Chapter 363 Struggle
Reality did not allow Meng Qi to have any extra thoughts. Jiang Zhiwei's White Rainbow Piercing the Sun Sword suddenly raised, and the sword's momentum was ethereal, like smoke and fog, with faint spots of bright stars, and unpredictable changes. Meng Qi could not tell what was true and what was false, whether it was his mind's reflection or his eyes and ears' judgment, or any change could become real.
Meng Qi had to retract his long sword, pretending to slash slowly, with countless changes inside, each change was so fast that only afterimages were left, and he changed to adapt to the situation.
Dangdangdang, as the swords kept clashing, Meng Qi found that Jiang Zhiwei's true energy was extremely condensed, like a trace of sword energy, which could not be borrowed or removed.
As the changes continued, Jiang Zhiwei's long sword was retracted suddenly, and the ancient and rigid sword chopped down. It was clumsy in changes, but strong in aura. The pressure was overwhelming. In Meng Qi's eyes, it was like a mountain falling down directly.
The area was filled with faint colored glass Buddha light. Jiang Zhiwei's sword and Meng Qi's sword moves would both lead to flowing light, which would remain in the air for a moment, allowing the two to fight in the traces of the past, creating a dreamlike, unreal and illusory scene.
Facing this sword, Meng Qi had no chance to communicate in secret or shout loudly. He could not try to call Jiang Zhiwei's name to make her struggle, so he could only slash with his sword quickly, like lightning across the sky, breaking the momentum with speed.
When Jiang Zhiwei's sword was halfway, it suddenly accelerated, and the long sword seemed to drag a residual shadow, and it slashed Meng Qi's blade at once, as if it had been waiting for him to respond in this way.
It was difficult to exert force from the side, and Meng Qi's right hand was heavy, and Tian Zhishang almost slipped out of his hand.
Jiang Zhiwei's sword momentum unfolded, sometimes as fast as thunder, sometimes purely motionless, sometimes graceful and changeable, sometimes with strange peaks, sometimes contrary to the sword principles, with flaws everywhere, and sometimes the sword became Tai Chi, as one.
Each of her swords had its own essence, and she could use them effortlessly and freely, which was much better than Meng Qi's swordsmanship.
Meng Qi's swordsmanship also had nearly ten kinds of essences, but he could never integrate them into one, and he could not show them casually in his own story. They were like beams and pillars that had not yet been built into a hall.
But Jiang Zhiwei's swordsmanship had reached this level. Each sword pointed directly at Meng Qi's flaws, and just showed the most suitable essence. Moreover, each sword was not completely separated, but followed a certain law.
From complex to simple, from simple to complex, Dugu Yijian, there is no difference.
Meng Qi was completely at a disadvantage, and could only defend himself, his spirit tense, like a bowstring ready to be launched. If not, Jiang Zhiwei would create opportunities for him, and he would encounter a series of killer attacks, wave after wave, which was unbearable.
He also wanted to tell a story with knife and sword skills, but when he first faced his friends, he had no way to raise the killing intent and the mentality of not fearing accidental killing. His momentum was suppressed by the "demon-possessed" Jiang Zhiwei, and he was at a disadvantage in the mental confrontation. He could not exert eight out of ten stops of strength. In the current situation, how difficult it would be to stand up and tell a wonderful story?
This can't be dragged on any longer!
Meng Qi knew it was wrong. If he continued like this, he would get more and more trapped in the situation, and he might not even have a chance to fight back!
He activated the Eight-Nine Mysterious Art, his body was pale gold, and he suddenly slashed with a knife, as if he didn't care about the consequences and exchanged injuries for injuries.
The silver-white electric light jumped, leaving a snake-like trace in the light glass color that enveloped the surroundings. Jiang Zhiwei folded his long sword and stabbed Meng Qi's back, still in the same place, still in the same position, and the previous strength even remained. Layer by layer, Meng Qi was afraid that he really couldn't hold the wound of the sky.
A sword thrust down, weak in power, Meng Qi's "Heavenly Wound" swung down, and the long sword in his left hand thrust out at the same time, without any time difference, almost at the same time.
Jiang Zhiwei's long sword was horizontal, and the hilt of the sword hit Meng Qi's Liuhuo exactly like the attraction between yin and yang, but it was still weak in power.
At this moment, Meng Qi's "Heavenly Wound" that was swinging down was raised, and chopped down on his head. The blade was fierce, and the original ground trembled. He slashed eight times, and only slashed with all his strength for the last time.
"The Thunder Shocks the Nine Heavens"!
Relying on the Eight-Nine Mysterious Art and the mutual competition between the left and right, Meng Qi finally seized the opportunity!
Originally, it was easier to control the opponent with Ananda's Breaking Precepts Sword Technique, but Meng Qi was afraid that the obsession and desire caused by the "Yuan Mo" consciousness would add fuel to the fire.
Boom!
The airflow compression caused by the eight virtual slashes brought loud thunder, adding to the fierce momentum.
Purple lightning spewed out and turned into a mad dragon. After Meng Qi's Eight-Nine Mysterious Art was promoted to Seven Apertures, he no longer needed to deliberately accumulate purple thunder power. He could directly operate the core methods of the Mysterious Art and Purple Thunder Power to simulate purple electric power with his own true energy, and the power was almost the same!
More magical than the Small Wuxiang Art and the Guizang Wanwu Art!
Of course, the premise is to have the core part of the art and the luck route.
The mad electric dragon intertwined head and tail, absorbing the vitality of the air flow, making the surrounding void feel like it collapsed towards the center, making the sword appear vast, like a rolling purple wheel, crushing everything, indestructible!
Even being deceived, facing Meng Qi's sword, Jiang Zhiwei seemed to be able to only defend herself, but the White Rainbow Piercing the Sun Sword that hit Liuhuo rebounded strangely, half a breath faster than Meng Qi expected.
She did not defend but counterattacked. The sword light surged, pure as one, and also struck up and down, across the sea, splitting the mountains and dividing the oceans, mighty and unstoppable, and slashed straight at the flaw after the mad thunder shook the sky and the momentum climbed to the peak.
How could it be... Meng Qi's pupils shrank slightly, and the surrounding scene suddenly reflected in his mind. He saw countless traces left on the light colored glass, which had not yet disappeared, from Jiang Zhiwei's first move to the current "strike the sea".
The traces were mysterious, like the trajectory of the stars, and the traces left by the sword tip were like stars.
At this moment, the glazed Buddha light that filled the four directions seemed to have turned into an infinite universe, but Jiang Zhiwei's sword moves were like stars filling it, surrounding all traces of Meng Qi's sword moves and blade momentum in it, and there was no life in the ten directions and six directions.
The stars were dotted, and the trajectories were connected, turning into a beautiful nebula, and the most brilliant, brightest and most critical star was this "Strike the Sea"!
It turned out that this was a sword that she had been accumulating "momentum" for a long time, not because she had expected deception. If I hadn't used the Eight-Nine Mysterious Art and the Left and Right Fighting to turn the situation around, I would be completely passive now, and there would be no chance of winning!
Boom!
The nine lightning dragons were cut into two pieces, and the purple exploded, completely disrupting the traces on the surrounding glazed Buddha light. The swords and swords hit each other, and it was no longer a crisp sound, but a roaring explosion.
After Meng Qi swung his long sword, his true energy stagnated, and the subsequent "Fairy from the Sky" was half a beat slower.
Jiang Zhiwei's reverberating sword had risen again. Meng Qi suddenly felt his soul was frightened, his whole body numb, and his moves became slow.
Before the sword moves were launched, the divine will arrived first, and the glass Buddha light seemed to dim a little. This was the Dharmakaya's killing move "Sword Out of Selflessness".
Meng Qi knew it was it, but knowing and reacting were two different things. The soul seemed to be suppressed by the sword's will, and bound by some unchanging law between heaven and earth. No matter how he responded, it seemed to be a beat slower, and life and death were separated.
He tried his best to operate the "Immortal Seal" and "Transformation of Heaven and Earth", and tried his best to use the "Flying Fairy from the Sky", but the sword light seemed to have condensed, and Jiang Zhiwei's bright red and strange eyes were looking at him indifferently and ruthlessly.
Suddenly, a ripple appeared in Jiang Zhiwei's pupils, as if struggling, and the sword's will became unstable.
Opportunity? Meng Qi didn't have time to think about anything else. He stepped to one side, like a chariot galloping, and directly shortened the distance between the two sides to within three feet. His left shoulder deliberately hit the tip of Jiang Zhiwei's sword, and the pale gold was penetrated, but the damage was reduced. The muscles and bones exerted force to clamp the long sword.
Jiang Zhiwei pulled back with force, and Meng Qi rushed forward. The distance between the two sides was so close that their breathing could be heard.
Jiang Zhiwei did not try to draw the sword again, but burst out with sword energy. Her Dharma body's big move was interrupted by herself, and there was a backlash. She could not activate the treasure weapon for the time being.
The pale gold shone brightly, competing with the sharp edge, and the sound of cutting continued.
It doesn't need to block for long, just one breath!
Meng Qi's right hand "Heaven's Wound" fell to the ground by itself, and his five fingers pinched the wonderful mark and pressed the big acupoint in front of Jiang Zhiwei.
Jiang Zhiwei's left hand formed a sword finger and pointed to Meng Qi's palm.
Meng Qi led with five fingers, and Jiang Zhiwei's sword finger rose up and poked his nose bridge, which was offset by the Eight-Nine Mysterious Art, and only two strands of blood flowed out.
Then, Meng Qi waved his right hand and hit Jiang Zhiwei's tanzhong with his back palm. His index finger suddenly pointed out, and the power was released, as if starlight condensed and quickly spread to other major acupoints.
Star God Pointing Finger!
Jiang Zhiwei slowly fell to the ground, and the hand holding the long sword did not loosen at all.
Seeing this, Meng Qi breathed a sigh of relief. He did not dare to waste time and directly searched Jiang Zhiwei's purse and other places to take out the filth-eliminating pill.
With a slight force on his right hand, Jiang Zhiwei opened her mouth. Meng Qi flicked his left hand and the filth-eliminating pill flew into her mouth and melted when it came into contact with water.
Then, Meng Qi pressed his palm on her back and used his strength to help her release the power of the medicine. Then he took out the coldness in front of the Buddha and placed it in front of Jiang Zhiwei, infusing his spirit and directly stimulating it.
The lights were as small as beans, but they could illuminate the ten directions. The warmth, purity and solemnity were pervasive, complementing the surrounding glass Buddha light.
This place seemed no longer a demon world, but a Buddha land.
The light of the green lamp shone on Jiang Zhiwei, revealing a trace of demonic energy, and a twisted black shadow was hidden between her eyebrows.
Meng Qi's face became solemn, and his temperament changed, like the sky looking down at the vicissitudes of life, and he invaded Jiang Zhiwei's spiritual sea with the method of changing the sky and striking the earth.
Half of the spiritual sea was dark, and the remaining half was full of "sword energy", resisting stubbornly.
After halfway, Jiang Zhiwei's soul was weak, entangled by a trace of black air, her eyes were blood red and empty, and the sharp energy gradually turned into filth.
The light shone in, the medicine was powerful, the black air was fixed, and slowly dissipated.
Meng Qi directly recalled Jiang Zhiwei's memory fragments, and countless golden rays gathered and invested in her soul, allowing her to get rid of the influence of the killing intention.
"... I have thought of a nickname for you after you become famous."
"What?"
"Chicken Slaughtering Sword God."
The voice echoed, Jiang Zhiwei's eyes got rid of the emptiness, and her soul turned into a sword energy, soaring into the sky.
The black air was crushed, screams arose, and Meng Qi's spirit was also ejected from the sea of the mind.
Black air emanated from Jiang Zhiwei's seven orifices, which were completely dispersed by the light of the green lamp. Then her throat made a sound, and she suddenly vomited a large pool of black water, which was dark and filthy, but the blood color of her eyes and the charm of her lips faded away.
"Finally it's fine." Meng Qi couldn't help but reveal a bright smile, and then he distracted himself from his injuries, and his muscles moved to stop the bleeding of the wound.
Jiang Zhiwei looked at Meng Qi, who was still bleeding from his nose, and bit her lip, half trying to hold back a smile and half feeling touched: "Why don't you wipe your face."
Meng Qi responded, first helping Jiang Zhiwei to unblock the acupuncture points, and then wiping the blood from her nose.
"Thanks to you again." Jiang Zhiwei sighed, "It was like a nightmare that I couldn't get rid of before."
Meng Qi saved a companion, and his mood was temporarily high. He nodded: "The matter is urgent, we must find Senior Brother Qi and the others quickly, so as not to entangle our consciousness and make it difficult to separate. Let's talk while walking."