I play the role of Jiajing in Zongwu: What crime have I committed?

So the rebellion he launched was not for the purpose of ascending the throne, but a desperate gamble.

They attempted to seize control of the emperor and his concubines, inciting infighting among the princes in order to gain a sliver of hope.

But what he was really thinking was not important.

In any case, this rebellion was doomed to fail from the very beginning.

For Zhu Houcong now, killing Meng Zhi is the most important thing.

Mei Changsu's arm should be severed tonight.

Thinking of this, a cold glint flashed in Zhuque's eyes, and his figure completely disappeared into the darkness.

Meng Zhi moved like lightning, speeding across the rooftops.

The night wind howled, making his robes flutter loudly.

Just as he was about to leap into the next house, a sudden sense of dread arose in his mind.

call out!

A piercing sound tore through the night, and three arrows shot at high speed from the left.

The arrow was imbued with terrifying true energy, and its tip emitted an eerie blue light.

The three arrows came too fast; Meng Zhi, in mid-air, had nowhere to use them to dodge.

"drink!"

He roared, and the sword at his waist was instantly drawn, wielding three swords in a flash.

boom!

With a deafening roar, the moment the sword and arrow clashed, two powerful energies collided violently, and the resulting gust of wind blew away the surrounding tiles and houses.

Meng Zhi was thrown backward by the force, tumbling twice in the air before finally landing on the branch of an ancient pine tree.

Who is it?

Meng Zhi's hand gripping the sword went slightly numb, and his gaze swept like lightning into the shadows.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhu Qi slowly stepped out from the shadows, toying with the feathered arrow between his fingers, his voice tinged with a hint of mockery.

"Commander-in-Chief Meng, we meet again."

Meng Zhi's pupils constricted sharply: "It's you!"

He immediately recognized the man as the mysterious grandmaster who had disappeared in the city that night.

During their brief exchange, Meng Zhi realized that although this person's martial arts were below his own, they were not far off.

Later, he searched the entire city of Jinling both openly and secretly, but he never found any trace of this person again.

I never expected him to be waiting for me here tonight.

"What's going on in the palace? What are you up to?"

Meng Zhi shouted loudly, his sword pointing directly at Zhu Qi, his true energy surging around him, causing the pine branches to bend slightly under his weight.

Zhu Qi chuckled lightly: "Why should a dying man know too much?"

"You?"

"Of course not."

A cold voice suddenly came from behind.

Meng Zhi was greatly shocked and turned around abruptly.

Suddenly, Zhuque appeared on the rooftop not far behind them, his black cloak billowing in the wind like bat wings.

The two men, one in front and one behind, completely blocked all his escape routes!

Two grandmasters?

Meng Zhi's heart trembled violently, and his hand gripping the sword tightened involuntarily.

He held his sword to the side, his gaze sweeping back and forth between Zhu Qi and Zhu Que, a fine layer of cold sweat already seeping from his forehead.

He could still manage to deal with a grandmaster.

But two…

At this moment, the night wind suddenly picked up, causing the shadows of the surrounding trees to dance wildly, as if countless ghostly hands were baring their fangs and claws in the darkness.

Meng Zhi could clearly feel two completely different pressures coming from both the front and the back.

"It seems that Commander-in-Chief Meng is going to perish here tonight."

Zhuque chuckled sinisterly and slowly drew his longsword.

Zhu Qi slowly approached, and with each step he took, the snow beneath his feet cracked and spewed up.

Meng Zhi laughed in a deep voice: "Gentlemen, why must we draw our swords against each other? If I were to fight to the death, I could take one of them with me."

"Let's pretend I wasn't here tonight, shall we?"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Qi's lips slowly curled into a sinister smile, and the killing intent in his eyes solidified into frost.

A traitor is a traitor; he forgets his father and sovereign completely in an instant.

"What a loyal and devoted Commander-in-Chief of Mongol!"

His voice was so deep it seemed to come from the deepest hell.

"If you had risked your life to come to my aid, I might have respected you and even spared your life. But now, you are doomed."

Before the last word even landed, Zhu Qi's figure shot into the sky like an arrow released from a bow.

He touched the eaves with his toes, and the green tiles shattered with a sound. He turned into a blur and rushed straight towards Meng Zhi.

The long sword in his hand was drawn with a shrill whistle, and the blade's light seemed to cleave the moonlight in two.

Almost simultaneously, Zhuque, clad in black robes, surged like dark clouds, and attacked from both sides with swords.

The glint of swords and the shadows of blades intertwined in the moonlight, forming a chilling web of killing intent.

Zhu Qi's swordsmanship was fierce and ruthless. Every slash was accompanied by a sharp whistling sound that tore through the air. Wherever the blade passed, bricks and stones shattered and wooden pillars broke.

His movements were like a ghost, his sword strikes continuous, forcing Meng Zhi to retreat repeatedly.

Zhuque moved like a venomous snake, her long sword flashing with cold light, her sword energy cunning and insidious, targeting Meng Zhi's weaknesses.

Meng Zhi fought two opponents alone, his longsword as steady as a mountain, his swordplay expansive and powerful, each strike carrying immense force.

clang!

With a deafening clang of metal clashing, Zhu Qi's knife and Meng Zhi's sword collided fiercely, sparks flying.

Both of them were knocked back several steps, and the blue bricks beneath their feet shattered inch by inch.

Seizing the opportunity, Zhuque flashed forward, his sword aimed straight at Meng Zhi's back.

Without turning his head, Meng Zhi swept his sword horizontally with a backhand, the sword energy like a rainbow, actually forcing Zhuque to retreat.

Zhu Qi's killing intent intensified. He flashed and his sword aura changed drastically. The sword light was like a blood moon across the sky, aiming straight for Meng Zhi's neck.

Meng Zhi's pupils contracted, realizing that this strike was no ordinary matter. He immediately circulated all his inner energy and countered with a slash.

boom!

Swords clashed, their energy exploded, the surrounding walls collapsed with a roar, and snow dust rose everywhere.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Zhuque descended from the sky, standing upside down, her sword aimed straight at Meng Zhitian's head.

Meng Zhi roared, his inner energy erupting once more. His longsword trembled violently, forcing Zhu Qi back several steps.

At the same time, he dodged to the side, avoiding the Vermilion Bird's fatal sword strike. Seeing the Vermilion Bird appear in front of him, he immediately struck out with a backhand palm.

boom!

The palm struck Zhuque squarely in the chest, the powerful internal force pouring in like a raging torrent, causing Zhuque's sternum to collapse instantly.

He choked on a mouthful of blood, and felt excruciating pain as if his internal organs were being crushed.

Meng Zhi stared coldly at him, expecting to send him flying.

But in that instant, despite his severe injuries, Zhuque gripped Meng Zhi's left wrist with his right hand like an iron clamp.

not good!

Meng Zhi's pupils contracted sharply, and a chill ran down his spine and straight to the top of his head.

He instinctively tried to pull his hand away, but found that Zhuque's fingers were gripping his wrist tightly like branding irons.

This madman actually used all his life's skills!

"Heh...heh heh..."

Zhuque's mouth was full of blood foam, but his blood-stained teeth revealed a ferocious smile.

"Meng Zhi...you've been tricked..."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhuque's left hand suddenly flashed with a cold light.

With all his might, he swung his sword backhand, the blade carrying a resolute determination to perish together, aiming straight for Meng Zhi's throat.

laugh!

At the critical moment, Meng Zhi suddenly dodged to the side.

The sword's edge grazed his neck.

Immediately afterwards, a severed arm flew high into the air, spraying blood everywhere.

Chapter 49 I'm Eating a Hook

The sword strike was too fast and too ruthless; although it avoided a fatal blow, it still took away his left arm.

Meng Zhi groaned and staggered backward, his left arm severed at the elbow, blood gushing out like a fountain onto the snow.

Suzaku collapsed to the ground, staring at the severed arm, and let out a hoarse laugh.

"Hahaha, Meng Zhi, you're nothing special after all?"

With each laugh, he vomited a mouthful of blood, yet he still stared intently at Meng Zhi, his eyes filled with madness.

At this moment, Meng Zhi's face turned deathly pale, and fine beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

Feeling the excruciating pain from his severed arm, he stared intently at Suzaku's blood-stained, ferocious face, his heart filled with turmoil.

This person was willing to risk his life to force him to reveal a weakness.

Grandmasters are few and far between, so why would they risk their lives to take my life?

unless…

A long-dormant thought suddenly flashed through my mind.

Could it be... related to Master?

Meng Zhi's pupils suddenly contracted, and he gripped his longsword tightly in his right hand, holding it horizontally in front of his chest. The blade gleamed with a cold, eerie light under the moonlight.

He endured the excruciating pain, his voice low and thunderous: "Who exactly are you?"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Qi's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and a cruel smile appeared on his lips.

He slowly raised his blood-stained longsword, the tip pointing directly at Meng Zhi, and grinned maliciously, "Guess!"

These three short words automatically conjured up many memories for Meng Zhi.

He stared intently at Zhu Qi, his voice trembling slightly.

"Could you be the enemies of Lord Wu'an of Zhao in the past?"

Lord Wu'an?

Still standing in front of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, holding a long sword and coldly watching Zhu Houcong fighting not far away, he was taken aback when he heard these words.

He suddenly recalled an old incident from many years ago in Emperor Liang's memory.

When Meng Zhi first entered Daliang, he did indeed tell Emperor Liang that he was from the State of Zhao.

However, after the State of Zhao was destroyed by the State of Qin, Emperor Liang did not take the matter to heart.