Zhao Deyan showed up with Zhang Yong hostage, causing the three peerless masters who were fighting fiercely to stop their movements immediately.
At this moment, not only did Meng Xiuyuan look at Zhao Deyan with an expression full of solemnity, but even Bi Xuan and Fu Cailin couldn't help but frown.
As rare martial arts masters in the world, the two of them have been invincible in their respective countries for decades, and they both have the dignity and pride of being masters.
Today, for the sake of the survival of the country and the interests of the nation, it is already a last resort to join forces to kill Meng Xiuyuan. Zhao Deyan's method is really difficult for Bi Xuan and Fu Cailin to accept.
"Master, what do you mean?
Am I, Bi Xuan, injured or dead at this moment, making you so worried that you have to rush to use such means?"
Bi Xuan looked at Zhao Deyan with cold eyes and a low voice. Next to him, Fu Cailin snorted coldly and disdained to talk to Zhao Deyan. He just sheathed his sword silently and raised his head to look at the stars and moon in the sky again.
One of these two people is cold and fierce, advocating strength, and the other is passionate and passionate about life. Although they are not moral gentlemen, they are not the kind of people like Shi Zhixuan who can do anything.
The way each of the great masters behaves is not just as simple as their personality differences. Whatever they do, they all follow their hearts. This refers to both the realm of martial arts and their personal strategies.
Without this persistence, they would never be able to reach the pinnacle they are today on the difficult and difficult path of martial arts.
When Zhao Deyan arrested Zhang Yong before, he only said that he wanted to keep Meng Xiuyuan for a fight to the death. The two of them did not object, because they wanted to use warrior methods to personally deal with powerful enemies.
But doing this now is really hard for them to accept.
Not to mention that the two of them have not yet been defeated, they can still fight with Meng Xiuyuan for more opportunities to find a chance to win. Even if they are really going to die today due to inferior skills, they are still prepared in their hearts.
"Wu Zun, don't blame me for making my own decisions. It's just that I saw the three of you fighting too fiercely, so I was afraid that something might happen.
Since there is a more convenient method, why not use it?”
Zhao Deyan chuckled, not caring about the disdainful attitude of the two great masters towards him, and there was no trace of shame in his expression. He just seemed to feel that what he did was perfectly justified.
As he spoke, he turned to Meng Xiuyuan, who was looking at him from afar, and moved the soft gun tip closer to Zhang Yong's neck, as if he was waiting for Meng Xiuyuan's response.
Zhang Yong's acupuncture points had obviously been sealed, and he was dazed, his eyes were blurred, and he was unable to fight back at all. But Zhao Deyan was still very cautious, holding his body tightly to ensure that he could kill him in an instant.
Meng Xiuyuan looked at this scene with slightly stern eyes, but did not react violently. He only said coldly to Zhao Deyan:
"Does the Demon Commander want to use my friend's life to force me to surrender?"
Zhao Deyan shook his head, the smile on his face became brighter, and he immediately responded:
"Mr. Meng, I think too much. How can I, Zhao Deyan, be such a wishful thinking person?
A genius like the Young Master may not appear in hundreds of years. The world is so big, and there is absolutely nothing or a person that is worth your life in exchange for.
That is to say, Mr. Meng is benevolent, chivalrous and kind-hearted, so he gave me the opportunity to say a few words.
If I were to deal with other peerless masters, I would never dare to use such methods..."
At this point, Zhao Deyan's voice became louder and his expression became more humble:
"I only have one wish, and I want to ask Mr. Meng to consider it.
That is, as I said before, please give me the relics of the Holy Emperor and swear not to return to China again in this life.
As long as the young master agrees, whether it is setting out for the countries in the Western Regions or traveling to overseas fairy islands, I, Zhao Deyan, will definitely make the best arrangements for the young master.
Housekeepers, servants, gold and silver treasures, and even young beauties from my homeland in the Central Plains, no matter whether I, Zhao Deyan, am alive or not, there will always be people who make offerings to the Young Master on time every year."
Meng Xiuyuan remained silent after hearing this. He turned his eyes to Zhang Yong who was being held hostage, and looked at him carefully, as if to see something.
Although Zhao Deyan felt something was wrong when he saw this, seeing that Meng Xiuyuan did not express his refusal clearly, he could not say bad words and could only continue to patiently persuade:
"Mr. Meng, I understand.
As a member of the Demon Sect, I, Zhao Deyan, went to East Turkestan to serve as a national advisor. The master must have been extremely dissatisfied with me. He felt that I was crazy, evil in nature, and only wanted to harm the people of the Central Plains.
But this is not the case.
What I do is actually the same as the other princes, just to compete for the world.
The only difference is that as a powerful family, they can raise an army, but as a lonely man, I must rely on the Turks, that's all.
Mr. Meng, I assure you that it is by no means a bad thing for you to go to the Western Regions and enjoy happiness overseas at this moment.
Because even if the Turks conquer the Central Plains one day, they still don't know how to govern it. They will still have to use us Han people to "use Han to control Han" and hand over specific affairs.
At that time, I can use the power in my hands to implement good governance and benefit the Han people in the world..."
"snort!"
Before Zhao De finished speaking, he was suddenly interrupted by Meng Xiuyuan's cold snort.
Meng Xiuyuan used his true energy to make this sound, which was like thunder breaking through the sky. It rumbled and echoed in the quiet Xiji Garden, causing a master of the Demon Sect like Zhao Deyan to lose his mind for a moment.
The next moment, when Zhao Deyan came to his senses, he saw that the long white jade sword in Meng Xiuyuan's hand was flying up, the sword body shining brightly, and it was about to shoot at him.
"Wait a minute!"
Zhao Deyan shouted loudly and hurriedly hid behind Zhang Yong's burly body, leaving no trace of his body outside and not giving Meng Xiuyuan the slightest chance to dodge Zhang Yong and kill him:
"Mr. Meng, do you really not care about the life of your friend?!
This is a good and kind man. After escaping from the treasure house, he still comes back to the entrance to help you defend against the enemies outside.
When I came here, he had been besieged by the Yingui faction for a long time, and even though he was seriously injured, he still refused to retreat..."
"Get down!"
Seeing the situation, Meng Xiu didn't listen to Zhao Deyan's nonsense and just shouted.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Zhao Deyan was in a trance when he heard this. He didn't understand what Meng Xiuyuan meant, so he could only restrain Zhang Yong more and more subconsciously.
But at this moment, Zhang Yong, who was originally in a coma, suddenly burst out with great strength, suddenly broke away from Zhao Deyan's control, and at the same time flew forward, lying straight on the ground.
Zhao Deyan saw that something was wrong, so he quickly took out the soft gun in his sleeve and tried to hold him hostage again. But at this moment, a white rainbow had already crossed the deep night sky and quietly shot towards him.
The next moment, he fell to the ground with a muffled "plop", and all that was left of the Demon Commander was his headless body, with his leader missing.
When Bi Xuan and Fu Cailin saw this scene, although they didn't care about Zhao Deyan's death, they couldn't help but frown.
The two great masters looked at each other, and suddenly, they both saw surprise in each other's eyes.
Because the two of them had never seen such a brilliant and swift sword, nor could they understand how Meng Xiuyuan suddenly unlocked Zhang Yong's acupoint from such a long distance.
"Brother Meng!"
As soon as Zhang Yong got up from the ground, he limped towards Meng Xiuyuan and was seriously injured.
Obviously, what Zhao Deyan said, that Zhang Yong was besieged by Yingui disciples at the entrance in order to buy time for Meng Xiuyuan, was indeed not made up casually.
"Yongzi, thank you for your hard work."
Meng Xiuyuan patted Zhang Yong on the shoulder with a serious expression.
Zhang Yong smiled and touched the back of his head, and replied sheepishly:
"Brother Meng, don't praise me, it's my incompetence that's holding you back.
If I couldn't be caught without my ability, I wouldn't have these troubles.
Fortunately, your "hum" unlocked my acupuncture points. Your move is really amazing..."
As the person involved, Zhang Yong knew best what Meng Xiuyuan did to save him, but he couldn't help but be surprised by it.
Meng Xiuyuan shook his head when he heard the sound, and answered calmly:
"It's only because you have practiced my kung fu that I have this confidence. Otherwise, I can only think of other ways."
In fact, it is indeed very difficult for Meng Xiuyuan to use his voice to relieve people's acupoints from a distance.
The reason why he listened to Zhao Deyan for so long and never rushed to take action was to observe Zhang Yong's breathing and posture to infer the movement of Qi in his body.
To resonate with the true energy in Zhang Yong's body through a cold snort, to help him quietly break through the acupuncture points without being discovered by the three masters present, the process is like carving a sculpture on the tip of a needle.
If Meng Xiuyuan had not reached the "subtle" level at this time, and because of the "Purple Sky Sword Qi", "Yiyang Finger" and other martial arts he had learned before, he could resonate with the true qi and know the pulses and acupuncture points very well, it would have been impossible.
Such a wonderful thing has been accomplished.
"Meng Xiuyuan, your friend has been rescued. Is it time to take him and escape with you now?"
Bi Xuan suddenly spoke in a cold voice at this moment, interrupting the conversation between Meng Xiuyuan and Zhang Yong.
Meng Xiuyuan chuckled when he heard this, and understood what he was thinking. He immediately shook his head and replied:
"Wu Zun, don't worry. Whether Zhao Deyan dies or whether Zhang Yong is free has nothing to do with our competition.
Today is such a good opportunity, if I can't kill you two, I will never leave even half a step away."
"Hmph, good boy, you have courage!"
Bi Xuan snorted softly when he heard the words, but his face was full of relief. He stared at Meng Xiuyuan for a long time. Fu Cailin, who had been silently admiring the night sky, now also lowered his head and looked at Meng Xiuyuan, his eyes full of respect.
Human nature is complex. Obviously, although these two great masters were unwilling to use too despicable means to deal with Meng Xiuyuan, they were also afraid that they would let the tiger return to the mountain and never have such an opportunity to get rid of this Han enemy with unlimited future.
Meng Xiuyuan was injured at the moment, but he still did not choose to escape after rescuing his friend. Such courage really surprised both of them.
Zhang Yong, who was standing next to him, saw the tense atmosphere between the three of them. When he understood the reason, he thought for a moment, then hurriedly whispered in Meng Xiuyuan's ear:
"Brother Meng, these two great masters are really powerful, you should do what you can.
I'll go first and we'll meet at Pegasus Ranch..."
As he spoke, Zhang Yong turned around and ran away, obviously not wanting to stay and be a burden to Meng Xiuyuan.
"No need to..."
Meng Xiuyuan stretched out his hand and sent out a soft force, lightly calling Zhang Yong back, and at the same time said with a solemn expression:
"Yongzi, you stand here today and take a good look.
In the future, when I'm not here, you may have to do this kind of thing..."
Zhang Yong was shocked when he heard the words. He didn't understand what Meng Xiuyuan meant, but Meng Xiuyuan didn't explain it to him and immediately walked towards Bi Xuan and Fu Cailin.
"You two, please."
Meng Xiuyuan stretched out his hand and made a move. The long white jade sword in the distance slowly flew back to his hand. The sword shone brightly, intersecting with the stars and the moon in the sky.
"please!"
Bi Xuan and Fu Cailin looked at Meng Xiuyuan solemnly, with more respect and seriousness in their eyes than when they fought just now.
The next moment, the three of them ducked and fought together again. A loud "rumbling" sound resounded through the night sky, and their energy was as powerful as a storm passing through.
Zhang Yong looked from a distance. Even if he poured all his energy into his eyes, he could only see countless shadows flashing by. He could barely distinguish the identities of the three people from the color of their clothes, but it was difficult to see clearly the specific moves they used.
For a moment, his right fist couldn't help but clenched. He felt that he had failed Meng Xiuyuan's instructions, and he was extremely anxious.
Although Meng Xiuyuan's words made Zhang Yong confused about the specific meaning, he also felt that a fire was igniting in his chest and his whole body was filled with blood.
Fortunately, the movements of the three people soon slowed down and were no longer as fast as they were just now.
But this is not because the three of them stopped to take a breath because of exhaustion, but it means that this peerless battle has progressed to a new level.
Zhang Yong looked at each other in the distance with his blazing energy and sword cutting through the void. He felt that the surroundings of the three of them had turned into a purgatory, with no grass left, forcing him to subconsciously move at such a long distance.
He took a few steps back.
Looking closer, I saw that Meng Xiuyuan had once again suppressed the two great masters with his own strength. Even though Bi Xuan's "Yang Yang Qigong" became more and more powerful, and Fu Cailin's "Yi Jian Shu" became more and more amazing, but
Meng Xiuyuan was still suppressed by Zhang Xu, and his aura was constantly being compressed.
The two great masters originally thought that Meng Xiuyuan's injuries were serious and his kung fu would not last long, so it would be advantageous to maintain a balance of power. Unexpectedly, when the two of them were almost exhausted of their true energy, Meng Xiuyuan's offensive became more fierce and showed no sign of decline.
Knowing that the chance of victory was about to disappear, the two experienced grand masters immediately exchanged a look, no longer hesitated, and both sacrificed their lives to attack Meng Xiuyuan, intending to use a unique move to determine the outcome.
Meng Xiuyuan was pleased with the situation and was not afraid. He slowly raised the sword and drew it straight out.
Zhang Yong couldn't see what happened after that. He only remembered that a dazzling white light lit up, illuminating him so hard that it was almost difficult to open his eyes. At the same time, the boundless momentum collided between the three of them, and the only aftermath was
It made him feel dizzy and about to fall.
When the light gradually dimmed, Zhang Yong staggered up from the ground, squinting his eyes and barely looking around. He saw only one person in the battle circle standing tall in a green shirt, his sleeves swaying gently in the night wind.