There was another weak variation, and Meng Jingchen closed his eyes, improving the range and accuracy of his hearing. At the same time, like a Chinese dance, Leng Ying changed the direction in her hand and tilted her body to lift it up. Suddenly, she felt a slight change in weight in her palm, and then she let out a low moan as the thin line collided with the cicada's wings.
The flying knife returned to darkness again, just like Mo Yin Dao at this moment.
Meng Jingchen was not anxious, on the contrary, he was very patient. In order to track down Mo Yindao and avoid the many people who formed the organization to encircle and suppress Mo Yindao recently, he tried his best and finally hibernated here, waiting for this invisible devil.
Ever since he left the shelter where he had lived for a long time, he had never stopped pursuing the devil who had been hiding in the world for so long. He knew all about this person's temperament, and the years of suffering allowed him to develop the patience to contend with it.
Every fight may be the last resort. He doesn't ask for anything, as long as he can catch his whereabouts and wield the blade of revenge against him, it doesn't matter who lives or dies, even if he hates the wilderness.
The shadow hiding in the darkness seems to be moving more and more to the side. Suddenly, six hidden fronts came from all sides of Meng Jingchen. The air flow speeds were completely different, and they pointed at different vital points of Meng Jingchen.
Sure enough...it has your personality.
Meng Jingchen didn't say anything, he just said something silently in his heart. The strength of these six knives are different, the directions are strange, and the speeds are different. If someone else were here, even if they could escape three or four of them, there would definitely be at least one knife that could not be avoided in the end. Achilles heel.
The Mo Yin Dao's blade has its own rules and regulations with the unique blessing of its true energy.
And such a move happened to happen to him. Maybe he couldn't handle it back then, but times have changed.
Suddenly, Meng Jingchen exhaled a full belly of air from his mouth and nose. His abdominal cavity shrank visibly, and at the same time, the pores on his body made a low "thorn" sound!
"Swallows in the rain, butterflies in the wind, are exposed to the wind and rain without getting wet..." He sighed in a low voice, and at the same time his voice was also occupied by the sound of air currents, "The shadow against the wind, the white horse in the gap."
Before he finished speaking, the sharp edge had arrived.
However, he was shocked to see that Meng Jingchen was no longer around in the darkness. As Lin Feng moved slightly, his body actually moved away from the blade, as if it had lost its thickness of silk!
"How long are you going to hide it?"
At this moment, the figure hidden in the darkness also showed a strange color.
In Meng Jingchen's hard battle just now, in addition to dealing with the flying knives, he also guessed where Mo Yin Dao was hiding through the changes in the air flow! Just as the six flying knives were flying around, he had already taken a step forward and appeared on the branches of a tall dead tree!
As expected, the shadow was hiding above, and Meng Jingchen smiled faintly.
Then, Leng Ying's long heart swam like a long snake, and a bright light "cracked" directly pointed at the black figure's face——
"Suffer death!"
However, in an instant, Meng Jingchen's expression changed drastically; at the same time, two flying knives shot out from the black shadow's chest and stabbed into his eyes!
"drink!"
At the critical moment, Meng Jingchen poured Qi into his feet, and the weight suddenly increased greatly, and the branches broke in response. He fell awkwardly from mid-air. Fortunately, he avoided the attack of two flying knives. He only heard two "bang bang" sounds above his head. The flying knives cut a strand of his hair and nailed it to the tree.
Meng Jingchen fell hard, but he got up immediately and felt that the air had calmed down to normal.
"Tsk... Damn it. Let him run away again."
He clenched the rapier in his hand and gritted his teeth. At this moment, he was the only one left in the forest. The faint light filtered through the cracks in the broken branches, and he could see the body on the branches. It was a warrior who was hunted to death with a flying knife.
The flying knives on the tree have also disappeared, and the black shadow has left. Meng Jingchen stared at the innocent warrior at his feet, thought for a moment, broke the leaf-covered ground with his palm, and buried the man hastily.
Looking at the boundless darkness, a complex and painful emotion surged in Meng Jingchen's heart.
But he quickly cheered up. This encounter showed that his strategy was correct. By making use of those who are in the open, one can easily guess Mo Yindao's whereabouts through inference. Originally this was a complicated and confusing task, but I never thought that with the help of those people, my side would become much clearer.
Next, he must quickly deduce where Mo Yindao will go next. time does not wait.
Having made a decision, Meng Jingchen set off immediately. In the dark forest, the wind-like figure was flying again.
…………
The next day. In Luo Xi Heavenly Palace, Jiu Feijun, who once again received a message from the lower world, was facing an unfamiliar face in the hall.
Jiu Feijun simply read the opened letter and then put it aside. In front of him is a stocky middle-aged man in his thirties, but the mysterious emblem on his waist can prove that he is no longer middle-aged.
"Long Yuyanxing. I haven't seen you for so many years. There have been very few changes."
After reading the letter, the two of them pondered for a while, and finally Jiu Feijun broke the silence. He glanced at the guest invited today and found that the other person was already looking at him.
"I've been an ordinary person in the countryside for many years. I have no worries and my hair turns gray slowly." Du Yuyanxing shook his head. "Listen to this letter, there is trouble in the lower world again."
Jiu Feijun had questions in his mind, and smiled slightly at Du Yuyanxing's laxity.
"This chaos is already the second time - didn't you feel the turmoil in the lower world last year?" he asked casually.
Du Yuyanxing didn't have any obvious expression: "In hindsight, I have been living in seclusion for these years, and my nerves have become numb a lot."
Jiu Feijun was not in a hurry to continue discussing the matter of the lower world. He thought for a moment and then brought up a new topic: "It's understandable that the lower world is far away. But recently, it seems that my ascension to the upper world is no longer stable... Do you have an idea?"
When the conversation changed, Jiu Feijun could notice that Du Yuyanxing's expression became less relaxed.
"When I saw your letter, I thought you were looking for me because of this matter." Du Yuyanxing said slowly, "If I have nothing to say about this matter, there is no need to come here."
"It's about... Mo Yin Dao, right."
This name, in today's Shengpingtian, always makes some people have unusual reactions after hearing it.
Jiu Feijun lowered his eyes and expressed his acquiescence to this name.
As a representative, he has always maintained a non-interfering attitude towards the undercurrent of disputes between rivers and lakes. But this time he took the initiative to ask, and Du Yuyanxing seemed to understand something in his silence.
"I know that you have a personal relationship with Mo Yindao. Recently he reappeared and killed some people. I want to hear your opinion on this matter." Jiu Feijun said.
"I haven't seen him for a while. But I have also heard the rumors in the world." Du Yuyanxing said calmly, "He killed someone, there is no escape from it. But I am not convinced of this yet. I We need to find him and talk to him.”
