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

Could it be that Meng Zhi, that scoundrel, inherited his martial arts skills from Lord Wu'an, Li Mu?

Despite his doubts, he acted without the slightest hesitation.

He suddenly accelerated, and the blade light poured down like a torrential rain!

Meng Zhi took a deep breath, and his sword aura suddenly changed. The phantom of a mountain appeared faintly on the sword's edge, and the sword energy crisscrossed, colliding fiercely with Zhu Qi's blade light!

boom! boom! boom!

The entire street trembled from the fierce battle, with rubble flying everywhere and snow falling heavily.

It must be said that Meng Zhi's strength is indeed terrifying.

Even with one arm severed, Zhu Qi was still finding it difficult to defend himself.

Meng Zhi's longsword gleamed coldly as he attacked, saying, "Your companion is already a cripple. As for you, I can still kill you with one hand."

"Yeah?"

Zhu Qi blocked a sword strike and suddenly revealed a strange smile.

"Take a look behind you."

Meng Zhi was taken aback upon hearing this, and glanced to his side and behind him out of the corner of his eye.

Zhuque slumped in a pool of blood, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes.

The next second, with trembling hands, he pulled a gold bead the size of a longan from his sleeve and stuffed it directly into his mouth.

Gudong!

As the sound of swallowing came, Meng Zhi was completely dumbfounded.

A chilling scene unfolded before his eyes.

The black-clad man's collapsed chest suddenly emitted a "crackling" sound as the bones snapped back into place, and his deathly pale face visibly regained its color.

Golden mist rose from the wounds all over his body, and his shattered internal organs were reshaped in the golden light.

"this…"

Meng Zhi's pupils shrank suddenly, and he was terrified. His voice changed, and his hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

"No...this is impossible!"

In an instant, his figure suddenly shot up and rushed straight towards the Vermilion Bird.

He knew that if Suzaku were to fully recover, he would surely die today.

Swish!

The longsword sliced ​​through the night sky, its sharp whistling sound aimed straight for the Vermilion Bird's throat.

This sword strike was as fast as thunder; before the blade even arrived, the chilling sword energy had already plowed a deep trench in the ground.

"Dream on."

Zhu Qi grinned maliciously and his figure flashed in like a ghost.

His longsword transformed into a streak of light, precisely intercepting Meng Zhi's fatal strike.

clang!

The sound of metal clashing was deafening.

"Your opponent is me."

Zhu Qidao's attacks were like a surging tide, each move faster than the last.

Meng Zhi was forced to respond, but out of the corner of his eye he noticed that Zhuque's injuries were healing at a visible speed.

"Damn it!"

Meng Zhi roared angrily, and his right hand suddenly spun the long sword.

"Seven Stars Piercing the Moon!"

After unleashing his killing move, Meng Zhi retreated rapidly, clearly intending to escape.

The next second, Zhu Qi advanced instead of retreating, taking the blow head-on, and seven bloody gashes appeared on his chest.

He was willing to get injured just to keep Meng Zhi occupied.

"Want to go?"

"It's not that easy!"

Zhu Qi laughed wildly, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and his sword strikes became even more frenzied.

They managed to keep Meng Zhi firmly in place.

The two figures flashed and clashed, their swords and blades cleaving the ground within a radius of several dozen feet, creating deep trenches.

Meng Zhi was extremely anxious, but he was still unable to break free from Zhu Qi's entanglement.

Just then, a terrifying aura suddenly erupted from behind.

boom!

Meng Zhi was shocked. He turned around and saw that the person had fully recovered.

The Vermilion Bird behind it leaped up with a carp-like agility, its bones popping like beans.

He stretched his body and said with a sinister laugh, "Let's begin the second half."

"What exactly did you eat?" Meng Zhi asked in a muffled voice.

"Of course, the food is hanging!"

Before the words were finished, Zhuque suddenly launched an attack, her sword energy turning into countless afterimages.

hang?

What it is?

A storm raged in Meng Zhi's heart.

He had never heard of such a heaven-defying item in his decades of wandering the martial world.

Since the other side is so well prepared, it seems I'm doomed today.

Today's situation is a dead end.

A glimmer of understanding flashed in his eyes.

Since Zhu Houcong had planned to take Meng Zhi's life, how could he not make thorough preparations?

He had three Golden Elixir Pills in total, and he had already placed two of them on Zhuque and the other person in case of emergency.

With this treasure, even someone on the verge of death can be brought back to life.

Meng Qing!

Do you think I will give you even the slightest chance of survival?

Zhu Houcong, Zhu Qi, and Zhu Que all simultaneously curled their lips into a cruel smile.

"Hahaha…"

Meng Zhi suddenly threw his head back and laughed wildly, but his laughter carried an indescribable sorrow.

His bloodied right hand gripped the longsword tightly, his eyes flashing with a final, resolute determination: "Let's see who dies first!"

The sword suddenly burst forth with a blinding, cold light.

At this moment, he stopped defending and looking for a way out, and instead fought with his life on the line.

Since I'm destined to die, I'll take others down with me.

Killing one is enough!

Zhu Qi laughed wildly, "Commander Meng, die!"

The two exchanged another blow, and the next second, Meng Zhi sensed danger and suddenly turned around.

With a swing of his longsword, he shattered the Vermilion Bird's sword light.

However, in that instant, Zhu Qi's blade struck again.

laugh!

The blade sliced ​​across Meng Zhi's right arm, blood splattering, leaving a deep, bone-revealing wound on his arm.

Meng Zhi grunted, his brows furrowing slightly, but his fighting spirit intensified. He roared and thrust his longsword straight at Zhu Qi's throat.

Zhu Qi hurriedly parried with his sword, but the immense force of the sword made his hands go numb, and he staggered back several steps.

Seeing this, Zhuque charged forward again, her sword aimed straight at Meng Zhi's heart.

Chapter 50 My Heart Will Not Rest As Long As You Live

boom!

Suddenly, a blinding blood-red light erupted from Meng Zhi's body, and his essence blood burned like a raging fire.

His skin dried and cracked at a visible rate, and his white hair turned to frost in an instant.

But those eyes were terrifyingly bright, like a demon crawling out of hell.

"Come on, let's see who dies first!"

Before the words were finished, a three-foot-long flame of blood suddenly rose from the sword's edge.

He then launched a fierce attack, his sword strike as powerful as a rainbow.

Zhu Houcong's expression changed.

He hadn't expected Meng Zhi to be so decisive, directly burning his life essence.

Dang, Dang, Dang! ! !

The sound of metal clashing echoed through the night sky.

Meng Zhi's every sword strike carried the power to split mountains and shatter rocks, forcing the two to retreat repeatedly.

Zhu Qi's blade was cleaved open, and Zhu Que's protective aura was shattered by the sword.

Even when the two attacked him together, they dared not confront him head-on and could only engage in a prolonged fight.

Anyway, Meng Zhi is covered in injuries now, so even if he tries to escape, he can easily outrun him.

After a hundred moves, the battlefield had become a pool of blood.

Meng Zhi's sword moved slower and slower, his entire body soaked in blood.

Due to the burning of his essence and blood, blood was even seeping from his seven orifices.

puff!

With his final strike, Meng Zhi pierced through Zhu Qi's right shoulder.

This sword was meant to take his head, but at the last moment, he managed to dodge it.

"Heh...what a pity..."

Meng Zhi's face was ashen. He chuckled and uttered two words, his body frozen in place, still in the posture of swinging his sword.

His pupils had dilated, yet his body remained upright like a pine tree.

Blood was drawn out, and essence and blood were depleted.

This grandmaster, who was capable of dominating the world, died standing up.

The night wind howled, stirring up a cloud of blood and dust.

Zhu Houcong looked at the still-standing corpse with a complicated expression.

What a brilliant Meng Zhi!

If you weren't Mei Changsu's man, perhaps we could have created a beautiful story of a ruler and his subject.

pity,

I will not rest in peace until you are dead!