Despite Meng Qi's jokes, Mo Li followed him and the swordsman's move went straight to Monk Yuanzhi.

"Clang."

The knife was placed not far above the old monk's head.

Although it looks close, it is impossible to go further.

The swordsman's scimitar, which had drunk many people's blood, was sandwiched between a dark purple soft sword and a dull short blade.

Under the turmoil of true energy, sand and soil were flying, and the ground was slightly sunk.

Monk Yuanzhi now not only had white smoke coming out of his head, but the acupoints all over his body were experiencing together, and he seemed to be sitting in a steamer.

Three people who couldn't see their weapons clearly in an instant: "..."

It’s just a level of rise, how can it be as if it’s ascending to the ground?

The old monk practiced hard all his life, but his internal strength was deep but he never used it very much. As a result, he had such a big battle.

The swordsman hesitated for a moment and his subordinates were relieved. The masters' moves were just a slight difference in determining success or failure, not to mention that he was facing two people.

Mo Li's left hand sank slightly and pushed it away with her palm.

The swordsman was just because Mo Li suddenly retreated and went astray. He was under this powerful force and instinctively rushed towards Mo Li. Then his right ribs were biting cold. The swordsman then came to his senses and twisted his body suddenly, and avoided Meng Qi's sword in a mess.

The straw raincoat, outerwear and inner shirt were all broken, revealing the scarred skin.

The swordsman took two quick steps and tried to escape from the scope of the sword wind.

His spirit was extremely tense, and he was always on guard against the Mo Li next to him. Even so, the dull sword light caught him off guard when it came, and half of the hat was cut off when he was avoiding it.

——Mo Li had a sharp-edged sword in each sleeve, but the swordsman didn’t know.

In just a while, the swordsman had already broken his clothes and hat. It was not that he had poor martial arts skills, but that when he was about to avoid it, Meng Qi gave him another sword.

Unlike the swordsman's obvious murderous aura, Meng Qi and Moli took action without warning, and one person was completely hidden in the breath of another, giving the swordsman a very short reaction time.

The swordsman used defense instead of attacking, and retreated in a hurry.

Meng Qi didn't chase him, and stood in front of Monk Yuanzhi, and asked slowly: "You are from Piaoping Pavilion. Logically speaking, it was also for the account book. Why did you have to take action without asking a word?"

The swordsman still didn't say anything, glanced back and saw Mo Li's figure.

——The retreat has been blocked, and it is not easy to walk.

A brief battle was enough for both sides to find out the details. The swordsman's disadvantages were very obvious. Although his martial arts skills were high, he lacked some internal strength.

Originally, killers did not rely on deep internal strength to make a living. They valued the goal of hitting one blow, being ruthless and ruthless, and killing more people in the shortest time. Of course, such people are very difficult. They are not afraid of injury or pain, and they are also cruel enough, and are willing to fight off one arm to replace someone else's head.

However, this fearful cruelty was like nothing when it came to Meng Qi Moli.

Just because these two teamed up, the tacit understanding was far beyond ordinary.

If they want to find an opportunity to make a big fortune with small things, that's not to be able to imagine.

The swordsman's heart slowly sank.

Before coming, the swordsman had never thought that he would encounter such a dilemma. The top masters in the world could count it with ten fingers. But he encountered three unknown people. That's all, two of them were obviously not the same method, but they had such a tacit understanding of the heavens.

The feeling of fighting is more than two people.

The swordsman glanced at the broken hat that fell at his feet, and then touched the hole at his waist.

Meng Qi was not afraid of seeing it in the eyes of the swordsman, but only found his annoyance.

"You are in the world and you can't help yourself. You two have such good skills and should also sign up and let me go back and report your life." The swordsman said in a hoarse voice.

As soon as he spoke, Mo Li frowned.

Meng Qi noticed this and slowly refused: "Those who know the current affairs are heroes, and you have great eyesight. I have good advice to persuade you, so you might as well listen."

"You and I don't know each other before, so there is no need to say much."

The swordsman didn't want to answer at all, but he was unwilling to leave just like that, his eyes flashed constantly.

Meng Qi was watching from the side and wanted to laugh. He gave Mo Li a look and signaled that although this man had high martial arts skills, he was very cunning. He could sell his emotions cleanly even if he only showed his eyes. No wonder he covered his head and face.

When someone is proud, Mo Li's hand will become a little itchy.

However, Meng Qi was right. The dead soldiers captured by the rice shop were more difficult to deal with than the ones in front of him.

Mo Li thought while looking at the swordsman.

The other party was always surrounded by bloody and murderous aura, which made Mo Li very uncomfortable. After watching it for a long time, there was a strange feeling. It was hard to say what it was, but something was wrong.

Meng Qi continued: "I think your martial arts are good, and you are one of the best experts in the world. Why bother with this being controlled by others and doing such a fatal business?"

"Accompanies others to work hard for others. The account book of the Si Family Rice Shop is like a hot potato. It will only cause endless trouble when you fall into your hands. If you don't want to make a good relationship with Piaoping Pavilion, it's better to burn it. My master has an order that no one who robs the account book will be left."

The swordsman's voice was hoarse, holding the knife was on guard, and his body was also bowed in a bow shape due to his tense spirit, and he could take a bang at any time.

"I have no choice but to take the two of you, but I am not the only one in Piaoping Pavilion. The clues to the account book will be cut off when they reach them. People will definitely be sent again. You should plan as soon as possible."

"Oh? I don't see it." Meng Qi looked down upon her and said sarcastically, "If a master like you can take out a few more, then there is no need to be a killer to make money. Change your name and surname, and raise a group of people to start a sect, or take advantage of the troubled times to serve the powerful, why worry about wealth and glory not coming?"

The swordsman was unwilling to talk too much, so he squeezed out a few words from his teeth: "Murder, don't look at the level of martial arts..."

Meng Qi looked like he suddenly realized and nodded, "Is it a dead soldier with Lei Zhenzi in Pili Hall? I have seen it, it is so powerful that the soil was blown up three feet flat, leaving a big pit on the spot, which made me dirty a piece of clothes." As he said that, he also made a gesture to dust it, as if there was still dust on the clothes.

The moli was inappropriate to remembering the gerbil digging soil.

The swordsman's face under the masked cloth must be very ugly. He took a step back and stomped the stones.

If you don’t have any speculation, you won’t eat the hard and soft things. This book of things cannot be done well.

Meng Qi didn't plan to be kind to Piaoping Pavilion anymore.

If it weren't for the breaking through Monk Yuanzhi and wanting to cheat on Piaoping Pavilion from the swordsman, Meng Qi wouldn't even bother to say more.

"Since the two are stubborn..."

"Wait, what does it mean to be obsessed?" Meng Qi pretended to be surprised and smiled with a sword, "Is it that I still want to leave after hearing what you mean?"

Keep watching the old monk smoke if he doesn't leave? Stay one-on-three if he doesn't leave?

The swordsman was unable to react for a moment. When he realized what Meng Qi was saying, his eyes suddenly became cold and his murderous aura was thriving.

"You two want to save my life?"

The swordsman killed countless people. If he was fierce and desperate, any kind of master would have a headache.

Meng Qi didn't take it seriously at all. He found out the swordsman's background and knew that with the swordsman's ability, he could not hurt Monk Yuanzhi. Now that the situation is in control, he naturally has the ease. At this moment, Meng Qi showed a shocked expression, and was displeased with three points of displeasure: "What do you mean, why do I want your life?"

The swordsman's eyes were cold, and he vaguely felt that Meng Qi's words were not that simple.

Sure enough, the next sentence is like a sharp blade that penetrates the bone.

“…Living people are useful.”

The swordsman laughed in anger, not only wanted to keep himself, but also wanted to capture him alive?

When this is said, people in the martial arts world will be dumbfounded.

Not to mention Piaoping Pavilion, a killer organization that no one can understand, if ordinary killers fail, they will commit suicide. If they can't even do this, the killer's sign will be smashed. Who dares to spend money to hire such a person?

Killers only learn two skills, one is to kill people and the other is to escape.

The two of them joined forces in front of him, and the swordsman knew that he was not his opponent, but this did not mean that he had no way to escape.

The swordsman even wanted to see where Meng Qi got his confidence, so why did he have such a ridiculous idea?

Meng Qi was not bothered, and he thoughtfully and proactively agreed with the swordsman’s thoughts.

"Warriors are at our level, if we are determined to run, it will be difficult to stop them, let alone stop them and prevent them from committing suicide, but you don't want to die!"

“…”

The swordsman was choked by this sentence.

He shouldn't have climbed this mountain, and shouldn't have thought of being able to speak with anything other than weapons.

The blade was unsheathed again, and the branches three feet away were affected by the invisible murderous intent and broke in response to the sound. The swordsman was quick and instantly left several afterimages. The swordsman's light was like snow, filling the entire open space, and the sand and gravel collapsed in all directions, like rapid rain.

Mo Li raised her sleeves and blocked the flying gravel for Master Yuanzhi who was meditating.

I saw the dark purple sword light circling in half an arc and suddenly lit up, accurately cutting the snow-trained Taoist light into two pieces.

All this happened very quickly, and the sword light snatched away the light of the sun in this instant.

Mo Li appeared silently in front of the swordsman. The swordsman was so angry that he was about to vomit blood. He changed his body movements several times in a row. Although he could barely break through the siege with the fierce sword force every time, another person would block his retreat in the next second.

If this is a famous sword formation or a combination of two swords, the swordsman would not be so angry.

Even though it is not a good idea and has no tricks, where does the tacit understanding come from?

Even if you eat and live together, you can know what you think without making a sound, and you can't do this.

——Unless there is a master with the same skills and methods as his weapons, he will practice with them every day.

I even know that it is impossible.

The swordsman became more and more annoyed as he fought, especially when he found that the two of them were gradually defending but not attacking and were determined to block the way out.

After several rounds of rushing left and right, I just felt like I had become a monkey and was driven around.
To be continued...