The changes are up and down, except for the Blue Blood Dragon King and the Red Eyebrow Sword King, everyone else is still in a state of confusion, how can they tell their ancestors well and suddenly become a sudden attack and hold Wen Gongzi hostage?

Even Mrs. Huangfu and Huangfu Fei are like this, it turns out that this is the "clever plan" of Qingyuan Daoist......

However, he was able to forcibly hold Wen Hengshui between the two protectors, and his strength was simply shocking!

As for whether it is a good plan or not, it is a good plan to get out of it!

The face of the blue-blooded dragon king was already blue and purple with anger, as a half-step exterior scene, he was defeated by the enlightened junior in a dignified manner, not to mention, and even the young master failed to protect it, and he changed to someone with stronger self-esteem, I am afraid that he would like to die in front of Mr. Xiyue.

If this kind of thing spreads, you will definitely lose your reputation!

Although it may not have been a good reputation before, but it is bad, at least it is scary and scary, but now after that, I am afraid it will become a joke!

He didn't answer immediately, his eyes subconsciously looked at Huangfu Fei and Huangfu's wife, as if he was thinking about taking them down while they were unprepared, so that he would have hostages in his own hands, and things would be much easier.

But how could Meng Qi ignore this, hey, and his tone was leisurely: "Could it be that the Dragon King and the Sword King think that the poor Dao would not dare to open the killing ring?"

"Anyway, Mrs. Huangfu and Miss Huangfu have no relatives and no reason with Poor Dao, just to repay the kindness of the owner of Huangfu, if there is something discordant, Poor Dao will definitely take care of himself first, and it is a big deal to kill the donor first to avenge them, and then slowly calculate this account in the future. ”

As he spoke, he motioned for Huang Fu Fei and Huang Fu to lean over to his side, and at the same time, the tip of his sword pierced Wen Hengshui's neck, and a little blood leaked from the wound, and his leisurely tone was full of coldness that he didn't take the lives of Wen Hengshui and Huang Fu Fei and the others seriously.

This made the eyes of the Blue Blood Dragon King and the Red Eyebrow Sword King split, but under the rat taboo, they were not afraid to act rashly, so they could only watch Huang Fu Fei and Huang Fu Lady pass by. Hiding behind Meng Qi.

They are all old rivers and lakes, and they understand that Meng Qi may just be talking big, and they may not ignore the killing of Huang Fufei and the others, but they don't dare to bet on this kind of thing, after all, the hostage is the young master, and if there is a slight mistake, they can't afford it, so they can't make a risky move.

"Daoist Qingyuan, you have to think carefully about the consequences of forming an undying enmity with our 'Moon Village'. The Blue Blood Dragon King gritted his teeth and threatened.

Meanwhile. He secretly made a gesture, signaling himself to delay the time first, and the others hurriedly found an opportunity to inform Mr. Xiyue, so that he could intercept it halfway and kill the abominable Taoist priest in the palm of his hand!

As a strong man who has been famous for many years, he has a lot of experience in the rivers and lakes, and he is not panicked and does not know how to deal with it.

Meng Qi laughed and said, "If Poor Dao is afraid of death, he will not come to Jushenzhuang." Why should the dragon king be afraid of him? Prepare the carriage immediately, Poor Dao doesn't want to meet Mr. Xiyue!"

With one word, he exposed the intentions of the Blue Blood Dragon King.

At this time, Huang Fu Fei directly bypassed the Blue Blood Dragon King and the Red Eyebrow Sword King, and ordered the servants who followed to prepare the carriage. Leave it outside the village.

The servant was at a loss for what to do, and looked at the Blue Blood Dragon King.

Meng Qi's left hand deepened with force, and the tip of the sword entered a little further, so painful that he smelled Hengshui and inhaled the cool air and couldn't speak. His throat rattled, as if he was afraid.

Blood dripped down the tip of the sword, streaking across a vertical trajectory. Falling on the half-ice, half-snow in the shadow of the cloister, a bright plum blossom blooms.

The Blue Blood Dragon King was angry and hated the anomaly, but he didn't dare to risk the young master's life, so he nodded to the servant.

"How long will it take?" Meng Qi asked Huang Fufei.

"Hurry up, a quarter of an hour is enough. Huang Fufei recalled the past experience.

So, Meng Qi said to the servant: "After a quarter of an hour, if you don't see the carriage at the gate of Zhuangzi, you will wait to collect the body." ”

The Blue Blood Dragon King's breathing became heavier, and he couldn't wait to do it immediately, but he finally held back, and the Red Eyebrow Sword King had his eyebrows open, as if he had chopped Meng Qi dozens or hundreds of times in his heart.

The two watched as Meng Qi held Wen Hengshui, protected Huangfu Fei's mother and daughter, and moved cautiously towards the door of Zhuangzi, on the way they found an opportunity, quietly dispersed the manpower, released a signal, and notified Mr. Xiyue, and at the same time found that Qi Shaochong and other more loyal disciples of Jushenzhuang were nowhere to be found, as did Mrs. Red Line and Saiwai Shenhuo.

Not long after leaving Zhuangzi, the carriage slowly drove over, and the four horse-drawn carriages were all varieties that were long in running in the snow.

Meng Qi asked Huangfu Fei and Huangfu Lady to inspect the horses and chariots first, and then boarded, and he drove the coachman away, put his long sword back in his sheath, and sat at the front of the car with Wen Hengshui in his hand, and drove the horses away with his left hand around his neck.

"Dragon King, Sword King, don't send, when you get to a safe place, Poor Dao will unlock the acupoint of the donor, and it will not hurt his life, if you follow, you will shake the eyes of the poor Dao, and the poor Dao's mood will be bad, and when the poor Dao is in a bad mood, he loves to kill. Meng Qilang said, naked threatened.

Thanks to many police and gangster films, I have "enough" hostage-taking experience!

Of course, the most important point is that the hostages in their hands make them have to scruple and have to throw a mouse bogey, otherwise they are afraid that they will ignore the hostages' lives and directly besiege and kill, so that the enemy will understand that it is useless when they hold the disciples of the Moon Village hostage in the future.

The Blue Blood Dragon King paused and said with hatred: "Qingyuan Dao Chief, where will the end of the world not meet!"

"Haha, why do you have to know each other when you meet. Meng Qi answered purely habitually.

The carriage slowly accelerated, galloping over the snow, and in the middle of the snowfield, it was covered by the vast white.

............

At this time, I am afraid that it will be faster if there is a sled...... Meng Qi saw the snow on both sides retreating, and Lin Hai appeared in the distance, and sighed with emotion.

Of course, if he directly took Mrs. Huangfu and Huangfu Fei to perform light skills and run with all his might, it would definitely be better than a sled, but it was so difficult to last, after all, it would consume spirit, and there was a carriage to travel, so he could separate his mind and heal his wounds, and meet the things that followed.

The "Heavenly Wound" was placed aside, Meng Qi took out the healing pill of the six doors and took it, did not relax the threat to Wen Hengshui, nor was he negligent, he still released his spirit, sensing the surroundings, and preventing the disciples who were good at lurking from suddenly approaching and rioting.

The winter was bitterly cold, the snow was reckless, and wild animals were hard to see, but there were still a few people who were running for a living, and they heard the sound of horses' hooves trampling the snow, and looked back to see a carriage passing by. The driver was a Taoist priest wearing a tattered water suit, with a handsome face and a dusty temperament.

It turned out to be such a person driving a car...... They were quite puzzled, as if they felt that something was happening, that the carriage was very dangerous.

The carriage rushed by, galloping along the forest sea.

Along the way, Huang Fufei knew that Meng Qi wanted to heal his wounds, drive a car, and watch the hostages, so he didn't say anything. He spoke patiently, believing that he could bring himself and his mother to safety.

Wen Hengshui's whole body acupoints were stopped, and he could only stare at Meng Qi with a hidden cold gaze, as if he wanted to eat his flesh and sleep his skin.

The old god Meng Qi was there, concentrating on treating his injuries, and according to the distance of the Moon Village, he calculated the time when Mr. Saiyue arrived.

After a while, I don't know how far I run. Meng Qi was not a strict injury, and his subtle realm was self-evident, sensing the surroundings, and no trace of the disciples of the Moon Township was found.

Of course. It's just a disciple, if the half-step exterior of the Blue Blood Dragon King gathers his breath and relies on the hidden secret method of the Moon Township to follow, he is afraid that he will not be able to sense it.

His mind was racing. Grabbing the wound of heaven with his right hand, Lang laughed, and threw Wen Hengshui upwards behind him:

"Smell the donor. No need to send it again!"

Before the words fell, a figure suddenly popped out of the snow next to him, almost fused with the snowfield, and slammed into the carriage, it was the Blue Blood Dragon King.

He was surrounded by the wind, the snow was stained with a layer of blue, and the horses trembled and looked like they were about to freeze.

The palm is full of power, the ghost is crying, and it seems that he can't wait to slap Meng Qi to death with one palm!

But suddenly there was a flower in front of him, and the figure sitting in front of the carriage disappeared!

No, it's not that he disappears, but when he jumps out, he has already taken off into the air as if he was prepared, and slashed at the young master who had not yet fallen from mid-air, like a goshawk fluttering a bird!

Meng Qi's spirit was restrained, and he only had the knife in his hand and Wen Hengshui in his eyes, the knife was as fast as thunder, and the lightning was shining, chasing Wen Hengshui who had not yet unlocked the acupoint, and he didn't seem to take the life and death of Huangfu Fei's mother and daughter to heart, cold and terrifying.

Young Lord!

Wen Hengshui's life is in the first place, how could the Blue Blood Dragon King watch Meng Qi kill him with a knife, slapped his left hand, his body folded, and he also took off, hitting Meng Qi's vest directly, sparing Huang Fufei's mother and daughter and the four horses.

In the air, it was difficult to change direction, and he believed that he could force Meng Qi to give up the attack and dodge with a jack fall.

Suddenly, his pupils contracted violently, because the Qingyuan Taoist priest in front of him was in an impossible place, in the void where there was no point of strength, like a big peng spreading his wings, he changed direction, and went around behind the young master, facing himself, the Taoist robe hunted and hunting, and his posture was indescribably chic, relying on the void!

How can it be?

He is not yet on location, how can he turn and change direction in mid-air?

Such a change was completely beyond the expectations of the Blue Blood Dragon King, and he had no way to change it, so he could only watch as Meng Qi's sword in his left hand stabbed out.

After a while, there seemed to be a red fire coming out of the ground, melting a little snow, but the flames were not obvious, because the power was restrained!

The sword light was wonderful, like a shock, like a swimming dragon, like an immortal flying from the sky, and stabbed at the center of the eyebrows of the blue-blooded dragon king with an indescribable amazement.

A wisp of yin fire silently erupted from the soles of his feet, quickly burning with yin wind and ghost energy, and there was a little bit of eight heavenly dragon fire in the center of his eyebrows, scorching its brilliance, sweeping away the yin and evil.

Meng Qi's drunkard did not mean to smell Hengshui, but to severely damage and even kill the Blue Blood Dragon King, so that he was not afraid of being embellished and hid his traces before Mr. Xiyue arrived!

The Blue-Blood Dragon King let out a miserable scream, and his whole body was filled with phosphorus, as if it had turned into a blue and blue torch, and the wind around him was thick and almost black, and his palms slapped out with a terrifying feeling of femininity.

Poof, the flames were extinguished, the yin wind stopped, Meng Qi took advantage of his strength to take off, flew towards the carriage, and sat firmly in the coachman's position, exactly the same as before.

The horses galloped, Meng Qi laughed loudly, and his voice spread far away:

"Thank you Dragon King!"

The blue-blooded dragon king hugged Wen Hengshui and fell, just in time to see the carriage running into the distance.

As soon as he fell, his legs were weak, and he almost fell to his knees, blood gushing out of his chest, his face was pale, and his breath was weak.

Before, he narrowly took away the tip of the sword, so that the long sword only penetrated the right chest, avoiding death, the external injury seemed terrible, but it was actually not strict, for a strong man like him, he could fight for another three hundred rounds.

However, due to the hasty response, there was nowhere to borrow strength in mid-air, and the Yin Fire and the Eight Heavenly Dragon Fire could not be completely resisted, burning the meridians, burning the Yuan Shen, and the internal injuries were extremely severe.

Anyway, the young master rescued it...... The Blue Blood Dragon King carried Wen Hengshui and watched the carriage disappear on the edge of the vast snow line, his eyes were cold, his expression was dark, and Meng Qi's laughter seemed to echo in his ears:

"Thank you Dragon King!" (To be continued......)