Zhao Min was half fainted and half dead, and could only hear this familiar and honest voice, and vaguely see the stupid figure.

No matter how unbearable the figure was, how rude or how crazy it was, it was still her prince, and her prince came to save her.

Wei Yixiao was both frightened and panicked, so frightened that Zhang Wuji appeared; he was so panicked that he offended the leader now that he had offended the leader. But then he thought again that the situation was already like this, and the leader was just the leader.

"Min sister!!!" Zhang Wuji had never climbed the tree, but rushed up like a monkey. His five fingers had already fallen into the bark of the tree. He only took a few steps to Wei Yixiao, and snatched Zhao Min and hugged him in his arms.

Only after seeing Zhao Min laughing and there was no wound on her neck, did she feel relieved.

"Minmei, I've made you suffer!" Zhang Wuji was in tears.

"Brother Wuji... I'm not afraid!" Zhao Min was even more in tears.

"Teaching... Leader..." Wei Yixiao was also in tears.

"Don't talk nonsense to me!" Zhang Wuji did not hesitate and handed Zhao Min to Wei Yixiao, "If you want to make up for your merits, protect him well. I will let you take him back to the top of Guangming until we return to victory! If she is half a step away from you, I will tear your bat wings!"

Wei Yixiao looked at the one-sided battle group: "But... the leader... can we win?"

"That must be done." Zhang Wuji jumped off the ancient tree again and ran towards the battle group.

For Wei Yixiao, the leader was not here, Yang Xiao had the final say. When the leader appeared, Yang Xiao's order was to fart, and he immediately pulled Zhao Min to escape towards Guangmingding.

On the top of the mountain, Wang Baobao saw Zhang Wuji in a crazy state from afar and turned around and said angrily: "Didn't it mean that Zhang Wuji is dead?"

The man only gritted his teeth: "Zhu Yuanzhang started... it's not clean, the young people now..."

"Zhu Yuanzhang? Do you have a friendship with that traitor?" Wang Baobao said suspiciously.

"It's just a use. Now that he has been abandoned, the young man will not do anything good." The man began to relax his muscles and bones and regulate his internal strength. "Don't worry, I'm here, Zhang Wuji can't hurt you at all."

"I naturally believe this..." Wang Baobao frowned and shook his head, "but...if Zhang Wuji was there, the opportunity to attack the mountain would be delayed."

Sure enough, in the battle group, everyone heard the familiar leader roaring swearing. The leader came like a killer god in the countryside and an old corpse in the mountain village. For a moment, the morale of the Ming Cult is greatly boosted, and the Yuan army was in a state of great relief. Although they knew that one person could not control the situation of the battle, they were still confused by the enemy's support from the "information".

Xu Da and Chang Yuchun were both good generals. Although they knew that Zhang Wuji's appearance was not a good thing for Zhu Yuanzhang, they could not think about it when they were alive and died. The two of them led the way, gritted their teeth and plucked up their strength, leading their troops to launch a counterattack against the Yuan army again.

The oil and sulfur of the Five Elements Flag has also been in place and has begun to spray and throw it at the Yuan army. For a time, dozens of Yuan army were wrapped in flames and wailed with tragic wraths. The wail spread out with the smell of barbecue.

Like the seeds of fear, they slowly sprout and grow until they are out of control.

The Xinhuo Banner is short of attacks and raw material reserves, and they can only burn hundreds of people to death. But their attacks are extremely intimidating, which makes the soldiers of the Yuan army frightened. These soldiers are not afraid of death, but they are afraid of death. They listen to their companions' wailings and fear arises. After all,... They don't know how powerful the Xinhuo Banner is. They only know how powerful they are. They only know how burned the Red Cliffs and only know how to burn the camps. They don't want to be the unjust souls of death in vain, nor do they want to be those bunch of lifeless cannon fodder.

Zhang Wuji's appearance and Xin Huoqi's position made the battle turn sharply. When the Ming Cult fights against the enemy, no matter whether it is a new recruit or a veteran, he will have a dead end if he retreats. Even the oldest and most cowardly veteran also has a fierce look like a wild dog in his eyes. Bullying him is one thing, and killing him is another thing.

Yang Xiao and his group were already a little injured and fought stubbornly. At this time, seeing that the situation of the war had improved, they also took this breath and continued to shuttle through the sword light, looking for the generals in the formation to kill them.

Zhang Wuji did not directly attack Wang Baobao as people imagined and continued the strategy of "capturing the thief first". Instead, he rushed into the battle group where the Yuan army was most concentrated, and smashed it forward like a human cannonball.

"Get back to me!" Zhang Wuji had no weapons in his hand, and he only cut his hands with a pair of flesh palms, and even had no moves.

The soldiers' weapons slashed him as if they had cut into the void or cotton. They could not exert any force, but they were bounced back. Some of them had great power, and they would be injured or even killed.

Such an almost invincible existence is like a wolf entering a flock of sheep and a snake entering an ant's hole, running wildly all the way.

Of course, Zhang Wuji himself didn't know if he had killed anyone, because he was surrounded by people. He just kept punching and slashing people back, shaking them away, and shaking them in every move.

In this way, with his own strength, he made a gap in the Yuan army formation, making the gap bigger and bigger.

Zhang Wuji's strong appearance instantly shared the pressure from Zhu Yuanzhang and Yang Xiao. Zhu Yuanzhang's soldiers counterattacked even more fiercely, and the Yuan army was already in a state of defeat. Zhu Xiao could also find a way out in the killing, and not die all the way.

Wang Baobao watched the battle on the mountain. The more he watched, the more he became more angry, and the more he became more shocked. Zhang Wuji was as if he had entered a state of no one, and had almost reached the level of one man and one army.

"Didn't you say that such people are only found in legends?" Wang Baobao asked.

"Didn't you say that one hundred Mongolian cavalry has stepped on the peerless masters?" the man asked in a silence.

"But... this is no longer human, right?" Wang Baobao's voice trembled slightly, "Cult, cult, this is the power of the cult, and the Ming Cult will be punished!"

"So I said, you must always be respectful of martial arts." The man had finished conditioning and said, "Zhang Wuji only used his powerful internal force and the Nine Yang Divine Art to protect his body, plus the creation of the Great Transfer of the Universe to reach this state temporarily. A person's internal force is limited after all. No matter how strong he is, he may not be able to last for an incense stick. If you let the soldiers continue to hold on, you will win."

Wang Baobao's face was tense: "How can I fight against the situation and let the soldiers die in vain? Go, don't worry about me. If it were you, you would definitely kill Zhang Wuji."

"Yes, I can." The man looked at Wang Baobao, "But then no one will protect you, and I don't want you to die."

"No problem, the Ming Cult has already taken over. After the assassination failed, no one can attack me anymore." Wang Baobao waved his arms repeatedly, but he still felt that this person was too hesitant. Every time he struggled for a minute, dozens, or even hundreds of soldiers died under the Ming Cult.

The man hesitated for a moment and looked at the battle group. Indeed, the people who could name the Ming Cult were already there.

"It's just one thing that I'm surprised." The man was careful step by step, and he had already reached a certain point. "Zhang Wuji should have ten fragrant soft tendons in his body, and he couldn't even use a trace of internal strength. How could he spend so much?"

"Maybe it's the Nine Yang Divine Art, maybe it's something else, you go quickly." Wang Baobao's heart was bleeding, and he was afraid that dozens of people would die when he spoke.

"I'm afraid that the Ming Cult has experts who secretly help him." The man expressed his doubts, "I don't know the master who can relieve Shixiang Soft Jin San."

"If you don't know each other, go quickly. Don't you hate Zhang Wuji very much?"

The man pondered slightly, and finally shook his head: "If you are in danger, call me back, I don't want you to die."

"Don't worry, don't worry."

Finally, the man took that step, like a bobcat, and disappeared in the forest at some point

Almost as the man disappeared, the wind blew up, and a giant sword that was nearly one person long hit Wang Baobao's chest.

"You should listen to him." Fang Xian said.

Wang Baobao didn't know how he appeared. This man with a black robe smiled like spring, but his face was extremely chaotic, wrinkles and pleats. There was maturity in the vulgarity, cynicism in the vulgarity, righteousness in the vulgarity, emotion in the vulgarity, and vulgarity in the vulgarity...

"Why are you so poisonous again?" Fang Xian said dissatisfied behind Wang Baobao.

Zhu'er put down the head of the last soldier and let the brain flow out of the five finger holes.

"Otherwise, what, let them call the pervert back?"

"There should be room for everything. It is easy to make misunderstandings when you come up." Fang Xian sighed, and the huge black iron sword hit Wang Baobao for a while, "Get the troops back and save your life."

Wang Baobao could not have thought of it, nor could he die. He thought Yang Xiao would have come to kill him, Wei Yixiao would have come to kill him, and even Zhu Yuanzhang would have come to kill him.

However, what the hell is it that wants to kill you in front of you!!

"You...you are..."

"This doesn't matter. Let's withdraw the troops. We don't want to see people die anymore." Fang Xian's iron sword pushed the sword again.

"…···" Wang Baobao gritted his teeth, "Do you know how long I have been waiting for this opportunity? Do you know how difficult it is to mobilize so many elite soldiers from various governments without being discovered? How can I collect it if I say I can collect it?"

"Otherwise, will they be killed?" Fang Xian sent some internal force along the giant sword, which made Wang Baobao dizzy. "So what if the Guangmingding is flattened? The Ming Cult has many branches. The first step is, what if the Ming Cult is flattened? There are thousands of peasants in the world, and the uprisings of the whole country are unstoppable. You can only conquer the world and not be able to rest assured. Can you come alone?"

"I eat the salary of the court and live in the palace of the court. Whether it is useful or not, I, Wang Baobao, have to defend the court until the last moment!" Wang Baobao said this, and although he was shocked by the internal force, he said this in a calm voice.

"Oh...Linger is here." Fang Xian shook his head helplessly, "Let him take a look, are you saying true or false."

Then, Fang Xian learned from Wei Yixiao's appearance and lit several trees around him, lit the handsome flag behind Wang Baobao.

In the eyes of ordinary Yuan soldiers, there are only two coordinate points in the battle.

One is the bright top in front of you; the other is the handsome flag behind you.

They were surprised to find that the Shuaiqi was ignited, and the fire grew bigger and bigger until the Shuaiqi broke and fell to the ground.
Chapter completed!