The Heavens: Thousands of Households Starting from Number One in the World

Chapter 70

Meng Jing's unpretentious sword fell from the sky.

When Wan Sanqian saw such a terrifying knife gang, his face turned pale with fright, but behind him, the Four Ghosts of Xiangxi were fighting and the stars appeared, and the four people in front of Wan Sanqian joined hands to support the air mask.

Dao Gang Zhan gradually disappeared on the invisible and viscous air mask.

Meng Jing vacated from the horseback, and said in the voice transmission in the air: "Take down those who dare to resist."

Immediately with a horizontal knife, arrow feathers prepared, the black-clothed arrow team cooperated well, surrounded some "No. Take an arrow and shoot at the deserters.

For a while, screaming again and again.

Meng Jing used the method of catching with eagle claws, and fell from the sky, turning into a meteor, rushing towards Wansanqian.

And the Four Dogs of Xiangxi came after hearing the sound, and set up a defensive air shield here to envelop Wansanqian.

Fingers like steel clasped the gas mask, Meng Jing's hair danced, and a smile appeared on his face, but his eyes looked at Wan Sanqian, who had already been ashen-faced, with murderous intent.

It felt like hitting the viscous gel, and all the internal force was dispelled.

The phantom magic skill has created the ability of the four to work together to resolve internal forces, and they have been awarded the title of the unbeatable Four Ghosts of Xiangxi.

What is currently shown is the role of dissolving internal forces.

"Meng Jing, you can't hurt us, and we can't hurt you. It's pointless to fight!" The four Xiangxi ghosts said in unison.

"I've heard for a long time that the four ghosts of Xiangxi teamed up to dispel internal forces are unmatched in martial arts. I want to give it a try."

Meng Jing, who at least has respect for the top experts, caught Wansanqian's proud smile in the gas mask from the corner of his eyes, and immediately blew his hair and said murderously: "If you don't go away, I will tell you the Four Ghosts of Xiangxi to change!" Become a dead ghost in Xiangxi, I will do what I say!"

A red mist-like murderous aura surged from Meng Jing's body.

Seeing this, the Four Ghosts of Xiangxi couldn't do anything good, and immediately fought. Meng Jing used his rapid saber technique to meet the continuous fists and palms of the Four Ghosts of Xiangxi.

Meng Jing wanted to pretend to be injured, and wanted to lure the Four Ghosts of Xiangxi away from Wan Sanqian's vicinity, but the other party followed the principle of bodyguards and never left Wan Sanqian's body.

Seeing this and that, Meng Jing couldn't do anything, so she simply exploded the internal energy of the Blood Fiend Heart Sutra with all her strength, turning her whole body into a scarlet mist, and the blade was coated with a layer of flowing blood-red liquid.

Then he chooses to fight head-on.

With one blow, he slashed on the air shield.

The internal energy is overflowing, the trees, flowers and plants in the world's No. [-] villa, as well as the attic and ancient bridges, are all trembling.

The four Xiangxi ghosts all wore black veils on their faces, so they couldn't see their facial expressions, but Meng Jing knew that he had already shocked them by the slash in their eyes.

The internal force of Meng Jing's dantian circulates crazily along Ren Du's two meridians, and then closes through countless meridians, pouring into the three yang and three yin meridians of the hand, and attaching the internal force to the blade.

Gradually, the air mask was shrunk by the pressure of the blood knife, and the Four Ghosts of Xiangxi with Wan Sanqian gradually retreated, and the bricks on the ground were crushed.

Inside the gas mask, Wan Sanqian's eyes were about to crack, and he stared at the blood-red blade a foot away in horror.

The ground where the five of them stood began to shatter and collapse, and every time it sank, mud would splash out from it, turning into rapid hidden weapons and shooting around, shooting the surrounding walls into a sieve.

With a loud bang, the gap between the gas mask and the blade exploded, producing a strong shock wave, which broke through the surrounding thin tree trunks and bounced both sides away.

Meng Jing's body spun several times in the air and landed on the ground, raising dust, while the Four Ghosts of Xiangxi retreated a few feet on the ground before barely stopping.

"It's really a turtle shell!" Meng Jing stared.

Meng Jing couldn't do anything about it. No matter how much internal energy he gushed out, he would be dissipated by the air mask invisibly, and disappeared without a trace, as if he encountered a great method of absorbing energy.

However, through Meng Jing's short fight, Meng Jing also learned that the Phantom Magic Art did not absorb internal energy, and its function was to dissipate his internal energy directly, dispersing between the heaven and the earth, causing Meng Jing's internal energy to be useless to the people in the air mask. On five people.

Meng Jing's feet exerted force, and the bloody power burst out along the foot veins with a horrifying sprint force. Meng Jing took the knife and turned into a blood-red line, slashing at the air mask in a flash, and the figure and the air mask instantly staggered and landed on the ground. In another place, the old trick was repeated.

Continuous sprinting and slashing.

Meng Jing was trying to see if the Four Ghosts of Xiangxi could react to attacks from all directions with an unparalleled explosive speed.

A series of loud bangs.

Every time it sounded, the gas mask propped up by the four Xiangxi ghosts would be beaten to move.

In Wan Sanqian's eyes, Meng Jing turned into a red lightning bolt, slashing back and forth on the gas mask with a blade, and couldn't see his body at all, because the speed was too fast, and he could hardly see it with ordinary people's sight.

grunted.

The voice was like the voice of the dead in hell, and Wan Sanqian fell into the icy and cold place, and his hairs stood on end, only to see that the person beside him had blood overflowing from his mouth.

"Officer, we are passively defending and have no chance of winning!" One of them said with difficulty.

"I can only take you out of this place first. Once our internal strength is exhausted and the air shield is chopped apart by this continuous knife, Meng Jing and others can easily take your life."

"I don't know why this person has deep internal strength, but his strength is so terrifying. If we can fight back, we can fight against him, but..."

but what?
Don't they mean to bring Wansanqian, his oil bottle?

Wan Sanqian's teeth trembled because of the fear of life and death. He wanted to stay away from Meng Jing who had turned into a murderous god all the time. He hurriedly said, "Then take me away now!"

The four Xiangxi ghosts were connected with each other, and after getting Wan Sanqian's permission, the four of them raised their hands at the same time and performed an unknown palm technique.

Meng Jing sneered, and continued to slash his body continuously, chopping up the palm prints one by one, and then rushed away again.

But it only takes a moment for the master to make a move. The moment Meng Jing shattered the four palm prints, the four Xiangxi ghosts had already carried Wan Sanqian, turned into a rapid phantom, jumped up and down, and went away into the distance.

Seeing this, Meng Jing couldn't give up, she made a quick decision, and turned into a phantom to chase after him.

(End of this chapter)