The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, the water flows gently, a stone bridge spans across, several groups of people stand facing each other, presenting a special kind of quietness.

  Upon hearing Gui Wang shout out Meng Qi's name, Jing Shao couldn't help but feel shocked. It turned out that he was actually "Surprise God Sword" Xiao Meng!

  He was quickly filled with joy, who in the capital did not know the name of Xing Shen Jian Xiao Meng after yesterday? He was chivalrous and righteous, escorting for a thousand miles, almost single-handedly protecting General Lu into the capital, under his sword lay the souls of countless famous masters!

  Such a noble and selfless person is worthy of both their trust!

  Lu's name, tree shadows, escorted Lu Guan, the commander-in-chief who bore the hopes of the world, into the capital, making Meng Qi highly respected in the hearts of most Jianghu people who cherished chivalry and grandeur.

  He walked slowly to Meng Qi's side with his ethnic friend on his back, seeing that he had no intention of forcing himself, and felt at ease in his heart. He also thought that Xiao Meng was not a pseudo-chivalrous person who took advantage of others' danger.

  Stone bridge, flowing water, cold moon, sword guest, perfectly harmonious, merged as one, excluding external objects, making the three of Ru Yi monk, Ghost King and Lie Dao dare not make a move, it seems that taking a single step would bring thunderous strikes, bringing about an invasion like a natural disaster!

  As Meng Qi slowly drew his sword, it was as if countless identical movements were superimposed on the drawing of the sword, imbuing it with a profound and subtle flavor. At this moment, both Yuanyi Taoist and Gui Wang's pupils slightly contracted, and they simultaneously thought of one person.

  The Sword Emperor who obtains the sword by forgetting the sword and forgets the sword by obtaining the sword!

  Has "Jīng Shén Jiàn" Xiao Meng already reached this level? Has he transcended the boundary from having techniques to no techniques, and then back to having techniques again, truly understanding the logic of swordsmanship? Has he surpassed the level where he is not limited by swords, where heaven and earth, all things, and his own true energy can all be used as swords, and returned to the sword, touching its essence?

  What is a sword? Why is it a sword? This is the question that every swordsman will repeatedly ask himself after reaching the pinnacle of his craft, and the answer will determine the path he chooses!

  The Sword Emperor's answer was only four words: It is it!

  Facing Meng Qi, who had a few points of Jian Huang's demeanor, the Intentional Monk and Gui Wang were naturally unwilling to take the initiative. If they were alone, they might have been proud of their strength and tried it out. However, with two other experts present, why not wait for them to probe?

  And if both he and Xiaoming were injured, they would definitely be taken advantage of by others!

  One monk fetches water to drink, two monks carry water to drink, three monks have no water to drink. What's more, the three of them belong to different factions and it is almost impossible for them to join forces.

  Two men stood motionless, their faces hidden in the shadows, one standing at the bow of the boat, his monk's robe fluttering, as if he had just emerged from the dust, the other with his palms hanging down, his face obscured by darkness, eerie and frightening.

  But Lie's knife had no choice but to move, he bore a heavy responsibility and had to kill the two young men in front of him, so that there would be no evidence left.

  Moreover, he had never met Jian Huang before and didn't have a deep understanding of Xiao Meng's "posture". He only felt that the rhythm was long and unchanging, with thousands of changes hidden within, but it wasn't invincible.

  He took big strides forward, each step as if measured out, of uniform length.

  "Hubris!" He raised his curved sword, its blade reflecting moonlight, as if it were a scorching sun.

  "Who comes to take my sword?" This sentence is indeed arrogant, among the people present, who isn't a world-renowned master? This condescending and disdainful attitude really makes one feel displeased.

  However, Lie Jian did not get angry because of this, and he had said similar words when they were competing with each other.

  His heart was calm and peaceful, with each step forward, his momentum grew stronger, almost as if he could touch the sky and stand on the earth.

  Meng Qi gazed at Lie Jian, who looked like a demon god, and suddenly sheathed his long sword, re-hanging it at his waist. He said calmly, "Your spiritual loopholes are too large, you're not worthy of my using my sword."

  With a clang, his dark long sword left its scabbard, as if with threads of lightning leaping about.

  The spiritual void is too large, not worthy of my sword... The spiritual void is too large, not worthy of my sword... A nameless anger surged up in Lie Jian's heart, rushing straight to the mud pellets, his eyes wide open and his teeth clenched!

  Too deceitful! Too deceitful!

  The first half of the sentence was exactly where his reverse scales were, and as the saying goes, "don't hit a person's weakness", but Meng Qi bluntly said it out loud. The second half of the sentence was an attitude of contempt that Lie Jian had never seen before in his life, as if he himself was just a mediocre chicken or dog, not even worthy of using a famous sword, and could be defeated with just any random weapon!

  How can this make oneself not angry?

  At this moment, Lie Dao lost his calmness, and his heart was stirred!

  The onlookers, Yuanyi Monk and Gui Wang, were even more shocked. If it were themselves, defeating Lie Jian who had lost confidence and had a huge gap in his mental state wouldn't be difficult at all. However, giving up one's own strongest and most skilled martial arts to use other methods against Lie Jian would almost certainly result in defeat. Could "Surprising Divine Sword" Xiao Meng's knife skills, no matter how exceptional, compare to his swordsmanship that was similar to a Sword Emperor?

  He has always used his sword and made a name for himself with it!

  Jing Shao had already walked behind Meng Qi with his friends, and upon hearing this, he couldn't believe his ears. Lie Jian was also one of the top masters in the world, so why did "Surprise Sword" Meng Qi dare to be so arrogant and look down on him? Did he have absolute strength and confidence?

  Since his debut, except for the battle with Xie Jun, Meng Qi has always been known for his swordsmanship, always being a cold-faced swordsman. So no one could have imagined that his knife skills surpassed his swordsmanship at a higher level, and no one could have imagined that he can't even draw his sword now!

  That's the benefit of establishing an image!

  A flash of knife light leapt up, Jing Shao's eyelid twitched, and Meng Qi had already drawn his knife.

  The moonlight shines on the "evil era", cold and frosty, the sound of rushing water is like a knife ringing, echoing in the heart, the trajectory of the knife fits the arc of the stone bridge, mysterious and extraordinary.

  The scene was still good, in the eyes of the understanding monk and the ghost king, the knife light was like a fish, jumping out of the water from time to time, and falling into the water from time to time, changing unpredictably, gaining the natural charm of the red dust, as if it were the manifestation of one's own restless thoughts, difficult to grasp, difficult to defend!

  Is his swordsmanship also so terrifying?

  The storms in their hearts are getting more and more fierce!

  This knife, Meng Qi used the "Luò Hóng Chén" knife move. Although it didn't rotate his mind or stimulate his knife intent, as an external form, the changes in the knife method must hide the principles of the law, and obtained a certain kind of knife path essence, which coincides with one of the "Tian Dao Jing Yao".

  So, Meng Qi, who gained some insights from the Tian Dao, demonstrated the profound meaning of "Luò Hóng Chén" with a spiritual connection to his surroundings, intricate and complex, with flashing knife lights, fully displaying the changes and natural momentum of the red dust.

  The knife light leaps into the pupil of the fierce knife, even more terrifying.

  He has a kind of knife light that is not from Meng Qi's hand, but from his own heart and soul. Every change in it seems to be a change in his own mind, harmonious with his intentions.

  As soon as you change your mind and alter your tactics, it will also change accordingly. No matter what you do, it's hard to guard against!

  Who can conquer their own heart? Therefore, this sword is invincible!

  This is the feeling in Lie Jian's heart, as if he had returned to when he first challenged the Living Buddha, with the heavens and earth oppressing him, his soul reincarnating, his spirit collapsing, despairing to the extreme!

  He retreated, constantly backing away, but that flashing knife light seemed slow, yet it followed him like a shadow, making it impossible for him to shake off, just like he couldn't discard the fear in his heart, filling the gap in his soul.

  The blade flashed in his hand, and with a fierce cry, he swung it down in a wide arc, striking the ground mere inches from his opponent's face.

  The light disperses, the crowd retreats, Meng Qi still stands on the stone bridge, his long knife pointing at the ground, a thread of fresh blood converges and drips slowly. The bright moon is eternal, the flowing water remains unchanged.

  There was a shallow wound between the chest and abdomen of the fierce knife, with a silver-white small snake-like electric light jumping, scorching the skin and drying up the fresh blood.

  He did not die and was not seriously injured, because after the nine orifices, the true energy naturally emanated outward, forming a protective aura that isolated or severely weakened ordinary injuries.

  Meng Qi wanted to use a move to kill him, only by displaying the true "Falling Red Dust" or "Breaking Clear and Clean", making him fall into a daze, his internal energy slow to circulate, just like when he dealt with An Guo Xie, just like when he injured Xie Jun.

  But this way, his own knife technique was thoroughly exposed, and he could only use the sacrifice trick to make another move. There were still two enemies in front of him who were at the same level or even more formidable!

  Of course, under the "Evil Tribulation", Lie Jian had actually fallen into numbness, and another slash from the Protective Aura could break it, but this would lose the demeanor of an "Unparalleled Master", which was not conducive to scaring off Yuanyi Monk and Gui Wang.

  At this moment, Ryōi Sō and Kiō are already shocked in their hearts. His swordsmanship is so mysterious and terrifying, as if it contains the natural way. Then what about his even more powerful sword technique? Is he really close to the level of a Sword Emperor? The posture of drawing his sword is so similar to that of a Sword Emperor, what is their relationship?

  Meng Qi sheathed his long sword and looked at Lie Jian with a cold expression:

  "I told you, your spiritual loopholes are too big."

  My knife technique is especially good at breaking hearts!

  He stood there for a moment, his eyes wide with shock and grief, then let out a long howl, like a lone wolf crying at the moon. Overwhelmed with sorrow and frustration, he turned around and took off in a frantic sprint, desperate to escape it all.

  Seeing Lie Tou and his subordinates retreat, Ru Yi Seng and Gui Wang became increasingly vigilant.

  Meng Qi turned his head to look at them, took down the long sword again, and made a gesture of drawing his sword:

  "You're barely worthy of me using my sword."

  Just then, a faint hum seemed to come from afar, eerily familiar.

  "Xuan Huang!" The Ghost King was shocked, and after taking another look at Meng Qi's sword-drawing mysterious state, he finally made up his mind, retreated into the shadows, and disappeared into the darkness.

  "Little Meng's benevolence is as thin as the clouds in the sky, pitying all the people. The two donors have handed you over to me, and this poor monk feels at ease." With a declaration of a Buddhist mantra by Monk Ruyi, the small boat flowed with the river and left.

  Meng Qi sheathed his long sword and stood with his hands behind him, gazing at the flowing water under the bridge. His expression was cold and stern, but in his heart, he secretly smiled:

  "It's no wonder it's Langya Ruan's family, their ability to imitate others' voices is also so strong."