Two donors, are you willing to leave with me?"
Young Master Jing and the person on his back were silent. They did not know whether to believe Wishful Monk or not.
"You'd better come with me," from another direction, a figure in a green robe came with his hands behind his back, looking gloomy and gloomy, as if he had just climbed out of the Nine Serenities.
"Donor Ghost King, how have you been?" Wishful Monk put his palms together and was not surprised.
The situation changed abruptly, and the three of them were in a tripartite confrontation.
Suddenly, Young Master Jing moved. He did not run to Wishful Monk, nor did he seek refuge with Ghost King. He seemed to be moving forward, but suddenly turned around and stepped on the stone bridge, rushing to the other side.
Under such circumstances, both parties seemed to have ulterior motives!
As soon as he stepped on the stone bridge, he was suddenly stunned because there was also a person standing on the stone bridge!
He had a cold temperament and was dressed in snow-white robes. He held a sword in his left hand and stood with his hands behind his back, quietly looking at the reflection of the cold moon under the bridge. It was as if he, the stone bridge, the moon, and the river had formed an inseparable whole, incomparably harmonious, repelling foreign objects!
He is also a great master … Jing Shao slowed down.
Then he saw him slowly turn around, revealing a cold but good-looking face. He slowly pulled out his long sword, as if his movements had been practiced thousands of times. There was not the slightest change from before to after, containing an indescribable charm and Dharma and Logos.
The long sword was unsheathed, Mengqi looked coldly at Ghost King, Wishful Monk, and the others.
"Who wants to take my sword?"
Ghost King's pupils contracted, and he shouted in a low voice, "God-petrifying Sword Meng!"
"God-petrifying Sword?" Jing Shao was first shocked, then delighted.
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