The night was deep and dark, with a gentle mountain breeze. Meng Qi carried Hua Yun on his back, unfolding his Wind God Legs, sprinting along the shortest path back to Qinshan City.

  “Meng Gongzi's lightness skill is not trivial……” Hua Yun, who came from a true family of martial arts, still had some ability to distinguish between good and bad martial arts. At this moment, he felt the power of Meng Gongzi's capture of the wind and shadow, and couldn't help but secretly praise him. However, thinking back to Meng Gongzi's heroic posture and words in the broken temple, his heart was always uneasy. After all, Meng Gongzi was only a four-spirit or six-spirit cultivator, and among the Luo Jiao sect's disciples, there were many masters above this level. Being too careless and arrogant would only lead to self-destruction.

  "It's a good thing his lightness skills are not bad." Hu Lun thought with relief, according to Meng Gongzi's current display of lightness skills, he can't win in a fight, but he should be able to run away!

  Meng Qi was broad-minded and generous, but not a bit neglectful. All his senses were on high alert, his eyes scanning the six directions, his ears listening to all eight sides, lest he be ambushed by someone.

  In the dark night, the forest and mountains are like quietly lurking monsters, baring their teeth and claws, making people's hearts throb.

  Suddenly, a figure emerged from the woods on both sides of Meng Qi, holding a long and strange weapon in their hands, attacking Meng Qi from top to bottom.

  "Be careful!" Huafu closely watched the movements around her.

  As soon as the words fell, he saw Meng Qi's long sword waving like a drunkard, stabbing left and right, with a clang, two figures retreated to the diagonal front, blocking the road.

  The two men, one dressed in black and the other in white robes, with disheveled hair, looked like fierce ghosts. They grasped long poles with hooks at the front, which were quite special. After a slight adjustment, they continued to pounce on Meng Qi.

  Hua Yun's eyes narrowed, and she transmitted a message to Meng Qi through the secret path: "The twin ghosts of Zhou Mountain are skilled in the four apertures, and the lock staff is a rare weapon that can seize an opponent's weapon."

  He seized the time to let Meng Qi understand his opponent and increase the possibility of winning.

  As they spoke, Meng Qi and Zhou Shan's two ghosts had already collided with each other in their rush forward.

  He grasped Meng Qi's long sword and swung it down with a loud whoosh, the force of the blow sending shockwaves in all directions.

  "They prefer to join forces against a common enemy, and are better than many six-senses experts."

  Meng Qi's long sword did not dodge, but instead went straight into the hook-shaped front of the lock club. Then, when his opponent's old strength had dissipated and new strength had not yet been born, he stirred upwards, sending the lock club flying, colliding with the front end of another falling lock club.

  Clang clang, the clubs flew horizontally in unison. Meng Qi stabbed to the left and right, and Zhou Shan's two ghosts let out a miserable cry as they retreated, covering their faces and fleeing in disarray into the mountains.

  "It's said...". Hua Kun's words were cut off halfway, and he saw Zhou Shan's twin ghosts retreat in defeat. He could only stop abruptly and praise, "Master Meng, good swordsmanship!"

  "Good luck." Meng Qi smiled and spoke, not chasing after him. He continued down the mountain road, and after leaving this forest, in front of him was a treacherous mountain road. On its right side was a steep cliff, on the left side was an overhanging precipice, and faintly visible was a misty atmosphere.

  Just then, a man emerged from behind the rocks at the entrance of the mountain road. He had his hands crossed over his chest and was hugging a long sword. He looked coldly at Meng Qi and Hua Cun, but did not sneak up on them. Instead, he slowly approached them.

  "'Ting Lei Jian' Mo Cheng, the realm of six or seven apertures, a lone swordsman with a name in three mountains and four waters, is proud and aloof, disdaining to be surrounded or ambushed. Who would have thought that even he became a follower of Luo Jiao?" Because there was still some distance left, Hua Yun was able to finish speaking calmly, his tone somewhat heavy.

  "Meng Gongzi, you must be careful. Mo Cheng's 'Listening to the Thunder Seven Swords' is one of the rare sword techniques of 'Three Mountains and Four Waters', and he himself is also a recognized master outside of several major schools..." Hua Yun said at an extremely fast pace.

  The sword unsheathes, its transformations extremely few, swift as lightning, with a hidden sound of thunder and wind.

  "Seven Swords of Thunder, each one faster than the last..."

  Facing Mo Cheng's Listening Thunder Sword, Meng Qi did not defend and instead counterattacked, stabbing out with one sword that directly targeted Mo Cheng's wrist, unexpectedly arriving first!

  Mo Cheng's face twitched slightly, his long sword flashed, and he had to change his move to intercept Meng Qi's sword. Otherwise, before he could cut down the opponent, his wrist would be stabbed, making it difficult for him to grip the treasure sword.

  He swung his long sword in a wide arc, like a fan unfolding, but Meng Qi's icy sword suddenly jerked upwards, unexpectedly changing direction and pointing diagonally at his throat.

  Mo Cheng could no longer change his move and had to retreat two steps back, avoiding the range of the long sword.

  Meng Qi retreated, and he seemed to have anticipated it, following closely behind, advancing and retreating in a consistent distance, as if measured!

  Watching such a battle, Hua Yun seemed slightly stunned and had stopped describing the characteristics of the Thunder Seven Swords.

  Mo Cheng saw that it was difficult to dodge the sword that pierced his throat, so he gritted his teeth and stabbed out with his long sword, also pointing at Meng Qi's throat, playing a life-or-death gamble.

  As long as the other party is not willing to lose together or even perish together, one can catch their breath!

  Meng Qi's long sword suddenly rotated, completely defying the logic of using a sword to slap Mo Cheng's left shoulder. The force was so great that it directly caused Mo Cheng to lose his balance and stumble uncontrollably to the side. His long sword naturally lost its accuracy as well, unable to stab Meng Qi.

  Mo Cheng fell off the cliff on his right side, stumbled a few steps and directly plunged down, falling into the clouds and fog, his mournful cry startling the flying birds in the mountains.

  This brief exchange was over in just a few breaths, and before he could even be thoroughly defeated, Hua Yun's Listening to the Thunder Seven Swords had yet to begin its detailed description.

  He fell silent, unsure of what to say.

  Meng Qi didn't delay, stepped onto the mountain path and hastened through the night.

  The mountain road was narrow and could only allow two people to pass by sideways, but for someone like Meng Qi with exceptional lightness skills, it was no problem at all, as if walking on flat ground.

  Halfway through, Meng Qi and Hua Yun, who had opened their eyes, saw a figure in front of them running along the mountain road. Apparently, Mo Cheng's miserable cry had attracted the attention of his accomplices, so they turned around and went upstream, planning to intercept on the mountain road.

  His tone became particularly solemn: "It was the injury to my Luo Jiao Zhu Kong's seventh aperture, the Black God Palm is still above Mo Cheng."

  Towards this Empty Hand Master, he had a faint sense of fear, and once again reminded Meng Qi, intending to describe the special characteristics of his opponent's martial arts.

  Meng Qi drew his sword and rushed forward, meeting Luo Jiao's empty-handed technique after two breaths. His long sword chopped out in a completely unorthodox manner, slanted and askew, as if he was an ordinary person who didn't know martial arts.

  "He has a mysterious and cunning style, often deliberately exposing his left side to lure in his opponents."

  Zhuang Kong's eyes widened as he faced this unconventional sword technique, and for a moment, he was taken aback. His palms slipped, and his hands were about to slap the blade of Meng Qi's long sword.

  Meng Qi's long sword suddenly struck out horizontally, slapping the empty air with a loud "peng" sound, and his entire body borrowed force to fly upwards. The sword light shone brightly again, clear and pure.

  "He raised his right hand, and the Black God Palm could make two heavy...". Before Hua Yun could finish speaking, Meng Qi spread his arms like a big peng bird flying over the head of Zhi Kong Shi, landing behind him.

  He hastily turned back, only to see the empty messenger lying on his side with his face upturned, similarly falling into the cliff. Faintly visible was a streak of blood between his eyebrows, his eyes wide open and his expression frozen.

  This is also too fast... Hu Yun thought vaguely.

  This sword, Meng Qi has incorporated "Yan Luo Tie" into the Du Gu Nine Swords. Although it's not complete, it's enough to kill Kong Xiang with just a glimpse of its flaws!

  With both feet on the ground, Meng Qi didn't look back and completely ignored the empty space behind him, continuing to rush forward with his sword, not suspecting at all the effect of that one sword just now.

  The mountain road was steep and long, but Meng Qi ran with all his might and soon arrived at the foot of the mountain. As he turned onto the official road leading to Qinshan City, he saw a fat monk blocking his way, holding a thick and heavy water-mill Zen staff.

  Huá hóng opened his mouth, but ultimately chose to keep quiet, without saying a word.

  Fat Master waved his Zen stick, with a heavy wind sound, rushing towards him.

  Meng Qi's long sword casually stabbed at a certain position on the Zen staff, and the staff suddenly lost control, as if it had suffered from a clever force of four ounces moving a thousand pounds. It violently changed direction, pulling Fat Monk forward to the side.

  Meng Qi dodged to the side, speeding up, and as he brushed past, his long sword suddenly shot out and quickly retracted, continuing to madly dash forward. Behind him, the stout monk's water-milled Zen staff fell to the ground, clutching at his chest, slowly falling over.

  The official road of "three mountains and four waters" was still relatively flat, Meng Qi's legs were fully exerted, taking big strides, and before long, the Qinshan City came into view, while Hua Yun on his back remained silent, her eyes slightly dull.

  "Hua Gongzi, why didn't you describe the situation with Fat Monk earlier, so I could have a target?" Meng Qi suddenly smiled and spoke up.

  Huá lún said in a muffled tone: "I think it's meaningless now, and there's no time to finish speaking..."

  Suddenly, a scene that had left a deep impression on him appeared in his mind - Meng Gongzi playing the sword and singing loudly, with an air of heroic spirit.

  "And wait for them to try their swords."