Seemingly sensing Meng Zhao's rejection and hesitation towards Jianan Pass and his ignorance of the Kuang family, the sickly young man named Kuang Tianyou explained,
"The Kuang family was once a member of the Yanzhou family. Several women from the family entered the palace and were canonized as concubines. However, they were suppressed because of their loss of power and the entire family was sent to Jianan Pass."
He briefly introduced his origins and shortcomings to show his sincerity, which made Meng Zhao feel at ease.
At least for now, this person should be seeking cooperation or asking for something, which is why he seems so open and honest.
Meng Zhao had a better sense of him and was about to respond by getting on the other side's boat to see what he had to say.
In the clear and calm lake, a roar like a giant beast suddenly erupted, and swirling vortexes appeared one after another, as if they were about to open their big mouths and swallow up the two small boats.
The hull of the boat began to sway extremely unstable, swaying from side to side in the gradually increasing rain. Fortunately, the people on the boat were all people who were proficient in martial arts. Even Han Lu, who had the lowest cultivation level and the least attainment, also had Liang Muqiu. As a side note, it was not affected by the violent shaking of the hull.
Meng Zhao's expression changed. He deftly retracted the palm holding the beads, and strung the jasper beads back to his wrist. His sharp sword-like eyes glanced at Kuang Tianyou on the bow of the opposite boat. Seeing that he also had a surprised expression, his heart moved.
"Is it possible that this change has nothing to do with him?"
As the eddies expanded and collided, the originally calm lake water stirred up turbulent water. The waves rolled up and rolled up huge water waves, pressing towards the two small boats, giving people a thrilling feeling of facing thousands of troops. Feel.
One after another, huge waves hit the hull, and the ordinary wooden hull, which was originally produced by a small workshop, began to creak and make an overwhelmed sound.
Under the sudden change, both Zhu Er and Han Lu on the boat were a little frightened, but Liang Muchiu looked as usual, with a disdainful smile on his plump lips. It was obvious that he didn't like these little tricks very much.
Meng Zhao stood with his head high on the bow of the boat, calm and composed, with his clothes flying. The oil-paper umbrella above his head had been discarded at some point. The wind and rain mixed with the waves hit him, but he was blocked by an invisible force. He was not stained by water, adding to his beauty. Three points of momentum.
Kuang Tianyou thought of something, with a slightly annoyed expression on his face, and after speaking a few words with his dull lips, he saw the ordinary boatman shaking the wood pulp touching the lake water slightly, and the entire hull of the boat, Together with the small boat with Meng Zhao on it, it instantly became as unmoving as Mount Tai, undisturbed by the increasingly turbulent waves and undercurrents.
At the same time, the oar was like an unparalleled blade, drawing out huge transparent air blades several feet high in three directions, cutting through the water and waves, slashing all the way like breaking bamboo.
Soon, the clear blue lake water around the two boats was filled with bubbles, rolling with a red and dirty color, and pieces of human corpses were floating up.
"sharp!"
Meng Zhao, who was watching all directions and listening in all directions, naturally noticed that the boatman had made a lot of gains as soon as he made a move, and secretly praised him.
The boatman seemed to be just shaking the wood pulp in his hand slightly, but the force he exerted, the use of his energy, and his effortless performance without any pyrotechnics were all at the level of a top master.
At the same time, Kuang Tianyou’s slightly childish voice came,
"Don't worry, Mr. Meng. This is a young man who is here for me. Kuang's men will solve the problem."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the lake water under the floating corpses and pieces of flesh. The water exploded and splashed. Eight figures, like vigorous fish in the water, jumped up, emerged from the lake water, and headed towards Meng Zhao on the boat to assassinate him.
The sword light is like the blazing sun at noon in summer, erupting with an extremely bright and dazzling edge. The cold killing intent is as strong as ice, condensed into sword energy, and it is sure to kill as soon as it is shot.
The eight killers, after vacating the water, came in front of Meng Zhao and exploded with sword energy to kill people. They completed the whole process in one go. There was no pause in the whole process. It would not be an exaggeration to say that it was carefully planned.
And everyone seems to have a determined attitude of success or failure, moving forward indomitably, which is breathtaking.
The feeling they gave Meng Zhao was very similar to one person, that is the tavern boy Xiaonan, the assassin who defeated Lu Haochun, a disciple of the Demon Lord Hall, with two swords.
However, no matter how many calculations, no matter how many desperate blows, they all look pale and weak under the suppression of absolute strength.
Liang Muqiu suddenly saw a huge green sword light erupting from his body, and he slashed with his palm. The sword energy crossed the sky and hit eight sword energy, hitting these sword energy almost at the same time.
Keng, Keng, Keng...
The sound of eight swords clashing together like gold and iron was heard. The eight fine swords were cut into pieces by Liang Muqiu's sword.
At the same time, eight figures soaring into the sky quickly fell back into the lake at twice the speed before, and soon they floated up one by one, either with their backs or with their faces facing the drizzle of oil. The sky roared unwillingly.
Meng Zhao didn't even move his steps, looking calm and relaxed. He smiled and extended a thumbs up to Liang Muchiu.
"Good sword skills!"
The good thing?
Fortunately, although Liang Muchiu had innate strength, he used no more power than those assassins to fight back.
With the same force, not only the sword energy was defeated, but the sword body itself was shattered, and a huge concussive force was exerted to kill the eight assassins on the spot. This performance was even worse than that of the boatman on the boat. and.
It was hard not to wonder if this woman had a strong desire to win and was unwilling to lose face in front of Meng Zhao, so she did this on purpose.
Liang Muchiu smiled arrogantly, straightened his chest enough to dominate the ball girl, and said,
"It's not that good, I haven't used my real skills yet!"
Meng Zhao did not doubt this.
To this day, he still doesn't know what kind of martial arts Liang Muqiu practices, but judging from his status as a descendant of the unparalleled King Liang and his amazing performance in fighting against Meng Jizu, the martial arts is probably no weaker than the Red Flag Order.
This scene fell in the eyes of Kuang Tianyou and the boatman holding the oar. Their hearts trembled and their eyelids twitched. They couldn't help but secretly thought,
Is the Meng family really so strong that any woman can have such superb martial arts?
The look he looked at Meng Zhao was a little more solemn, at least more serious than before.
After Liang Muchiu casually killed the eight assassins, the huge waves and undercurrents that were originally turbulent and uncontrollable all stopped and turned into calm and everything was as before.
An inexplicable assassination ended abruptly.
As for Meng Zhao, from beginning to end, he never figured out who sent these people or why they wanted to kill him.
Perhaps the answer can be found from the people on the opposite boat.
