Chapter 625: Meng Chixing's grudges

Meng Chi Xing is very powerful and is the number one master in Mongolia. Now he has gained a lot under Jiang Ning's hands.
Meng Chixing stopped one of the men in black by feeling. His instinct told him that the man in black had a great entanglement with him.
"Who stopped me, the name was killed in the quick report, and Ding Wu of the temple of war will not kill the unknown junior."
After being stopped, Ding Wu turned into anger, and he would be stopped by an unknown person.
Hearing the three words of the Temple of War, Meng Chixing's heart moved slightly. This name should have an unimaginable entanglement with him.
"I am Meng Chi Xing, and I practiced in Mongolia." Meng Chi Xing uttered in black clothes. If I didn't look closely, I would really be confused with these black people. It's just that Meng Chihang is tall and taller than these people, so he won't mistake him.
Mozong Meng Chi Xing, although Ding Wu has been practicing in the Temple of War God, he also knows the name of Meng Chi Xing. This Mengchixing is one of the three masters in Mongolia, and Ba Shiba, named after Sihanfei, is a godlike existence in Mongolia.
He was a strong enemy, Ding Wu silently commented, and immediately raised the threat to Meng Chixing by several levels. However, Meng Chixing didn't know at all, he only moved according to what he thought, and didn't care who his opponent was.
Ding Wu's Po Tian Jue reappeared and realized that although the Po Tian Jue of a short section of "The God of War Catalog" is not a masterpiece, it also has its magical features. As long as the enemy does not exceed oneself too much, then the Po Tian Jue will increase as the enemy strengthens.
This is also the reason why Ding Wu suffers from Shang Jiangning. It is because Jiangning's strength is much higher than Ding Wu. This makes Ding Wu's Po Tian Secret Art unable to display its magic, and it also makes Ding Wu look weaker than the other men in black.
But in fact, being selected by the leader means that his strength has been recognized. It's just that Jiang Ning's strength is too abnormal, just to restrain Ding Wu. However, Meng Chixing's strength was weaker than Jiang Ning's. At this time, facing the Po Tian Jue, it happened to be the time to let Po Tian Jue shine.
Thinking of this, Ding Wu immediately displayed the Po Tian Jue and fought with Meng Chi Xing. Meng Chixing's martial arts originated from the "Tibetan Secret Intelligence Book". Relying on his unique understanding, he cultivated a wonderful magical skill that transforms spiritual power into material.
And as long as Meng Chixing's mental power is strong enough, he can almost break Ding Wu's Po Tian Secret Art. At this time, Ding Wu saw that he was on a par with Meng Chixing, and couldn't help being triumphant, "Meng Chixing, the Mongolian seems to be nothing more than that. I thought there was really something wrong with three heads and six arms. Nothing can be done. I will defeat you!"
Meng Chixing didn't answer, his moves were as strong as the sea, and as steady as a mountain. Attacking and backhands were all natural, just like a man. Meng Chixing's exercises already have the style of a master. If he can keep on, then he may grow to the realm of Xiaoyaozi and Zhang Sanfeng.
Seeing such a natural and natural Meng Chi Xing, Ding Wu couldn't help feeling anxious. He suddenly urged his internal strength to defeat Meng Chi Xing in a short time. It's just that people who are studying martial arts are most afraid of restlessness. At this time, Ding Wu is in this state of mind. It can be said that it is impossible for him to defeat Meng Chixing.
The more and more Meng Chixing fought, the more bravery he fought, and his wide-ranging moves were like a of war who looked down upon the world, driving Ding Wu to a desperate situation.
"Impossible, how could you be my opponent." Ding Wu was not reconciled. He tried his best to urge Po Tian Jue to defeat Meng Chi Xing.
"Boom!" Ding Wu received a heavy palm from Meng Chixing's body.
"You humble Mongol, how could you know the power of my war temple."
"Bang!" Another unstoppable fist fell on Ding Wu's body.
"Cough, cough, cough, how can I, Ding Wu, be defeated by people like you? I am one of the unborn geniuses in the Temple of War. You are what you want to compare with me."
"Boom boom boom!" Meng Chixing counted his feet in a row, kicking directly on Ding Wu's heart.
Ding Wu couldn't bear it and flew out ten feet away. He looked at the slowly coming Meng Chixing, filled with resentment and unwillingness.
"If I hadn’t fought with Jiang Ning, the lord of the Ming Dynasty, and caused me a little internal injury, how could you have defeated me. My Ding Wu was not defeated by your Meng Chixing, but by Jiangning. Hands."
Hearing these words, Meng Chixing stopped. He watched Ding Wu slowly and said: "There is a saying that you are right. You are not defeated by my Meng Chixing. But you are not defeated. Our Lord Jiang Ning is in the hands."
"What nonsense are you talking about, neither in your hands, nor in Jiang Ning's hands, then whose hands I am defeated, the ghost's hands, hahaha, Mengchixing, you are really ridiculous."
Meng Chixing ignored Ding Wu’s ridicule, and he continued: "You are defeated by your own hands. Your heart is uncertain, your heart is too impetuous, you say you are a genius of the Temple of War, if you really are In this way, the Temple of War must survive soon."
Such words were like thunder in nine days, resounding in Ding Wu's mind, a huge wave was set off in his heart, his already weak hands were holding the ground firmly.
"No, no, how could I be defeated in my own hands. I am a genius of the Temple of War! Meng Chixing, I know, you are jealous of me to tell me like this, right? Admit it, you deliberately did this because you were jealous of my talent."
Meng Chixing looked at Ding Wu, who was already incurable, and didn't want to kill him, so he turned and left.
"Meng Chixing, you come back, let's fight for another hundred rounds. How come I, Ding Wu, would be afraid of death in battle, come. You are a man, come and kill me. Meng Chixing, come if you have the guts. "
Facing Ding Wu's hysterical roar, Meng Chixing's heart was not disturbed, because he knew that this genius, known as the Temple of War, was dead, and his heart had been destroyed. Even if he is alive, he will never be able to break through.
Ding Wu looked at Meng Chixing, who was walking further and further, and suddenly laughed.
"Ding Wu in the temple of war, I would rather stand to die than live on my knees!" After all, Ding Wu broke his meridians.
In a temple very far away, a man muttered to himself.
"Ding Wu is dead."...