The Southern Song Dynasty began with the apprenticeship of Huang Shang

Chapter 297
Meng Lingbo smiled evilly: "You are my little trouble, if you kill you, grandpa will never know."

"At that time, I will say that you fell in love with a lowly native here, and committed suicide for love!"

The more Meng Lingbo talked, the more complacent he became, and finally he laughed wantonly.

Hearing this, Meng Xian'er's expression tightened, and she said angrily: "Do you think you are so sure that you can kill me?"

Meng Lingbo smiled and said, "It might have been difficult before, but now, it's not necessarily so!"

As Meng Lingbo said, she stopped smiling, raised her right palm, and immediately patted Yang Chengye and Meng Xian'er in the air.

"The hand that covers the sky!"

As soon as Meng Lingbo finished speaking, a giant black and red hand that covered the sky suddenly appeared above the deck.

The giant hand was full of blood, and the strong smell of blood mixed with the bitter wind instantly blocked the surroundings of Yang Chengye and Meng Xian'er, leaving them nowhere to escape.

Feeling the powerful coercion of the giant hand, Meng Xian'er's pretty face turned pale, and she said in a trembling voice: "You, you have practiced the family forbidden technique, aren't you afraid of being known by grandpa?"

"hey-hey"

Meng Lingbo laughed evilly and said, "If I kill you, the old guy will never know."

Meng Lingbo said to mobilize the true energy in his body, and the speed of pressing down his palms was a little faster.

At this time, Yang Chengye also recovered, and also felt the coercion of that giant hand.

"Xian'er, what is this?"

Yang Chengye looked at the giant hand that was getting closer and closer to the top of his head, and asked Meng Xian'er.

Meng Xian'er didn't have time to explain to Yang Chengye, so she said anxiously: "We'll talk about this later, the most urgent thing now is to break the Shutian Hand, otherwise we will be killed by him!"

"Humph!"

Yang Chengye snorted coldly and said, "Let me do it!"

Before Meng Xian'er could answer, Yang Chengye stood up, mobilized the true energy in his body, and used the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, and suddenly a golden dragon formed between his palms.

"throat"

The giant dragon groaned, and a purple awn flashed in its dragon's eyes, and rushed towards the giant hand in the sky, and immediately pushed the giant hand into the air.

"what!"

Seeing that the giant dragon actually withstood the speed of Zhetian's men, Menglingbo let out a surprise and said, "I didn't expect the little native to have such skill, I really underestimated you, but That's all there is to it!"

As Meng Lingbo said, he increased the output of true energy again, and suddenly the giant hand turned dark red, pressing the golden dragon towards the deck.

"puff"

Yang Chengye poured all the zhenqi in his body to the giant dragon, and tried his best to support it, but the pressure on the giant hand became more and more intense, shaking his internal organs, and immediately opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Consonance finger!"

Seeing Yang Chengye struggling to hold on, Mengxian'er became very anxious, and hurriedly used her consonance to point at the giant hand that was slowly pressing down.

But Lingxi Finger is not the opponent of Zhoutian Hand at all, the two are not at the same level at all, Lingxi Finger was shattered into a little bit of brilliance the moment it touched Zhoutian Hand.

This hand that covers the sky is a forbidden technique of the Meng family, and it needs to absorb the five elements of true energy for cultivation, and to absorb the five elements of true energy, one must find a person with the five elements' spiritual body, and absorb their flesh and blood, which is very cruel.

Therefore, the ancestors of the Meng family listed it as a forbidden technique, prohibiting the children of the Meng family from practicing it. If they find out that the minor ones have their skills abolished, they will be expelled from the family, and the serious ones will be killed on the spot.

Unexpectedly, Meng Lingbo secretly practiced such forbidden techniques.

"and many more!"

Meng Xian'er looked at the dark red giant hand that was getting closer and closer, and murmured: "It turns out that your sky-shrouding hand hasn't been fully cultivated, so it's easy to handle!"

As Meng Xianer said, she took a hairpin from her head. The hairpin with the head of a phoenix and the body of a dragon was neither gold nor silver. throw out.

The brilliance of the hairpin flashed, and it quickly shot towards the giant hand in the air, piercing through the giant hand.

"Ah, how is that possible?"

Meng Lingbo let out a scream, and the giant hand in the air shattered, and the aftermath spread to the surroundings. The force of the counter-shock shattered the giant dragon sent by Yang Chengye.

Meng Xianer withdrew the hairpin that turned back into finger length again, grabbed Yang Chengye's arm and flew onto a medium-sized boat, waving her palm and pushing the boat to flee north.

Meng Xian'er knew that even though she broke Meng Lingbo's hand that covered the sky, she only hurt him a little bit, and she was still not his opponent, so she had to leave first for the present.

"Where to go!"

Meng Lingbo stood at the bow of the ship holding his bleeding hand and roared at the fleeing ship, his body flew high, stepped on the sea, and chased it out.

Meng Xian'er waved her palm to push the boat, while turning her head to look at Meng Lingbo who was chasing after her.

"Smelly girl, you are dead, I will definitely catch up with you and absorb your true energy, so that my sky-shrouding hand can be upgraded to another level."

Meng Lingbo yelled and cursed, while waving his palms to attack Meng Xianer and their boat.

At this time, the ship was already riddled with holes by Meng Lingbo, and the person was getting closer and closer, Meng Xian'er was very anxious.

Suddenly, Mengxian'er gritted her silver teeth, and her purple eyes became deeper and more seductive.

I saw Meng Xian'er took off the hairpin, bit the tip of her tongue and sprayed a mouthful of blood towards the hairpin, and the hairpin immediately released a dazzling golden glow.

Meng Xian'er snorted coldly, and threw the hairpin towards Meng Lingbo again.

Seeing the hairpin, Meng Lingbo's pupils shrank, and he said in horror: "Stinky girl, you dare to perform the blood sacrifice at the expense of your true energy, don't you regret it?"

At this time, Meng Lingbo was very afraid of this hairpin, and his pursuit slowed down.

Meng Xian'er gritted her teeth and said, "You will regret it if you don't use the blood sacrifice!"

The hairpin shone with golden light, and it came to Meng Lingbo in an instant, Meng Lingbo dodged hastily, but the hairpin seemed to have eyes, and it still turned around and shot Meng Lingbo's lower abdomen.

Meng Lingbo screamed again, his true energy was instantly dissipated, and his body fell straight into the sea.

Seeing that she succeeded in one blow and the hairpin returned to her hand again, Meng Xian'er also felt relieved, and then felt a sense of drowsiness, and fell asleep as soon as she closed her purple eyes.

At this time, the sea surface returned to calm, and only the sound of rolling waves could be heard. The boat that Yang Chengye and the others were on sailed slowly northward with the waves, while the two people on board fell into a deep sleep.

After a day and a night, the ship has entered the endless sea, and the weather is getting colder and colder, with occasional snowflakes falling.

Yang Chengye woke up from the cold, shrank his body, looked at the pitch-black sea, and didn't know where he was.

"Brother Yang!"

At this moment, Meng Xian'er's voice sounded on the deck.

"Xian'er, is that you? Where are you?"

Hearing Fan Mengxian'er's voice, Yang Chengye sat up from the deck, suddenly feeling weak and weak, and couldn't lift his strength.

This discovery immediately startled Yang Chengye. He had felt this feeling deeply before, which meant that his true energy had been exhausted.

Yang Chengye was startled, and hurriedly checked his dantian, and found that the ball of true essence in the dantian was still slowly rotating, and at the same time was slowly exuding true energy.

"Fortunately, fortunately, it's not like last time."

Yang Chengye whispered, and then looked around for Meng Xian'er.

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