The Mingjiao's rescue operation was in full swing, step by step, and soon the whole Wan'an Temple was in a sensation.
It's just that Zhao Min took a large number of masters to rescue the Ruyang Palace. The guarding force in Wan'an Temple was a bit weak. Although Xuan Ming and Xuan Ming had outstanding martial arts and were at the top of the world, Zhang Wuji could contain them both for life.
The many masters under his command are more than enough to deal with some ordinary Yuanmeng soldiers.
Taoist Taiyuan was standing on a street not far from Wan'an Temple. His breath was vague, and he looked at the commotion in front of him and remained silent.
In front of the gate of Prince Ruyang's Mansion, Zhao Min and his party arrived in a hurry.
"Princess, we have sent many experts back. I am afraid that Wan'an Temple will not be able to hold on. Those people from the six major sects?"
Ada whispered softly next to Zhao Min, with a look of loyalty, bending down at the waist.
"Don't worry, I have my own plan. How can it be so easy to rescue people from the six major sects?"
Zhao Min is very confident. These days, she is not only exploring martial arts in Wan'an Temple, she has also made a lot of preparations secretly. Thinking of that purple figure, her confidence is a lot more abundant.
There was a lot of noise and people shouting and neighing. This night was destined to be a restless night.
Taoist Taiyuan stood quietly. His breathing, which was originally vague, suddenly paused, and then he sighed quietly.
"Since your Excellency is here, why bother hiding? I really didn't expect that there would be a master like you in the Yuanmeng court!"
He suddenly spoke, and the street seemed to become silent at that moment. Looking at Taiyuan, his eyes were as dark as a deep pool, looking straight at the darkness not far away in front of him.
"Hey, the little Taoist priest has such profound skills!"
The voice was sharp and hoarse, piercing the eardrums, and very unpleasant to hear. Before he finished speaking, another person appeared in front of Taoist Taiyuan.
This man was dressed in purple, his face was as pale as jade, without any blood color, and his aura was particularly gloomy. He only had a pair of eyes, shining, hesitating in the deep dark night.
When the visitor appeared, Taiyuan was shocked and his expression became solemn.
In Taiyuan Taoist's perception, the person in front of him was filled with gloomy energy. On the contrary, shrouded in spirit, this person was like a blazing sun. The blazing heat almost burned the sky and destroyed the earth, which was extremely terrifying.
This kind of sight seen with the naked eye and felt with the mind
(This chapter is not finished yet, please turn the page) How can it not be shocking to see completely opposite temperaments.
"Who are you?"
Although he was shocked in his heart, Taiyuan's face was as calm as water. This was also because his state of mind was as calm as water and his sword intention was pure. Even if the world collapsed, he could not shake his soul and asked quietly.
"Our Qingyu, are the little Taoist priests here to block our way?"
This person is an eunuch from the inner palace. It is not difficult to see this with Etai Yuan's eyesight. As his mind turns, he vaguely understands the purpose of this person's visit.
"I am a poor Taoist, Taiyuan, the leader of the Ming Cult. If you want to go to Wan'an Temple, I'm afraid it's impossible."
Taiyuan spoke indifferently, not understanding his figure. Under the night wind, his clothes were like iron, with no sign of fluttering. It looked very strange.
"Master of the Ming Cult? So that's the case, then there's nothing we can do. Let's learn from your Taoist skills."
Qingyu's tone became softer and softer. As he spoke, his figure flashed, and there was a purple light. It was extremely feminine and mysterious. In an instant, he was in front of Taoist Taiyuan, and a sharp and fierce energy rushed straight to the center of his eyebrows.
His eyes were like lightning, and with a flash of brilliance, he saw that Qingyu's hand was shaped like an orchid, holding a dull embroidery needle between his thumb and forefinger. The tiny embroidery needle pierced the void, causing ripples in the air, as if there was something there.
Countless tiny bubbles collapsed in the air, mysterious and strange.
At this moment, Taoist Taiyuan suddenly thought of one person, Dongfang Bubai!
Yes, the eunuch Qingyu in front of him, using his martial arts skills, gave him the feeling that the Invincible from the East was coming again.
"Sunflower Collection!"
With awe in his heart, Taiyuan suddenly realized that the kung fu performed by the person in front of him must be from the Sunflower Book.
He never thought that across the vast distance of time and space, he could actually meet someone who practiced the Sunflower Book.
Moreover, although the man in front of him was not as majestic and domineering as Dongfang Bubai in terms of martial arts, he was even more feminine and mysterious.
This is also because the two people have different personalities and have completely different temperaments.
Buzz, the sword chanted sharply, and a cold light suddenly appeared. The sound of "ding" was clear and sweet. Taoist Taiyuan understood it clearly. As the long sword in his hand shook, it violently collided with the embroidery needle in Qingyu's hand. It was pure and powerful.
The innate true power clashes in nothingness.
The two of them fought, as fast as lightning. Under the dark night, one was green and the other was purple. Two voices crisscrossed each other, and the afterimages were layered, like a dream.
(This chapter is not finished yet, please turn the page.) Like Huan, with just a few snaps of his fingers, the two of them fought countless times.
The violent metal trembling sound stopped.
"Good swordsmanship!"
"The Sunflower Book is truly worthy of its reputation!"
The two spoke at the same time and looked at each other, both of them seeing caution.
The eunuch Qingyu in front of him turned out to be an innate master.
Taiyuan Taoist has already understood.
After all, it is an imperial dynasty with a profound foundation. Although Yuanmeng is like yesterday's flower and is close to the last dynasty, there is still an innate master sitting in the court, which makes Taoist Taiyuan somewhat surprised.
Moreover, Qingyu, a eunuch with a mutilated body, was able to achieve the realm of an innate master. His talents and wisdom were immeasurable and astonishing.
"You actually know about the magical skills our family practices?"
Qingyu frowned, confused and shocked in his heart. The Sunflower Manual he cultivated was a mysterious martial arts circulated in the palace. When Qingyu was a young man, he accidentally discovered that this martial art was still very incomplete and had many essences.
It's not complete. It's all due to his genius. After decades of practice, he has slowly perfected this step of martial arts. It was named Sunflower Book a few years ago. He asked himself that in the world, only he knows this secret, but he doesn't.
Thinking of hearing the name Sunflower Book from Taiyuan Taoist people, how could he not be disturbed.
Everything happened in just a blink of an eye. Qingyu had already taken action again. His steps were erratic and his figure was like a ghost. In a trance, he turned into dozens of afterimages. There were endless chirping sounds, and sharp and sharp winds came one after another.
Every move is dangerous and unpredictable, hitting the vital point directly.
Taiyuan's eyes flashed, and Qingyu's figure was everywhere around him. The dark and deep embroidery needles were small and sharp, and could penetrate gold and stone. With a cold and cold energy, they pierced the vital points of his body.
Qingyu's attacks don't have much subtlety. His moves are simple and direct, but combined with his swift and ghostly movement speed, they have become the most terrifying killing technique in the world.
With a thought, Taiyuan Sword Intent flourished, and his mind was like that of the Supreme Being. A ruthless and indifferent aura emanated from his body, and a trace of sword light came out. Within three feet of his body, there were swords everywhere, even if it was light rain.
Fa, with lightning speed, also felt a huge pressure.
No matter how swift and strange the embroidery needle in his hand is, or how domineering and concise his innate power is, as long as he attacks within three feet of Taoist Taiyuan, he will inevitably be blocked by wisps of terrifying sword light.