The machine burst into motion, and a series of silver lights shot out, covering all the possible positions that You Tong Guang could change to. It was like a torrential downpour, or a heavenly net cast over the earth, moving so fast that people couldn't even react in time!

  When he saw the black tube with a dark glow circulating around it, You Tong Guang's face changed greatly, and he couldn't believe that this legendary hidden weapon was in the hands of Little Monk!

  My fifth brother clearly knew, why didn't he tell me?

  Does he want me dead?

  In the midst of changing ideas, he made a iron plate bridge, folding backwards, trying to avoid the frontal torrential rain of pear flower needles.

  But this is the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle, a legendary hidden weapon. Its speed exceeded what ordinary people could imagine. After a sound of rain hitting banana leaves, You Tongguang directly fell backwards to the ground, with over ten silver needles inserted into his chest, head and lower body respectively.

  His face turned black, with a look of horror and confusion frozen on it, he had already been poisoned to death.

  Meng Qi didn't even glance at him, and immediately stuffed the violent rain pear flower needle into his bosom. He sat cross-legged, regulating his breath to heal his wounds, racing against time to stabilize the Golden Bell Cover that was on the verge of breaking through.

  Inside the arena, Cui Xuan's swordsmanship was exquisite, thoroughly suppressing Duan Xiangbei who was heavily injured. They seemed to be fighting without much intensity, but the spiritual disturbances and subtle changes between them were incredibly mysterious.

  One sword, two swords, Duan Xiang's continuous strikes were met with counterattacks, and he retreated non-stop. His palms struck the air in a strange manner, far away from Cui Xue. It seemed that as time passed, due to excessive blood loss, he was gradually unable to withstand Cui Xue's spiritual invasion of his senses.

  …………

  Inside the castle, with Luo Qing's letter postponing the duel arriving, everyone was disappointed and could only watch as Cui Castle Master continued to retreat to his quiet room to calm his mind.

  After speculating about Luo Qing's delay in the duel, the famous martial artists stood up one after another, preparing to take their leave.

  Cui Jinxiu naturally took on the role of host and invited everyone to stay for lunch.

  Just as the senior masters were pretending to decline, someone suddenly exclaimed: "The White-Clothed Sword God has arrived."

  The crowd turned around in shock and saw Luo Qing wearing a white robe, walking with his sword. His forehead was wide, his eyebrows were like a wandering dragon, and his eyes were icy cold and piercing.

  "Lo Qing, aren't you delaying the duel?" Mu Shan shouted in anger and puzzlement.

  Luo Qing said coldly: "I postponed the duel, but I didn't say I wouldn't come today."

  "What brings you here?" Mu Shan asked in a low voice.

  At this time, Cui Jinxiu could only let his uncles take charge.

  "Let's discuss this fairly." Luo Qing's gaze swept across Fei Zhengqing, Mu Hengtian and others, causing Fei Zhengqing to grip the judge's pen tightly.

  "What's all this fuss about?" asked Long Youzong, the leader of the Dragon Gate Sect, as if he were an outsider.

  Luo Qing didn't look at Fei Zhengqing again: "You'll know when you see Cui Xuan, take me to the dungeon."

  "Dungeon?" Long Youzong's sect leader asked in confusion.

  "Choi Seung is not in the quiet room, he's in the dungeon." Luo Qing glanced around at everyone, "I think none of you can stop me from going, I came here hoping that you would all follow and take a look too."

  As a sect master, if Cui Xuan didn't block the way, Luo Qing could indeed bypass the "obstacle" and easily reach the dungeon.

  Everyone looked at each other in dismay. Fei Zheng spoke loudly and clearly: "What's going on? Is the City Master's mansion a place you can just barge into?"

  Luo Qing didn't answer, directly unfolding his body technique, rushing towards the dungeon, with a speed so fast and changes so wonderful that people couldn't stop him.

  "Quickly chase!" Cui Jinxiu couldn't help but shout loudly, without noticing that Uncle Fei's eyes had turned cold and were staring over.

  With these words, the famous Jianghu inns chased after them, it was unknown whether they wanted to stop Luo Qing or see what was going on.

  …………

  "Is Luo Qing here yet?" Meng Qi temporarily stabilized the Golden Bell Cover and sat up.

  After linking the Twelve Spirit Gods with Cui Xuan, he secretly wrote a letter to Luo Qing, sincerely explaining his judgment and today's adventure - because Luo Qing also opened the Spiritual Secret Store, so Meng Qi and You Tongguang separated again, and after re-entering the Great Compassion Temple, Duan Xiangfei did not dare to get too close, and did not know about this matter, otherwise he would not have been so impulsive.

  Although Luo Qing was injured, he was also a master, and his joining would make the battle situation change drastically.

  "Ah!"

  Just as Meng Qi was about to enter the Yongdao, joining forces with Duan Xiangfei, Duan Xiangfei suddenly let out a loud shout and his body "split" into seven paths, each holding a hand seal, simultaneously shooting towards Cui Xue.

  This palm made the ice cellar even colder, and Meng Qi couldn't help but shiver. The corridor seemed to have a few snowflakes dancing in it, but it was unclear whether it was an illusion or reality.

  "The Phantom Great Method is indeed extraordinary...” Meng Qi knew that among the seven virtual shadows, only one was real, but he couldn't distinguish it. At the same time, the scene of the small range of quasi-heavenly changes made him suddenly have a guess: could it be that after the nine orifices are opened, they rely on the condensation of the ancestral orifice between the eyebrows, connecting the inner and outer heavens, and thus stepping into the half-step external scene?

  If it's really like this, then although the martial arts of this world may have lost their foundation, they can also be said to have opened up a new path.

  "Good timing!" Cui Xuan saw the situation, let out a loud shout, and his body turned into a sword light, merging with the long sword!

  The sword light grew brighter and brighter, as if filling the entire corridor, making Meng Qi unable to look straight at it.

  "Opened the spiritual treasure, it's really terrifying...... Meng Qi knew that this was an illusion caused by his proximity to Cui Xuan, but he still couldn't tell where Cui Xuan was or where his sword came from."

  In such a situation, he didn't dare to intervene and could only be on full guard.

  He was very clear that Duan Xiangnan had just been forced to the end of his tether and had no choice but to use a move similar to the Tianmo Jieti Great Method, thereby triggering the Snow God Palace's Divine Palm. As for Cui Xing's sword, it was also done with all his might, so the outcome would soon be clear!

  The sword light dissipated, Duan Xiangfei flew in and heavily crashed onto the ice block, his right chest wound penetrated, fresh blood gushing out, dyeing the ice layer red.

  Choi Seung stood with his sword at the ready, when suddenly the sleeve of his shirt on his right shoulder shattered into fine fragments and fluttered away like butterflies, leaving behind a pale blue handprint on his skin.

  His skin trembled slightly, white gas emerged from his head, and his complexion quickly returned to normal. He walked towards the ice cellar with a steady step.

  "The Snow God Palm is indeed famous for a reason, unfortunately you were seriously injured and couldn't bring it out." Cui Xuan stood at the entrance of the ice cellar, looking at Duan Xiangfei.

  Duan Xiang said with a long sigh: "The chess is different by one move, the whole board loses, one step wrong, every step wrong. Cui old ghost, take action, you are better than me in both strategy and martial arts."

  Chui Xuan revealed a nostalgic expression: "If I'm being honest, I've actually been imitating Duan brother all along."

  "I'm telling you, are you two going to finish or not?" Just then, Meng Qi spoke up in a loud and clear voice.

  "Don't you want to live a bit longer?" Cui Xuan asked, looking at him sideways.

  Meng Qi placed his sword across his chest and smiled: "If you kill Xian Yin, will you let me go?"

  "I won't." Choi Seung said with an unchanged expression.

  "I'd rather take the initiative and fight with all my might." Meng Qi restrained all his expressions, only a pair of eyes revealing thick battle intent.

  Cui Xuan hummed softly: "Since you've guessed that I'm Chen Long, you must have made preparations. Luo Qing should be arriving soon, right? Why not wait a little longer?"

  "The White Robed Sword God is just a last resort, something that can be encountered but not sought after. If I were to place all my hopes on him, it would only make me weak and lose the will to fight desperately. In that case, you could kill me with just one casual strike." Meng Qi replied calmly.

  Cui Xuan raised an eyebrow and said with a tinge of regret: "With this understanding, becoming a Grandmaster is within reach. What a pity, what a pity."

  He seems to be regretting that Meng Qi is going to die under his own sword.

  "My injuries aren't that serious." He raised his sword, pointing it at Meng Qi. "Besides, do you think I used my full strength that night? Your Stormy Rain Needles have been depleted too, haven't they?"

  "What's the point of talking so much? Let's get to it." Meng Qi raised his sword, pointing it at Cui Xing's abdomen from a strange angle that made people feel extremely uncomfortable.

  Choi Seung's long sword stabbed out, and his figure suddenly disappeared. Meng Qi's pupils contracted violently as he saw two or three sword lights coming from the left, right, and front sides, while there was no longer any wind sound or footsteps.

  He couldn't tell who was real and who was fake, so he could only use his broadsword to sweep horizontally, trying to block the long sword with a wide-range defense.

  The sword light was like a wave, scattering with the knife. Suddenly, a sword tip emerged from the void and stabbed into Meng Qi's back.

  A severe pain struck, Meng Qi reacted extremely quickly, directly pouncing forward. Due to the Golden Bell's obstruction, the long sword entered his body for a brief moment before immediately withdrawing.

  Meng Qi did not immediately use "Duan Qing Jing" because after this knife, he would be close to exhaustion. If he couldn't kill Cui Xue, he would be at the mercy of others, so he had to wait for a good opportunity.

  Choi Ui seemed to be affected by his injury, and his offense was not well connected, allowing Meng Qi to catch his breath after a strong attack.

  The sword light rises again, still divided into seven paths, attacking from different directions.

  Meng Qi knew that his eyes, nose, ears and sense of touch were all being disrupted by Cui Xuan, so he couldn't make any accurate judgments. He simply closed his eyes, held his breath, and focused his hearing, relying solely on his unpredictable and erratic movements to dodge randomly, while using his sword to defend against the major attacks, without paying attention to other parts of his body.

  A sword pierced his body, and a stream of fresh blood spurted out. Meng Qi endured the piercing pain and waited patiently for an opportunity.

  Where is the opportunity?

  At this rate, there's no chance at all!

  At this time, Meng Qi, who had automatically eliminated and weakened his senses, seemed to have fallen into a quiet and dark world, with only pain constantly coming.

  Nothing can be seen, nothing can be heard, there is nothing, only serenity and pain!

  What is the turning point of all this?

  Duan Xiang's eyes fell on Meng Qi, who was struggling to hold on, the dark golden cracks spreading everywhere, about to collapse. With a thought, he struggled to get up and rushed towards the Qingyu coffin.

  Only by distracting Choi Seon can Jin Jeong hold on for a longer time and wait for Luo Qing!

  "How dare you!" Cui Xuan's face twisted in a fierce shout.

  "How dare you!"

  This sound was like a thunderclap, exploding in Meng Qi's clear and peaceful world, shattering everything into fragments.

  Serene is destroyed, clamor will arrive.

  Following this rhythm, following that sound, Meng Qi drew his sword.

  A gleam of steel flashes, red dust rolls!