Meng 49 sword

Meng Qiqi came from the sky.

He stepped directly on the tiles on the roof, and his figure was like a sword, destroying everything.

The broken tiles that fell suddenly caused Xue Manshan and Baimian to be separated. The two of them looked at the hole above their heads together, and saw the murderous Meng Qiqi.

Who is Meng Qiqi?

The No. [-] Dahun man in Tianzi.

When enemies meet, they are extremely jealous.Without further ado, start fighting immediately!

"Dang!" As the weapons clashed, Meng Qiqi made a fierce attack, picked up a piece of tile on his toe and kicked out, going straight to the opponent's next third.

The white mask only felt a chill in his crotch, and immediately backed away, but forgot that Xue Manshan was behind him.

Xue Manshan and Meng Qiqi exchanged a tacit look, and both sides attacked the white mask together.Use the same trick, divided into left and right directions, so that the white mask cannot be avoided.

White Mask couldn't help it, he gritted his teeth and came to a donkey roll.

Meng Qiqi was not polite at all, she drew out the ring-shou knife with her free left hand, and slashed at the ground without hesitation at all.

"Meng Qiqi!" White Mask gritted his teeth.

Meng Qiqi smiled, and struck faster and more ruthlessly.The light of the knife almost slashed at the back of White Mask's head, the sharp blade cut off a strand of his hair in the blink of an eye.

Between you and me, he made another gratifying discovery.

This white mask's trick made him feel a little familiar, very similar to the one he had met during the Immortal Examination Conference - the other party tried to use Zhou Ziheng to win over Meng Qiqi, and finally lost Wuyan to him.

"Why is it you again? Are you here to visit Wuyan's grave?" Meng Qiqi asked with a smile.

"None of your business!" White Mask said coldly.

"Yo." Meng Qiqi laughed, "It's really you?"

"You lied to me?!"

"Hehe." Meng Qiqi caught a hint of intimacy from his angry words. Facing such a lovely acquaintance, he naturally had to greet him in a more enthusiastic way.

So he unleashed both swords and swords, and occasionally used some small hidden weapons.If it wasn't for the fear of bringing down the Tanghua Building, he would have thrown out a lotus flower and cut off half of his head.

Xue Manshan injured his arm, and fought against Qu Ping one after another, the injury was not serious.Meng Qiqi's arrival made him feel less stressed, he quickly retreated to the side, took the healing elixir, and checked the core of the barrier.

Fortunately, he stopped Qu Ping just now, and the array that kept the barrier stable was not damaged.

And at this moment, Meng Qiqi caught a glimpse of the growing fire downstairs and the excited cheers of the monks.

Princess Yihe yelled loudly for the monks to quickly exit the building, "Everyone! Get out quickly! The Tanghua Building will definitely collapse!"

After a fire, the Tanghualou was already unstable.Now there was another big fire, and even the cinnabar plum fell down, and the whole building was even more crumbling.

At this time, the monsters were almost cleaned up, and the monks ran out one after another.Those who were not injured picked up the corpses of their companions, and those who were able to walk supported those with broken legs. Yihe also pulled Yang Qi out of the room.

Wang Changlin also wanted to run away, but no one forgot him.

"kill him!"

"kill him!"

"He is a traitor!"

"Traitors deserve to die!"

With a sound of accusation, Wang Changlin was firmly blocked in the door.He wanted to explain, but his heart was riddled with resentment, and he stole his city in a panic. No matter how innocent he behaved, his eyes could no longer lie.

Everyone agreed that he was a traitor.

He is a traitor.

He must be a traitor!

Countless angry monks turned back regardless of the fire, and raised their swords to kill the traitor.As for the patriarch of the dignified Wang clan, Wang Changlin, who tried his best to strengthen the family and gain supreme glory, couldn't figure out why he ended up being hacked to death by angry monks with wild swords.

There are many people among them, even those who he never cared about in the past, the low class.

Meng Qiqi on the top floor didn't feel anything about it, he already had other contests in his heart.

"Eldest brother, you protect the array, back away for now!" Meng Qiqi shouted abruptly, then threw out the ring head knife, and sent out two poisoned flying knives to seal Qu Ping's left and right, forcing him to go up to dodge.

Xue Manshan believed in the strength of his junior brother, and immediately retreated without saying a word.

Meng Qiqi took a step with his right foot, looked up at Qu Ping who was flying above, with a trace of teasing in his eyes.

Old friends meet, send you a flower!

The tip of the sword dances, and the silver lotus appears.

But this time the lotus blooms upwards.

The 49 petals that were more solid than before unfolded, turned into flying swords, dragged out a gorgeous afterimage, and shot towards Qu Ping.

Qu Ping's pupils shrank, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the big hole Meng Qiqi stepped on just now, and rushed away like burning his butt.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye.

The 49 sword sliced ​​off the entire roof of the Tanghua Building, the sun poured down, and the flying dust and broken wood fell, like a different kind of rain.

The fire, however, was burning fiercely on the ground floor, facing the rain and thriving.

The two met in mid-air, and the fire ignited the rain, and the rain turned into fire rain, which was so spectacular and magnificent that it cannot be described in words.

The monks who had not had time to run out of the Tanghua Building were stunned, and the monks who had already run out of the building also watched this miraculous scene through the carved lattice windows, and opened their mouths slightly.

Lianhua, 49 swords, that's Meng Qiqi!

At this moment, everyone was watching Huo Yu, but no one noticed Qu Ping who fled out of the initial smoke.

Meng Qiqi's 49 swords became more and more powerful. Even though he had escaped fast enough, he was still affected by the flying sword, causing countless wounds on his arms and legs.

Although it was not fatal, the blood kept flowing out, if Meng Qiqi continued to be entangled, he would definitely die.

Qu Ping didn't dare to take it too seriously, he took off his mask and threw it away the moment he jumped out of the cave, and then took advantage of the smoke and dust to cover him, and immediately fled the Tanghualou.

Meng Qiqi followed closely, and her speed was not too slow, and within a few steps, she caught up with Qu Ping.

Qu Ping stood on the corner of the eaves, facing Meng Qiqi, completely embarrassed.

Meng Qiqi looked at him and asked, "Who are you? What's your relationship with Ji Yuetang?"

Qu Ping didn't answer, he was still wearing a human skin mask, not afraid that Meng Qiqi would recognize it.

But Meng Qiqi suddenly called out his name, "Qu Ping?"

Qu Ping was slightly startled, then quickly regained his composure, took another step back, and said, "You can deceive me once, but you can't deceive me a second time."

Meng Qiqi shrugged, regretfully said: "Then I can only kill you."

"Okay, you come." Qu Ping said.

Meng Qiqi squinted her eyes, suddenly sensed something was wrong, and immediately raised her sword and stabbed out.But Qu Ping's movements were faster than him, he just jumped lightly, and jumped down from the Tanghua Building.

The side he was standing on happened to be facing Mochou Lake.

Qu Ping fell from a high altitude and hit the water heavily, causing waves to bloom.

The monks on the bank shouted "catch people", and many people jumped into the water, but no matter how hard they searched, they couldn't find any trace of Qu Ping.

Meng Qiqi watched from a high place, knowing that the other party must have planned the escape route early, and someone would respond.Maybe there was a crack in the water too, who knows.

Pity.

"Let's go, don't chase the poor." Xue Manshan came from behind.

Meng Qiqi nodded, and then left with him, and just after the two left, this famous building that had stood beside Mochou Lake for hundreds of years was finally engulfed in flames, gradually disappearing from everyone's sight.

Some people sighed, some mourned, and the injured lay on the ground. Many people felt unacceptable to this sudden change.

Suddenly, someone asked, "Where's Meng Li?!"

Countless people woke up, "Why did he disappear?!"

"The people from Beidoumen seem to have disappeared!"

"They and the white mask are indeed in the same group!"

"..."

Wang Changlin is dead, and no one will think about his innocence.Meng Li's escape is the best evidence, he must be the accomplice of the white mask, and he has run away now.

Princess Yihe pondered for a moment, then ordered the whole city to arrest her.Even if you can't catch them temporarily, you must prevent them from letting the tragedy of Tanghualou happen again before the news spreads.

This time, they underestimated the enemy.

Unfortunately, misfortunes never come singly, a Yanling guard hurried over and brought even worse news—the granary was flooded.

Yihe gasped, his already exhausted body almost fell down.She grabbed the other party's collar and said angrily: "How could the granary be flooded?! I sent the most people there, how did you show me!"

Yan Lingwei's face was ashen, but he couldn't say a word of refutation.

But Meng Qiqi saw through the white mask's trick at the first time. The raid on the Tanghualou was fake, but the burning of the granary was real.After careful calculation, it seems that there are not many white masks who came to Tanghualou. If they really want to kill the big brother, it is impossible to send only one master.

The granary, the most important thing is the granary.

Once the granary is destroyed, the hearts of the people will be in chaos!

Princess Yihe also thought of the key point, pulled herself together and mobilized people, and hurried to Jiaoyi Street.

At this time, Jiaoyi Street was more brightly lit than Chanhualou.That is tons and tons of grain, and it will be the rations that the common people will rely on for their survival for an unknown period of time in the future.

But a fire made the people of Jiaoyi Street truly understand what despair is.

Boundless despair is like a sea of ​​bitterness, drowning you. Your tears are bitter, your heart is bitter, and even your breathing is bitter.

Closed doors were opened one after another, and countless people knelt down helplessly by the door, looking at the corpses covered with money in the granary and the burned grain in the fire, weeping and grabbing the ground.

The cries became a piece, and it sounded even louder than the roar of monsters.

But suddenly, a ladle of water splashed out.

A half-grown boy, wearing shabby clothes, with a wound on his back from a monster's claws, bloody and bloody.The light of the fire illuminated his yellow and thin face. He struggled to carry a small wooden bucket, quickly scooped out a ladle of water from it, and poured it out again.

He is fighting a fire.

Everyone knew he was fighting a fire.

But with such a big fire, just relying on him to use one ladle of water and another ladle of water, is it useful?He couldn't even pick up the whole barrel and throw it out.

Knowing that it is impossible to do it, it is a bit ridiculous to be tragic.