Chapter 270 When will the sunset come back

At dusk, in the wilderness in the west of the sunset, but the dangerous cliffs towered and the flowing water flowed between the two mountains. The river was lush with water and grass, and the thick green water plants reflected the river into a dark color, especially the strong contrast of the green water of Danshan Mountain.

At the end of the flowing water, in front of the cliff of Shifeng, the two have been facing each other for a long time.

Meng Er said, "You have already clearly shown your behavior in the inn."

"What have I done? How dare a thre in a small town compete with you heroes in the world?" Duanshan laughed.

"Do you think I can't see that you are deliberately hiding your strength? At the beginning, you deliberately made a move with a thick-bearded man, which showed that your strength was very weak, and then it would not attract the attention of others and Zhang Chengfeng.

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"It seems that Nemion really came for Zhang Chengfeng, so I can take action against you. Even if I can't get the day-by-day knife, I won't let you cult get it." After cutting off his cold eyes, he wanted to get Meng Er's idea.

"Why are you willing to give in to a small town with your strength? If you go outside, you will get a wider sky, but it's a mistake to fight against me. You know that the strength of Pingwumen has long been better than that of any martial arts decent school. Meng Er looked at the disconnection seriously.

"Hahaha, even without me, you can't get a daily knife. There are more than three extraordinary people in that inn." Disconnect and say.

"So what? The strength of my Pingwumen is there. Even if my brother is defeated, someone will come to Pingwumen, and we will definitely get it day by day."

"Well, you are so stubborn that evil has been better than righteousness since ancient times. Now that you are evil and I am righteous, and we should be higher."

I don't know how long it has been. The sun has not been under the West Mountain for a long time, and a gust of evening wind is blowing, mixed with the sound of clothes breaking into the air.

Meng Er did not have any fear in his heart and slowly closed his eyes.

He cut off a long roar, rose up and fell to the top of the overgrown slope below. Meng Er just arrived at the foot of the slope and stopped suddenly.

Meng is tall and thin, but it can give people a strong feeling. His skin has a kind of blackness after long exposure, and he has a sheep face, but the outline is clear, as clear and powerful as a knife. With a pair of eagle-falcons, he is indeed intimidating.

It's just a face-to-face, and when I disconnect it, I feel from his flashing eyes that I am the kind of person who is both conceited and selfish, sinister and cunning. Such people will take themselves as the center, as if they think that they have the privileges given by God to him and can run rampant.

The two are now three feet apart, but they don't see how Meng Er will act. A cold and murderous atmosphere from him has rolled up like a wave of breaking the tide.

Disconnect and stand proudly, secretly improve your skills, and counterbalance the other party's strength. He said indifferently, "I killed your son. If you want revenge, just do it!"

Meng Er's eyes burst into a burst of light and said in surprise, "Kid, you have a hard nature to look at death. How many tricks do you think I can take?"

Originally, Meng Er planned to knock him down and capture him alive with a thunderous momentum, and then calmly cleaned up the other two people, and then rectified that the three of them could not survive and die, so as to vent their hatred of being killed.

Unexpectedly, there is an invincible and impeccable spirit.

In this case, they had to fight with all their abilities. At that time, life and death were fought, and it was easy to kill, but it was impossible to capture them alive.

Meng Er is a generation of martial arts masters, so he buried the broken momentum from his heart. As long as the other party calculates how many moves he can stop him, he will naturally have an incompetent mentality, and the momentum will be reduced accordingly.

He disconnected and smiled and said, "Mr. Qu is so old, and his thoughts are still so naive. I'm nourishing now, and I have a helping hand. However, after two days of rushing the road, Mr. Qu fought his life and became a tired soldier. Don't miss it for a while. He was so tired that he worked hard to establish a famous life and paid for everything.

Meng Er was stunned and felt the disconnection for the first time.

What puzzled him most was that the other party was full of energy and did not consume Zhenyuan due to the bitter battle and trek during the day to devote himself to exhaustion, which was completely impossible.

Although he injured the front cold earlier, it was not easy to win. He also suffered some internal injuries under the counterattack of the front cold, and he has not recovered in order to chase the enemy. As he said, he has become a tired soldier.

The most powerful thing about disconnecting those words is to point out that he is still old and has a bad reputation. It's not a big deal to lose, and he absolutely can't afford to lose.

Suddenly, Meng Er had an unfathomable feeling of disconnection.

In the past, he could see his opponent transparently every time he faced the enemy, but this time it was an exception.

Even if Bi Xuan and Ning Daoqi are replaced at this time, they will have the same troubles and doubts. Even if you disconnect yourself, you know the current situation but don't know why.

It's all because the secret of longevity is a secret that has not been passed down through the ages. It secretly conforms to the principles of heaven and people. Everything is out of nature. It comes from the heavenly way that Laozi said is "the Tao, the extraordinary way", "mysterious and mysterious, and the most wonderful door".

At the right time, I broke off the wonderful hand and got it. It was embedded in the unspeakable, and it was everywhere. However, it was in the heavenly way that ordinary people could not see. The essence in the body and the essence of heaven and earth were integrated. Suddenly, it suddenly supplemented the real yuan that had been consumed, and it was more refined. May I ask who can understand such a mysterious truth.

Meng Erben also had the feeling that he couldn't say it, but he had been famous for decades and was as determined as a rock, so he would never be depressed. He snorted coldly and rushed up to the top of the slope.

Unexpectedly, the disconnection also slanted up and rushed to Meng Er.

Meng Er thought that he would stick to the top of the slope and not let him cross the thunder pool for half a step, so as not to deal with the hidden wa Fenghan and Kou Zhong.

But how can he not be stunned by the opening of everything and attacking with all his strength without hesitation?

But at this time, he couldn't think much about it. He opened his twenty-finger, and his toes rushed up diagonally. The strong momentum of the ten fingers sealed the broken situation and the way to be sealed, so that he was forced to work hard.

When I broke off, Meng Er's claws were unfathomable, flexible, elusive, and sealed extremely tight, but because of the midway move, he changed to be mainly guarding. With a long smile, he turned over in the air, rising half a foot, condescending, and his fists struggled to hit Meng Er's claws.

The sound of strong fighting can't stop ringing.

In the blink of an eye, the two exchanged more than ten moves.

In the muffled hum, he broke and floated back to the top of the slope. After a stagger, he stood still. The trousers tube on the side of his left leg broke, and two blood marks appeared. Blood gushed out, and the corners of his mouth also bleed.

Meng Er's pen stood in the middle of the slope, his face was blue and his eyes flashed fiercely.

Just now, he has taken all his best. Unexpectedly, he broke off the strange moves and repeatedly resolved his killing. How can he teach him to be shameless?

He interrupted and laughed and said, "If you had said that Qu Lao, you are tired!" You still have to show your strength and see what you want!"

This time, Lian Meng Er also paid tribute to his bravery. Just now, he was able to say that he had escaped from death. If he hadn't avoided the critical point of his crotch in the face of danger, he would have blocked his exquisite claws with his legs, and he would have been lying on the ground earlier.

Now the blood has not stopped, and it has come back, which makes Meng Er look at him differently, and his heart is even more murderous.

I didn't see how he was doing. He had been disconnected and laughed, "Try another move!"

When he was disconnected, he saw his palm slashing obliquely, and there were countless changes hidden in his body's footwork. Suddenly, he was completely shrouded in waves and ensuing momentum. Knowing that Meng Er was angry and tried his best, he dared to stand back, take three steps, and then punched him in the air.

I was also surprised by Meng Er's cultivation.

This punch was unreasonable in the eyes of outsiders, but it just blocked his move change.

Assuming that he continues to attack according to the original route, he is bound to be blocked by the opponent's sharp fist before changing his move.

He met such a strange trick for the first time in his life.

If in the usual best state, although there is no time to renew the momentum, and I am also confident that the other party will blow blood and fall back with this punch, now I am exhausted and can only use the usual six or seven successes. Such a barely hard blow will never take much advantage.

Meng Er scolded angrily, moved away, and kicked his side leg towards the empty door on the right side.

When I saw that the strange move worked, my spirit was greatly refreshed and my confidence increased. My hands appeared with thousands of palm shadows and went to Meng Er.

Meng Er saw that the younger generation took this opportunity to take the initiative to attack, and almost went crazy. He quickly captured his mind and launched a "ghost variant" containing the real magic power.

This "ghost transformation" is actually the essence of Meng Er's self-created martial arts, simplifying complexity, including complex and incomparable palm, finger and claw multi-style changes in the thirteen. With the leaping and flashing method, the change is unfathomable and unpredictable, such as the flying eagle in the sky, the accuracy and subtlety of the prey.

When he was disconnected, he only felt a flower in front of him. Meng Er had flown to the top and launched a pervasive and fierce attack on him.

The initiative is in the hands of the other party.

I broke myself and knew that no matter how much experience, martial arts and vision, the other party was poor, so I had to clenched my gums, mainly dodge, supplemented by the sealing of the frame, coupled with the outstanding swordsmanship, and struggled against the fierce offensive that was like a river of the Yangtze River.

Meng Er bounced up and down, like a flying eagle to develop waves of attacks.

"Wan!"

The blood spray fell to the ground, and the right foot rose and pointed on the fingertips of Meng Er stabbed. The situation was extremely critical.

Meng Er rose to a high altitude again and shouted, "At this moment next year, it will be your anniversary."

Press with both palms.

broken and rolled down the slope, and immediately collapsed in place, with two palm prints.

Meng Er's true breath was exhausted and fell on the slope.

Spoor blade wind and sword wind came from behind.

"Bum!"

I tried to stand up and disconnected and fell to the ground, and I couldn't get up.

In the scene of lightning and fire, Meng Er has known with the art of internal inspection that he was eager to kill and cut off just now, and gave a "ghost variant" that should never be used in the case of true element loss. Now he has no time to cope with the joint attack of the battle between the cold and Kou Zhong.

At the break, Meng Er moved away and sank into the dark place of the mountains.

He cut off and looked at the fleeing Meng Er with a wry smile in his heart and turned to the inn.