Time Travel and Love

Chu Qingmeng's hands were itchy and painful from the internal force of his kick, and her unstable lower body was exposed. Mo Liujin held Chu Qingmeng in his arms, which helped her to stand firm.

"Are you hurt?" Mo Liujin frowned. Chu Qingmeng shook her head, but Mo Liujin could still hear her panting and uneven breathing. Mo Liujin patted her gently and said, "Take a deep breath, sink into your Dantian, and even out your breathing."

Chu Qingmeng looked up at him playfully without saying anything. What was he thinking? If she knew where her Dantian was, she would have internal strength, okay?!

Qianyin narrowed her eyes, finding Chu Qingmeng's weakness. Her lower body was unstable, so she just needed to avoid her long sword and attack her lower body. Then, she put on a charming face again and said to the Eighth Prince, "Master, you can do your thing. This is just a game between women. You don't have to take it to heart."

Chu Qingmeng raised an eyebrow and imitated her and said to Mo Liujin, "Third brother, look at her. I want to touch her long legs, but she won't let me."

"..." Mo Liujin remained silent, and Qing Meng's evil taste became more and more intense.

Old Eight stumbled again at Chu Qingmeng's words, and then laughed sarcastically, "Third cousin, your sister-in-law's hobby is quite unique."

After saying that, he thrust his long sword towards Chu Qingmeng, while Qianyin drew out the soft sword from her waist and attacked Chu Qingmeng's lower body. Mo Liujin raised his sword and swung away Ba Wang's long sword. With a forceful step, he shook off Qianyin's soft sword. Chu Qingmeng once again tightened her Miao Dao and rushed towards Qianyin. Want to attack her lower body? He had to lower her Miao Dao first! Mo Liujin raised his sword to entangle Lao Ba and prevent him from moving forward. He finally realized that Qingmeng would not suffer any loss against this woman! Qianyin was stunned. Could this long sword be used like this?! She was just stunned for a moment, and Chu Qingmeng's long sword was at her feet. With a counter-swing, she quickly turned over to avoid it. She attacked Chu Qingmeng's legs again. Chu Qingmeng sneered, and raised her sword like an autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves. Qianyin's soft sword was knocked away. Qianyin flew to catch the soft sword.

Chu Qingmeng saw He Qi who had just killed his opponent and said, "Qi Qi! Leg!"

When He Qi heard her cry, it was a subconscious reaction since he accompanied her to climb over the wall when they were young. He took a horse stance and dived down, with his hands on his legs. Chu Qingmeng threw the long sword into the air and stepped on He Qi's hands on his legs with two steps. He Qi lifted her feet with both hands, and Chu Qingmeng kicked the long sword with a hook kick. This kick contained spiritual power. Qianyin received her soft sword, and the knife pierced her body from the back. She looked down in shock and disbelief, and fell heavily to the ground.

Chu Qingmeng was no better than her. She and He Qi had a tacit understanding of climbing over the wall, but climbing over the wall didn't require anyone to catch them! After He Qi raised her, she went to kill again! Now that he had internal strength, even if he restrained his strength, the jump was still a little high! Mo Jiangche reacted quickly. Seeing that Feiying was entangled by the private soldiers and couldn't get away, he turned over and caught Chu Qingmeng who almost fell to the ground, "Mother."

Lao Ba had already caught Qianyin's body, and she didn't fall to the ground. He closed Qianyin's eyes without saying a word, then looked up at Chu Qingmeng with murderous intent in his eyes.

Chu Qingmeng was somewhat touched by Mo Jiangche's approach. "Damn, my sister has such a big son!" Mo Liujin stood in front of the mother and son, watching Lao Ba. When he noticed Lao Ba's murderous intent, Mo Jiangche let go of Chu Qingmeng and pulled her behind him, tightening his grip on the sword.

The men fighting with Kui Wenzhong and the others noticed Lao Ba's murderous intent. Seeing Qianyin in his arms, the four of them quickly left the battlefield and knelt beside her. Kui Wenzhong and the others also turned around and stood beside Chu Qingmeng.

Shuang Cheng stared straight at Qianyin on the ground and uttered a few words, "Qianji Pavilion, Cheng Qianyin."

Kui Wenzhong was startled for a moment and looked at Chu Qingmeng, then turned back and frowned, "Cheng Qianyin's martial arts shouldn't be like this."

"No wonder those four are as skilled as we are." Wu Qing, like everyone else, was covered in wounds of varying sizes, his clothes practically soaked in blood. Kui Wenzhong was the only one among them who had only two shallow sword wounds.

"Thousand Machine Pavilion?" Mo Liujin frowned. "Thousand Machine Pavilion, as famous as the fifth floor? Who is Cheng Qianyin?"

"Master of Qianji Pavilion." Kui Wenzhong frowned, and after a moment's thought, he said, "Second Young Master, you don't have to do anything later. Just take Master Jiu away."

“…”I’m being treated like trash again.

Mo Jiangche knew that his martial arts skills were not as good as theirs, so he didn't say much. He just stepped back and embraced Chu Qingmeng, ready to take her away at any time. Wu Qing stepped forward to take Mo Jiangche's position.

Sure enough, the next moment, Lao Ba gently put Cheng Qianyin down. He stood up with his sword in hand, staring at Chu Qingmeng, who was protected by the crowd, with red eyes, and whispered, "This fight will not stop until one dies."

The four men received the order, unsheathed their swords and attacked. Kui Wenzhong and the other three also rushed forward with their swords drawn. The Eighth Prince held a silver needle in his hand and stabbed it into his dantian. The shock in Mo Liujin's eyes made him breathe hard.