Heavy rain pours down, as if the Milky Way has turned upside down, waterfalls fall from the sky, bringing isolation all around, contrasting with the quiet din, inducing a drowsy darkness that makes it hard to see things.

  In such a rainy night, the white feathered arrow pierced through layers of water curtains, as if it came from the nine hells, its cold light shone on people, and went straight to their hearts.

  Xiao Zi was suspended in mid-air, as if riding on clouds and fog, without any support, facing the soul-sucking evil spirit-like white feathered long arrow, she could only stare with a pair of terrified eyes, having no way to cope.

  Suddenly, in her desperation, she felt a weight on her body and was pushed downwards, narrowly avoiding the long arrow.

  She looked back in astonishment, through the thick rain curtain and the dark darkness, vaguely seeing a "treasured appearance" face.

  Meng Qi was flung flying and couldnt change his shape, he bit his teeth, pushed Xiao Zi away with his left hand, pulled out the seal knife with his right hand, and blocked it in front of him.

  When a sharp sound, the long arrow that came straight to Meng Qis throat was blocked by the knife, but another one, Meng Qi had no way to avoid it, and could only lower his head and shrink his abdomen to avoid the vital point.

  Puff, a long arrow shot into Meng Qis right shoulder, making a sound of piercing through layers of thick fabric, with great force.

  Fortunately, it was not only Meng Qi and others who had difficulty seeing things in the rain at night, but also failed to discover the hidden reins on the road. The ambushers were also the same, and most of the arrows they shot deviated. Otherwise, even if Meng Qi wore an iron armor, he would not be able to avoid the many arrowheads.

  With a thud, Meng Qi fell to the ground. A lazy donkey rolled away to avoid the continuing arrow rain. At the same time, his left hand stretched out and pulled out the long arrow from his right shoulder.

  Blood spurted out, fortunately Meng Qis iron shirt was slightly effective, the wound was not deep and did not affect his swordsmanship.

  At this time, in the dark rain curtain, figures rushed over, some holding long knives and others grasping thick swords, surrounding Meng Qi, Qi Zhengyan and others.

  The ambusher also found the environment unfavorable and long-range attacks were difficult to effectively hit the target.

  Meng Qi stood up straight, brandishing his sword at the enemy. All around him were vague figures, and he couldnt tell how many enemies there were. He felt like an attack could come from anywhere in the rain at any moment.

  In the darkness, every place seems to be hiding an enemy!

  What a chaotic battle! Meng Qi gritted his teeth and rushed forward, surprisingly launching a preemptive attack instead of trying to escape.

  At this moment, an idea in his heart was extremely clear: since he couldnt see the enemy clearly, neither should they!

  Only by rushing into the midst of the enemy and stirring up a more chaotic situation can one bring out the effect of "Eight Trigrams" and "Iron Cloth Shirt", in order to survive!

  If he were to escape, with the effect of "Shen Xing Ba Bu", it wouldnt be difficult to get out of the current encirclement. However, Meng Qi was worried that there might still be experts lurking in the shadows, waiting for him to leave the chaotic area so they could find their target and strike. At that time, he would have fierce tigers in front and a pack of wolves behind, his life would be in danger.

  In a few steps, Meng Qi rushed into the enemy in front of him, his footsteps did not stop, he was swift and elusive, the knife flashed, and there was always blood splashing, and people fell to the ground.

  In this process, Meng Qi was also unable to rely on "Shen Xing Ba Bu" because it was too chaotic.

  He completely dodged the attack, but he knew how to avoid the fatal blow, using his iron shirt to resist stubbornly. Half a column of incense had passed, and although there were many sword wounds on his body, he never suffered serious injury or lost combat effectiveness.

  The besieging enemies were increasingly frightened, and Meng Qi in the dark night was like a ghost. Every time he appeared, it was accompanied by the death or serious injury of his companions, while most of their attacks hit their own people, forcing them to retreat. When they finally managed to wound him once, they felt that their swords were hindered and could not penetrate deeply.

  This is basically a monster!

  They all knew about the horizontal exercise, but in such an environment, under the coordination of "Shen Xing Ba Bu", Tiebu shirt gave them a strong sense of non-human!

  However, Meng Qi himself was not having a good time either. The endless enemies and the seemingly omnipresent weapons put him under immense pressure. If he wasnt careful, he might get hit at any moment.

  Heavy rain poured down, blood splattered everywhere, the stench filled my nostrils. Meng Qi fought through the night in all directions, struggling to hold on, as corpses fell one after another around him, yet it seemed like even more figures were closing in.

  Xiao Zi fell into the muddy ground, straining her waist and abdomen to try to get up, but her body was soft and weak, unable to succeed, and could only stare blankly as the ambushing enemy closed in.

  "Xiao Sang, Xiao Sang..." She was fearfully and desperately muttering something to herself.

  In her panic, she suddenly froze because the approaching enemy did not close in on her but instead joined the fierce battle at the front.

  Heavy rain poured down, lightning flashed, and Xiao Zi vaguely saw a figure wandering around, with knife lights weaving together, firmly attracting the nearby enemies there.

  This figure is short and small, but at this moment it seems so tall and reliable.

  He was repeatedly wounded, but remained silent and did not utter a single cry of pain, forming a stark contrast with the surrounding cries.

  Xiao Zi stopped muttering to herself, and the look of horror and panic on her face gradually subsided.

  In the heat of battle, Meng Qi didnt know how long it had been. Just when he felt like he couldnt hold on any longer, the enemy in front of him suddenly let out a loud cry and turned to flee.

  Although they were brave warriors, they knew that their opponents were few, but facing nearly 50% casualties, they still could not overcome the fear in their hearts and finally collapsed.

  After all, they were not really people who were not afraid of death!

  With the first one, there is naturally a second one, and soon, Meng Qis pressure suddenly decreased.

  Became effortlessly skilled, the enemies in front of him fell or fled one by one.

  Just as he was about to look around and help Zijian, he suddenly saw a tall figure rushing out of the forest by the side of the road, swift as a running horse, holding a long knife.

  "A master who has accumulated energy to a great extent!" Meng Qi knew that it was because the enemies around him had decreased and the surroundings had become empty, that he was locked onto by a hidden master. However, he did not show fear, this was not the time for panicked escape, where he would be too busy to observe, only able to passively withstand the beating and suffer from surprise attacks.

  Since it was already discovered in advance, ... Meng Qis mind flashed back to Zhang Yuanshans suggestion: If you encounter an enemy who has accumulated a lot of energy, you must use speed to defeat slowness, and exchange small injuries for big ones.

  An idea flashed through Meng Qis mind. After a slight hesitation, he plucked up his courage and charged forward, flashing past an enemy and raising his knife to meet the opponent.

  As they drew closer, Meng Qi vaguely saw a cold and stern-looking big man.

  As the sword was about to collide with the long knife, Meng Qi stepped on the Divine Steps of Eight Trigrams, slipping and turning like a ghost, and appeared behind the experts back, striking straight at his occipital bone.

  The master remained calm and agile, sidestepping while swinging his long knife back, pointing it at Meng Qis chest and abdomen, attempting to force him to give up the attack.

  This is a mature and dignified move.

  Meng Qis teeth clenched, and he suddenly pounced on his body, facing the long knife without dodging or evading!

  The long knife cut a deep wound between Meng Qis chest and abdomen, and fresh blood spurted out, creating a bloody scene in front of the expert.

  Damn it! When the long sword really cut into something, the master had a bad premonition and wanted to roll aside to avoid it, but the counterforce transmitted from the blade made him slow down for a moment.

  A flash of sword light, and the masters shocked expression froze on his face. His head flew off, watching as his own headless corpse slowly fell to the ground.

  Meng Qi didnt have time to check the outcome, and with his back to the enemy, he parried a remaining attackers blade. He felt an intense pain in his chest and abdomen, his legs went limp, and his head spun dizzily.

  "Its not a minor injury..." Meng Qi mocked himself inwardly, the opponents strength was indeed extraordinary, this one knife almost split his chest and abdomen open, he had already suffered a serious injury.

  However, he did not regret it. If he let his opponent understand his strengths and weaknesses clearly, adopt targeted tactics, he feared for his life.

  And this battle also made Meng Qi understand a truth, the high and low of martial arts is only the key factor in determining the final result, not all. Just like the opponents strength was much stronger than his own, but the corpse on the ground was him, not himself.

  The remaining few enemies were all fierce and fearless, seeing the leader of this operation die, they did not think of escaping, but instead approached, wanting to take advantage of Meng Qis injury and weakness to take his life!

  Since the battle, Meng Qi had consumed a great deal. At this moment, he indeed felt weak in his limbs, but he was not flustered. After killing a master who had built up his internal energy with one slash, he had a strange sense of confidence towards the remaining few enemies.

  At this moment, a sword light flashed, and the void was floating, like smoke and fog.

  A few cold stars suddenly appeared in the fog, and several enemies in front of Meng Qi fell to the ground.

  "Are you alright?" Zhi Zhengyan appeared covered in blood, it was unclear if it was his own or someone elses.

  Meng Qi shook his head, tore off the monks robe, and simply bandaged the wound between his chest and abdomen: "No big deal, but lost a bit more blood, extremely exhausted, what about you?"

  "Its almost done, just now I met a master swordsman who had cultivated his energy to the extreme and was hit by one of his sword strikes." Qi Zhengyan still looked serious and stern, but his face had turned pale. Although he was stronger than Meng Qi, this chaotic battlefield was not suitable for his martial arts skills, and he had suffered some injuries. If it werent for mastering the unpredictable and elusive "Thirteen Styles of Clouds and Fog", its uncertain whether he could have survived or not.

  "We must enter the mountain quickly, we have escaped many enemies and are afraid of reinforcements arriving." Meng Qi looked around and sighed, "Also, lets find them and bury their bodies on the spot."

  He felt that under such circumstances, Hui and Xiaozhi would find it very difficult to survive.

  "Master, are you alright?" As soon as the words were spoken, Xiao Zi swayed and staggered to her feet, walking over to examine Meng Qis wounds.

  Meng Qi was taken aback: "Little Purple Maiden, are you alright?"

  Xiao Zi pursed her lips and smiled, revealing a few hints of charm, seemingly more beautiful than usual: "Theyve all come to besiege your master, Im lying on the ground, no ones paying attention to me."

  At this time, Xiang Hui also covered his face and stumbled over: "Shen Seng, Qi Da Xia, are you all right?"

  "Nothings wrong with you either?" Meng Qi was even more surprised.

  Hui Song opened his hand, revealing a deep wound on his face, from the left forehead to the right cheek, extremely hideous: "I was slashed by a sword and fainted on the ground. They didnt even care about me, perhaps they thought I was dead. But thanks to you monks for attracting the enemy."

  Meng Qi rolled his eyes and muttered under his breath: "I should have pretended to be dead too."

  However, he was very clear that without himself and Qi Zhengyan attracting the enemy, pretending to be dead would be useless.

  Xiao Zi searched for a cleaner piece of cloth on the corpse beside her, tore them all off, and held them in her arms, wanting to bandage Meng Qi.

  Xiang Hui then resentfully rummaged through the corpse, searching for valuables. However, since the other party had gone out to kill someone, they naturally wouldnt have brought any secret manuals or wealth on them. He only found some hidden weapons.

  …………

  Half a day later, just as the sky was getting light, Meng Qi slowly woke up.

  The four of them rushed overnight and had already crossed the mountain ridge. After going down the mountain, it was the entrance to Shaolin Temple.

  However, Meng Qi and Qi Zhengyan were both seriously injured before, until midnight, they couldnt hold on anymore, so they found a cave to rest and recover temporarily, waiting for dawn.

  After a short rest, Meng Qis wound had closed up and his energy had recovered somewhat. He got up and moved his fists and feet, discovering that Qizheng was standing guard outside the cave, Xiang Hui covering her face, whispering to herself, while Xiao Zi curled up into a ball, still not awake.

  "Xiao Sang, dont come over... Xiao Sang, dont get close to me..." Little Purple murmured incoherently in her sleep, suddenly flipping over and sitting up, already startled awake.

  "Master..." She looked at Meng Qi with a bit of confusion, as if she couldnt figure out the situation after waking up.

  Meng Qi smiled: "We should get ready to go down the mountain, Shaolin is just at the foot of the next mountain."

  Xiao Zis dazed expression disappeared, and she nodded lightly, then said somewhat anxiously: "Master, did I... did I say anything strange in my sleep?"

  "Are you calling Xiao Sang?" Meng Qi deliberately clarified.

  Xiao Zi let out a cry, her face changing color rapidly, and said in a low voice: "Master, from now on, be extremely careful of a girl named Gu Xiao Sang. She is the worst scoundrel under heaven."

  "Why?" Meng Qis smile remained unchanged, but in his heart, he felt that this ordinary girl with no strength to tie a chicken might have some secrets. But who doesnt have secrets? It was also unknown whether she could survive until the end of this mission.

  "...anyway its extremely bad! He kills people without batting an eye!" Little Purple emphasized with effort.

  At this time, Qi Zhengyan walked in with dark red blood on his body: "Lets set off and try to enter Shaolin before noon."