Chapter 973

"But I'll kill you within ten breaths!"

Arrogance, heroism, and wildness — as he shouted those words, Mengqi's image in the Flame-scorching Devilman's mind was like that of a demon god. It was as if he could never defeat him.

Flame-scorching Devilman understood that his momentum had been stolen and his spirit had been suppressed. A moment of carelessness would sow the seeds of failure. He wouldn't even be able to block a full-powered strike from his opponent. But understanding was one thing, but it was extremely difficult to regain his momentum. Especially after witnessing Soul-losing Flute, who had been holding him back from afar, die in the blink of an eye. The Green Cultivator, whose realm and strength were above his, had been beheaded in a flash, and the man in front of him was still standing proudly. How could his spirit not be suppressed?

But he was experienced in Jianghu and had just touched upon the realm of Heaven-man Connection. He wouldn't panic and let the seeds of failure grow. If his momentum was suppressed, then so be it. As long as his spirit remained strong, even if his strength was affected, he wouldn't be defeated so easily. If he could drag this out for ten breaths, victory would be his!

"Ten breaths," Mengqi said frankly. It was an imitation of Master Wang's promise of ten moves. He clearly conveyed two messages to Flame-scorching Devilman. One was that if he could drag this out for ten breaths, victory would be easy. The second was that he wouldn't hold anything back and had to race against time. He would give his all in the first few moves and leave no room for retreat. Otherwise, if he dragged this out for seven or eight breaths, he would quickly weaken. It would be impossible for him to widen the distance between them and escape the Red-stair Assassin's pursuit!

Actually, there was no need for Mengqi to state the situation. Flame-scorching Devilman could make a similar judgment based on his condition. But after Mengqi shouted, the two messages were clearly imprinted in Flame-scorching Devilman's mind, strengthening his judgment.

In a battle between experts, there was no lack of spiritual confrontation and secret battle!

"As long as I turn around and hide in the forest, follow from afar, and don't get shaken off, and drag this out for ten breaths, I can easily win without any danger …" This was Flame-scorching Devilman's first thought. He immediately wanted to hide.

But he was a veteran and instantly knew that this wasn't a good idea. He forcibly suppressed this impulse. Indeed, he should hide and follow from afar, but not now!

Currently, their Qi movements were entangled. Once he turned around and fled, his opponent would definitely launch a thunderous attack that was even more powerful than his peak. If he fled into the forest in a panic and exposed his back to his opponent, how much of his strength would he be able to display? He was afraid that he would not be able to escape death with a single slash!

Indeed, he should hide in the forest and follow him from afar, waiting for Frenzied Blade to collapse on his own. However, he had to fight him head-on for two or three moves and wait for a good opportunity before doing so!

The Killing Blade had consumed a lot of energy after burning his Blood Essence. When he was unable to launch a killing move that was almost at the level of the Exterior …

His back was heavily injured by me, so the sword in his left hand was no longer a threat. Even if I managed to stab him, it would only tickle him …

He would definitely go all out in his first few moves, and he would not take any chances …

The thought flashed through his mind as fast as lightning. While his voice was still echoing, Flame-scorching Devilman had already charged at Mengqi, his thin saber slashing out at high speed.

He chose to take the initiative to attack!

The Flame-scorching Devilman's Lightness Skill was like a spreading fire, rising and falling. No one knew when the flames would leap up, making it difficult to grasp.

The thin blade trembled, igniting the air current. Dragging a scarlet tail of flame behind it, it drew a mysterious trajectory and slashed at Mengqi's left arm.

The surroundings suddenly became scorching hot, making one feel suffocated.

Mengqi's heart was as calm as an ancient well, without any ripples or traces. He ignored the injuries on his left back and left arm and leisurely slashed out with Heaven Inflicted Pain in his right hand. The Knife Momentum was round and contained nothingness. It was like the emptiness of the firmament, capable of devouring all things and accommodating changes. It seemed to be attacking, but not attacking, and seemed to be defending, but not defending. A suction force appeared and sucked in the flames. The two sabers clashed in mid-air.

Clang!

In the midst of the collision, Heaven Inflicted Pain suddenly leaped up in a strange manner that defied common sense. It exploded and slashed out with silvery-white Knife Qi that resembled lightning.

Electric snakes leaped and crackled all around. Many pine needles sensed the Knife Qi and drifted away, charred and flattened by the electricity. A terrifying breath rushed toward Flame-scorching Devilman.

Flame-scorching Devilman's pupils shrank. He had not expected Killing Blade to be able to hide such a change. He had completely misjudged the situation!

However, he did not panic. He had expected Su Meng to use his Knife Qi with all his might. However, he had not expected it to be so strange. He could not use normal moves to block or dodge, so he had no choice but to use Sky Demon Disintegration Technique!

The genuine Qi in his body was ignited. Flame-scorching Devilman's thin saber shone brightly. He leaped up and struck the blade of Heaven Inflicted Pain!

He had calculated the time. His Sky Demon Disintegration Technique could last for another ten breaths after ten breaths. Moreover, he would be unharmed while Su Meng would be gravely injured. The result was self-evident!

When the time came, all they had to do was hide before the other masters arrived. There were many Jianghu masters who had crossed the mountains to rush here. They would not stay for long.

With a leap, the withered leaves around them spontaneously combusted, illuminating the surrounding darkness with a bright red light. The demonic saber was like a spirit in the flames, cheering and jumping for joy. It hit the blade of Heaven Inflicted Pain just in time.

Clang!

Meng Qi raised Heaven Inflicted Pain and the bursting Knife Qi slashed into the air. Snakes danced wildly, as if a thunderstorm was approaching.

However, Flame-scorching Devilman's heart skipped a beat. His pupils almost froze. When the two sabers clashed, he realized that Mengqi's "Heaven Inflicted Pain" did not contain much genuine Qi. It was entirely relying on the power of the Precious Weapon itself!

"What about his genuine Qi?

Shouldn't he be going all out without holding anything back? "

Terrified, Flame-scorching Devilman could only watch as Mengqi raised his left hand, as if waiting for the judgment of fate.

The Eight Nine Mysteries had concealed itself twice. Under such attacks, even Master Wang had been forced to defend himself, let alone Flame-scorching Devilman.

Fortunately, his left hand was nearly crippled and he could not use Exterior-level killer moves … Flame-scorching Devilman rejoiced.

However, his gaze was completely frozen!

Since Meridian had fallen to the ground, there seemed to be nothing in Mengqi's hand. A puff of white smoke sprayed out, covering Flame-scorching Devilman's head and face. Even with his Protective Upstanding Qi, his genuine Qi had leaked out during the previous move. It was difficult to completely block the white smoke.

The white smoke entered his nose. Flame-scorching Devilman's Nose Aperture closed a beat too late. After inhaling a little, Flame-scorching Devilman felt dizzy and his body went limp.

"Knockout smoke?"

"The knockout smoke used by rapists?"

"Since when did Mang Jingang, known for his ferocity and straightforwardness, know how to use knockout smoke?"

The Black Butterfly had obtained the Spring Breeze Fog from a secret tome. Even a master ranked on the Ranking List of Young Masters would go limp after inhaling a little of it!

Normally, with Flame-scorching Devilman's strength, he would have had the time to stop breathing with his Protective Upstanding Qi. However, after being deceived by the Eight Nine Mysteries, he could not react in time and fell for it!

Mengqi had used the heroic, arrogant, tough image he had built up in this battle and the serious injury to his left arm to tell Flame-scorching Devilman a good story. Flame-scorching Devilman did not doubt his words at all. He had never expected Killing Blade to use knockout smoke!

Meng Qi's genuine Qi and spirit were no longer held back when he swung his "Heaven Inflicted Pain". The saber radiance was ethereal, evoking unforgettable memories in Flame-scorching Devilman's heart. For Flame-scorching Devilman, who was starting to get muddle-headed, everything seemed like a dream, drifting and slow.

Meng Qi's demonic saber was a beat slower than usual. Heaven Inflicted Pain broke through his Protective Upstanding Qi and gently slashed Flame-scorching Devilman's neck.

The slash was like a lover's kiss. It lingered for a moment, then left. Flame-scorching Devilman's eyes lost their focus. He subconsciously covered his neck and groaned.

His pupils reflected the scene in front of him. Mengqi sheathed his saber. His voice was callous.

"Three breaths!"

"Only, only three breaths?" Flame-scorching Devilman's last shred of support collapsed. His consciousness dissipated and he fell backward.

There was still a question in his mind. Why did he use the Mystifying Fog Poison?

He believed that An Guoxie in the underworld would be more than happy to discuss this with him …

Mengqi had no time to say things like "I've always been a man of my word. If I say I'll kill you within ten breaths, I won't drag it out until the eleventh." He hurriedly took out the antidote for the Spring Breeze Paralyzing Fog and the Recover Pill. He swallowed them before he could hold his breath.

Then, Mengqi hit several major acupoints on his back to stop the bleeding and extinguish the flames. He tore off his green robe and tossed it into the burning grass nearby. The blood stains on his robe were too heavy for him to escape. At the same time, he wanted to give his pursuers the false impression that although he was heavily injured, he wasn't weak enough to collapse. He had calmly changed into his bloodied robe.

He quickly changed into the black robe and ran as he changed. He only had time to pick up the Meridian and put away Flame-scorching Devilman's thin saber. He had no time to consider the Soul-losing Flute and the Green Cultivator's belongings.

If he was stopped by the Red-stair Assassin, he would definitely die in his current state!

Moreover, he suddenly thought of a problem. The monk behind the scenes might have only hired the Unrelenting Tower as a support.

If he could think of a small trick to make a scene, the monk would definitely be able to think of it as well. The real killer would probably be the Unrelenting Tower and the other Heterodox Masters contacted by the Myths. After the Unrelenting Tower had attracted the attention of the Unrelenting Tower, they would take advantage of the situation, just like earlier.

Of course, if there was an opportunity, the Yellow-stair Assassin of the Second or Third Heaven of the Exterior would definitely not let it go.

In that case, with his decisiveness in killing, he might have even hired a Heterodox Exterior Master. Apart from the Red-stair Assassin, the Flame-scorching Devilman might also be waiting for a similar master!

The number of Exterior-level masters was limited, and the number of masters that could be hired was even more limited. There were also several routes. Mengqi asked himself: if he wasn't sure of the situation, he would definitely have ordered the Exterior masters to wait in the middle of the routes. When the signal was given, they would immediately rush to one of the routes. The distance between their current location and the routes should be about the same. He could guess that … after confirming his location in the evening, the monk would probably rush to the vicinity … If he calculated the distance of the Exterior-level masters, it wouldn't be too late once they saw the signal and confirmed their location!

The Soul-losing Flute had indeed released a signal just now …

Mengqi's nerves were taut as he ran for a distance. A few breaths had passed.

He didn't run far before he saw a mountain stream. He jumped over it, but he didn't enter the water. Instead, he entered the forest on the other side. His feet didn't touch the ground as he quickly went deeper …

…

After half an hour, a figure landed in front of the Mountain God Temple. He wore a black robe and held a strange, dark vase in his hand.

The smell of blood entered his nose. The first thing he saw were three corpses. He couldn't help but curse, "Useless!"

He had no extravagant hopes that the vigilant Flame-scorching Devilman and the others would be able to kill Su Meng, just like the ambushes along the other routes. However, with their respective strengths, shouldn't it be easy for them to hold him off for a while?

When he arrived, it would be a piece of cake!

He spread his spirit to search for traces. Soon, he found traces of Mengqi's escape and chased after him. At this moment, the shadows wriggled. The Red-stair Assassin had also arrived and was in hot pursuit.

When he reached the stream, his eyes turned cold. He thought to himself, "Using the water to escape and wash away his traces? Damn it, I wonder how far he's gone. I wonder if he's out of the mountain … "