Zhang Wuji's two meridians, Rendu and Du, were open, and his internal energy was growing continuously. After only a few breaths passed, his face returned to normal, "Master, please use the second sword!"
Master Miejie snorted coldly and said nothing. He held up the sword technique with his left hand and pointed the Tiantian Sword diagonally at the ground with his right hand. He walked towards Zhang Wuji step by step.
Zhang Wuji's expression also became solemn, and he could feel that as Master Miejie got closer and closer, an extremely powerful sword force was slowly pressing towards him.
Yin Tianzheng took a long sword from a disciple of Yiming Cult and wanted to hand it to Zhang Wuji, but Zhang Wuji shook his head. He knew that unless he had a magic weapon in his hand, ordinary long swords would not be reliable.
Suddenly, when he was still two feet away from Zhang Wuji, Master Miejie suddenly increased his speed. In an instant, his speed reached the extreme.
Zhang Wuji felt a chill coming from the back of his vest. At this time, he had no time to think about any moves. He made a move with his hands and wrists, and then closed them in front of his chest. Immediately, an extremely strong internal force filled his whole body. Under the reflection of the sun, his whole body
It emits a faint golden-red light, so gorgeous.
In the blink of an eye, Master Miejie arrived in front of Zhang Wuji, took a strange step with his right foot, flipped his whole body backwards, spun around in the air, and slashed down with the Yitian Sword in his hand.
A look of surprise flashed across Murong Fu's face. Others may not be able to see the mystery of this sword, but he knew that this sword completely transformed speed into power, almost increasing his strength by 30% out of thin air.
Although most martial arts principles are inseparable from the physics and mechanics of later generations, it is still quite rare to use them in such pure techniques.
In the midst of lightning and flint, Zhang Wuji took a step to the left with his left foot and raised his hands to the upper right, hesitating the energy in his palms.
However, Yitian Sword has the effect of destroying energy, but after a slight pause, it passed through his palm like cutting tofu, treating Jiuyang's true energy as if it were nothing.
Zhang Wuji's face turned pale slightly, his feet did not move, and his body hurriedly bowed back, forming a fold, and his lower abdomen could barely avoid the tip of the Yitian Sword.
But the next moment, with a "poof" sound, Zhang Wuji's body was thrown out like a kite with its string broken, and fell two feet away.
"Little brother!" Yin Tianzheng was startled and ran over in a hurry.
Master Miejie had no expression on her face and said coldly: "The poor nun has already given you a chance, but you don't know how to cherish it."
Song Yuanqiao hesitated for a moment, then stepped out with a worried look on his face. If this young man really was Wuji, he would really regret it for the rest of his life.
As for Zhou Zhiruo, she frowned, then sighed slightly and said nothing.
The disciples of the Emei Sect were overjoyed when they saw their leader's victory. None of them noticed the change in Zhou Zhiruo's expression. Except for Yuan Ziyi, who had been paying close attention to Zhou Zhiruo, she said with a playful look on her face: "Why, you still
Do you have a lover?"
Zhou Zhiruo glanced at Yuan Ziyi lightly, but said nothing.
But Yuan Ziyi hated her expression of tranquility, as if nothing could move her. He moved in his heart and said again: "Oh, if your fiancé knows that you have another man in your heart, your expression
It must be very exciting, I’m very curious.”
A trace of anger flashed across Zhou Zhiruo's face, and then she regained her composure, "I'm also curious, why is Senior Sister so concerned about Brother Murong's affairs?"
"You...what are you talking nonsense about? Do you think I will fall in love with that big pervert like you?"
Zhou Zhiruo couldn't see Yuan Ziyi's face, but from her angry words, she could still tell that the relationship between this senior sister and Brother Murong was not simple, especially the phrase "big pervert", which touched her heartstrings.
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"Did Brother Murong do something outrageous to Senior Sister?" Zhou Zhiruo thought in her heart, with a slight smile on her face, "I didn't say that Senior Sister fell in love with Brother Murong, you said it yourself."
Yuan Ziyi's face suddenly froze, and his eyes kept turning, but after thinking for a long time, he couldn't figure out how to round up those words, so he had to stamp his feet, turn his head to the other side, and try not to see anything.
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"Wuji! You are really Wuji!" At this time, Song Yuanqiao's excited voice came from the venue, "Second brother, come here quickly, he is really Wuji!"
Everyone from the other sects felt baffled, even Master Miejie was stunned on the spot.
Yu Lianzhou, Mo Shenggu and others hurriedly rushed out of the crowd and came to Zhang Wuji. Mo Shenggu slapped Zhang Wuji hard on the shoulder, "Good boy, it's really you, haha. You've grown so big. I almost didn't recognize Uncle Qi."
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"Uncle Qi...ahem...be gentle."
However, Zhang Wuji coughed up two mouthfuls of blood after being slapped. However, he saw that Zhang Wuji's face was pale and bloodless at this time. There was a big hole in his clothes on his lower abdomen, an inch deep and a finger long wound. The uncle was bleeding. It turned out that just now
Although he barely dodged the sword, he still got a wound from the sword energy.
Yu Lianzhou glared at Mo Shenggu, "You are so frizzy, how can you be so decent? Didn't you see that Wuji was injured?"
Mo Shenggu smiled and hurriedly took out a small medicine bottle, "Wuji, this is Wudang's secret medicine for sores. Apply it quickly."
Next to him, Yin Tianzheng had just come back to his senses from the great joy. When he looked at Zhang Wuji, his eyes became extremely distressed, "Yes, yes, yes, I am really stupid. This is the secret medicine of the Tianying Sect. It is very effective for sword wounds."
Effect."
Yin Tianzheng and Mo Shenggu took out the golden sore medicine at the same time. A flash of embarrassment flashed in Zhang Wuji's eyes. He knew that Wudang and the Tianying Sect were at odds with each other. If he took the medicine rashly, he was afraid that it would make the people on the other side sad. He felt helpless in his heart.
Said: "Grandpa, Uncle Qi, I don't have the strength now, please help me apply it!"
Mo Shenggu and Yin Tianzheng looked at each other, and Yin Tianzheng smiled heartily, "Our medicines are all top-grade golden sore medicines. If used together, the effect may be better!"
"Yes, yes, use them together!" Mo Shenggu naturally had no objection. After all, knowing that Zhang Wuji is still alive is the greatest joy. Those old grudges have been temporarily forgotten.
After applying the golden sore medicine, Zhang Wuji hurriedly sat up cross-legged and performed the Nine Yang Magic Skill to heal the wound.
Yin Tianzheng looked at Zhang Wuji lovingly, and sighed with a complex expression, "I am so useless that I asked my grandson to block the sword. Even if I risk my life today, I can't let anything happen to Wuji!"
"Senior Yin, Wuji obviously came forward to save you. If you think about Wuji, why not go down the mountain now!" Song Yuanqiao advised him in time.
Yin Tianzheng didn't know this truth. If he was asked to abandon Mingjiao, he would never be able to do it. However, if his grandson died from exhaustion, he would not be able to see Su Su again after his death, so he was caught in a dilemma.
People from various sects around him gradually realized that this was actually the son of Zhang Cuishan and his wife ten years ago. For a moment, everyone had different expressions.
Some eyes were filled with fire, obviously thinking of the whereabouts of the dragon-slaying knife, while others were ruthless, thinking about how to eradicate the roots. After all, Zhang Wuji's martial arts was so good at such a young age. If he came to seek revenge one day, he would be annihilating the family.
disaster.
"It turns out it's you!" Master Miejie looked very shocked, and then her mind became active again. After all, among everyone present, probably no one wanted to get the dragon-slaying knife more than she did.
At this time, Murong Fu, Ting Feng quietly returned to Murong Fu's back. He also brought a chair from nowhere and said with a smile: "Master, please sit down!"
Murong Fu was stunned for a moment, and with a "pop" sound, he picked up Tingfeng's little face and kissed him, "Tingfeng is the most considerate!"
Then he sat down on the chair in a daze.
Tingfeng suddenly turned red and glanced around hurriedly. When he saw the teasing smiles on the faces of Lianxing and others, he couldn't help but stamp his feet and hurriedly lowered his head.
"Tingfeng, how did the thing I asked you to do go?" Murong Fu asked.
Tingfeng calmed down before speaking: "Sir, we have found Zhao Min's location. It is on a mountain peak about ten miles away from Guangming Peak. There are many soldiers and horses ambushed around."
After a pause, Tingfeng said with a mysterious face: "Sir, I also discovered something interesting."
Murong Fu's expression changed, "What's the matter?"
Tingfeng's little mouth raised slightly, "Young master, don't you claim to know five hundred years before and five hundred years behind? Guess what!"
"Speak quickly, otherwise the family will take care of you!" Murong Fu was already very anxious, and he had no intention of playing games with her.
When Tingfeng heard the word "family law", he couldn't help but trembled slightly, and said hurriedly: "Sir, there are many Mingjiao disciples ambushing around Guangmingding. The number is not lower than that of the six major sects, especially since there is a ten-meter disciple in the main hall.
If he hadn’t hidden the terrifying aura unintentionally, I wouldn’t have been able to detect it, so I pretended to be a maid, moved a chair and came out!”
Murong Fu was slightly startled. There was an ambush by the Ming Cult disciples. He was somewhat surprised. After all, it was too easy to attack the mountain today. The disciples guarding the mountain would not fight to the death, which was inconsistent with the Ming Cult's style of conduct. However, the master Ting Feng mentioned was completely
It was beyond his expectation.
"What are the characteristics of a master?" Murong Fu asked.
Tingfeng shook his head, a trace of fear flashed across his fair face, "I didn't see his appearance, I just felt that his aura was almost inferior to that of Young Master. Fortunately, I saw the opportunity early and pretended not to know, otherwise it would be very possible
Will be left behind by him."
Murong Fu raised his eyebrows. There were only a few masters in the Ming Cult. If there were masters in the dark, it was most likely Fan Yao. However, Fan Yao's martial arts was not as terrifying as Ting Feng described. Who was it?
Murong Fu was frowning in thought, while Zhang Wuji had already opened his eyes. Although his face was still pale, his energy was obviously much better than before. The healing effect of Nine Yang Magic was evident.
"Wuji's internal strength is so extraordinary. After such a short period of time, his energy levels are up!" Song Yuanqiao clicked his tongue and said in wonder.
Yu Lianzhou looked puzzled, "It seems to have some shadow of Wudang Nine Yang Gong!"
Zhang Wuji smiled honestly, "Wuji was able to recover so quickly, thanks to the golden sore medicine given by his grandfather and uncle Qi. However, Wuji had a three-sword contract with Master Jue. At this time, two swords were struck, and Rong Wuji received another one.