It was noon and the red sun was shining brightly. Although it was the depth of winter, everyone's hearts were burning because of the upcoming war.
The boundless mountains, majestic and vast, seem to blend into the horizon, and the white clouds floating overhead are within reach.
While everyone was walking, a few faint sounds of weapons clashing and shouts suddenly came from the northwest.
Jiejie said sternly: "Up!"
When everyone came closer, they heard the sound of fighting, which became increasingly fierce, and one or two death calls were heard from time to time.
As Chidao approached, everyone was shocked. In front of them was a Shura field of massacre. Hundreds of people from both sides participated in the battle. With swords and swords flashing, everyone was engaged in a fierce fight at the risk of death.
Bei Jinyi was well-informed. He took a look and introduced: "The enemies are the three banners of the Ming sect: Ruijin, Flood, and Agni Fire. Well, the Wudang sect is here, the Huashan sect has arrived, and the Kunlun sect has also arrived. Our three sects will meet
Fight against the enemy’s three flags.”
Afterwards, Zhang Wuji had never seen such a battle scene in his life, but he saw swords flying and blood and flesh splattering everywhere. The scene was too horrific to watch.
He didn't want the demon sect to win, but he also didn't want Uncle Yin Liushu and the others to win. On one side was his father's faction, and on the other side was his mother's faction. However, the two sides were fighting fiercely. Every time someone was killed, he felt a shiver in his heart and felt sad.
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Mie Mie holds the Yitian Sword and sees that the situation on the battlefield is urgent. The Wudang faction has the upper hand with the Ruijin Banner. Huashan and Flood are evenly matched, but the Huashan faction feels increasingly overwhelmed and surrounds the core with the Fierce Fire Banner and massacres.
After pondering for a while, he said: "Let's rush down in three groups and attack the Ruijin Banner together. I will lead the people to attack from the east, Min Jun will lead the people to attack from the west, Bei Jinyi will lead the people to attack from the south, and Zhiruo will be here
Protect nephew Wuji from behind, and take care of him by the way. If other enemies come, stop them."
Although everyone was curious as to why they attacked the weaker Ruijin Banner, they still obeyed the orders.
"yes!"
Master Miejie immediately waved his sword and shouted: "Amitabha, killing is to protect living beings. Killing karma is not killing people. Today we will eliminate demons and protect the way!"
After saying that, he went straight towards the Ruijin flag.
The other disciples immediately chanted: "Amitabha!" and quickly followed.
Zhiruo had already put down the bamboo basket behind her back, put Lele on her chest, flexed her fingers, and fifty silver needles appeared on her fingertips. She carefully observed the battlefield to see which senior sister needed help.
Zhang Wuji looked anxiously from behind, noticed Zhou Zhiruo's expressionless face, and asked: "Junior sister Zhiruo, why do you think everyone wants to kill so many people?
Everyone has parents, wives and children. If you kill them, their children will be lonely and bullied. And you are still monks. Shouldn't monks be compassionate and influence them?"
Zhou Zhiruo glanced at him: "The people of the Demon Sect have done many evil things, massacred their families and destroyed their clans, and there are many adulterous wives and daughters. Even the Green-winged Bat King sucked human blood. Such demons are everywhere in the Demon Sect.
For such people, my master is compassionate and sends them to see the Buddha to change their minds and convert them. Wouldn't it be just right?"
Zhang Wuji:
"Boom~" Suddenly, three teams of more than a hundred people came from behind.
As soon as Ah Zhu saw it, he was immediately panicked: "They are from the Sky Eagle Sect!"
As soon as Zhiruo heard this, she was ready to step forward and stop these people.
Although she has no experience facing more than a hundred masters, she considers herself to be pretty good at it, and it shouldn't be a big problem until her master and senior sisters come back.
Ah Zhu said: "Miss Zhou, don't worry. Although the Sky Eagle Sect is a branch of the Ming Sect, it has always been at odds with the Five Elements Banner. If you kill all the Five Elements Banners, the Sky Eagle Sect will secretly be happy. Yin Tianzheng might be able to
I can become the leader of the Ming Cult."
Only then did Zhou Zhiruo feel relieved. She had already been thinking about whether to throw Lele out at the critical moment. After all, the opponent had a large number of people. If a thunderbolt hit her, she should be fine, but Zhang Wuji would most likely be shattered into pieces, so she would be shameless.
Face Master Zhang again.
Little yellow cat:
Shit shovel, you think you can’t hear your voice, right? Just be a human being!
"Brother A Niu, let's leave quickly. It would be terrible if we fall into the hands of the Sky Eagle Sect." Ah Zhu wanted to pull Zhang Wuji away.
It turns out that she is the granddaughter of the White-browed Eagle King Yin Tianzheng. Because her father married the second mother, her mother died in depression, so she assassinated the second mother in a fit of anger.
But her father, Yin Yewang Tianying, is the leader of the Tianwei Hall. His power is second only to the leader. He has been very famous in the world for the past twenty years. People in the martial arts circle often say that his martial arts skills are so high that he is no longer as upright as his father, the White-browed Eagle King Yin Tian.
Not much.
As the leader of the hall, he was naturally not a soft-hearted person. Ah Zhu knew that if he was caught by his father, he would definitely die.
Zhang Wuji felt an indescribable closeness to the Tianying Sect in his heart. It was his mother's sect. When he missed his mother, he often thought: "I can't see my mother anymore. When can I see my grandpa and uncle?"
At this time, everyone from the Tianying Sect was nearby. They just wanted to see if grandpa and uncle were there, but they really didn't want to leave right now.
"Boom, boom~" In a moment, the cavalry team came closer.
There is a small black eagle embroidered on the left lapel of the leader's white shirt, with its wings spread out and a pair of eyes like cold lightning, radiating with energy and awe-inspiring momentum.
Behind the cavalry were more than a hundred infantrymen. They had a shield in front of them, each holding a strong bow. There were rows of sharp arrows in the arrow baskets. The arrows glowed dark blue in the sun, showing that they were poisonous.
When he saw Zhang Wuji and the other three, King Yin Ye reined in his horse and stopped suddenly, raised his hand, and the team behind them stopped and stopped instantly.
Seeing Ah Zhu again, King Yin Ye snorted coldly, obviously having recognized this beastly daughter who killed her mother. However, the situation was urgent now, and he took advantage of the Ming Cult team to be dispersed to gather the followers for a big deal.
I don't have time to argue with this beast.
"Yin Wufu, arrest these three people, the others follow me!"
"yes!"
Obviously, in his eyes, these three people did not even dare to join the battlefield, and they must be extremely weak, so sending a capable subordinate to capture them was just a sign of respect for them.
Zhou Zhiruo's eyes narrowed, and she had been fighting Lele for a long time. She had already learned the true essence of fighting: strike first!
Without hesitation, Zhiruo moved a hundred steps to the left in an instant, flicked with both hands, and shot the silver needles in her sleeves at the disciples of Tianying Sect like a rainstorm.
"咻咻咻～"
The moment King Yin Ye saw the target, he moved to the left and felt something was wrong. He shouted: "Be careful!" and then quickly retreated behind his men.
Unfortunately, after a while, more than a hundred people, including him, were unable to move and could only blink. King Yin Ye was the loudest, wore the best clothes, stood at the front, and received a few more injections, and could not even blink.
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Zhang Wuji was stunned.
Even the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle, which has been rumored for a long time in the Tang Sect, is not so powerful, right? Moreover, with more than a hundred people and such chaos, how did the hero achieve such a precise strike this week?
Ah Zhu didn't care so much. When he saw that his biological father couldn't move, he was overjoyed and rushed over.
"Hahaha, King Yin Ye, where are your usual arrogance? Aren't you going to kill me? Haha, a grown man should have three wives and four concubines! Today I will make sure that you cannot become a man!"
Ah Zhu's eyes were sharp, and he aimed at the target and was about to use his claws.
King Yin Ye tried hard to blink his eyes, but tears flowed out.
If you can't be a man, what's the point of living?
Zhang Wuji stopped him directly: "Azhu, don't mess around!"
"Am I kidding? You don't even know how cruel this man is!"
Seeing the lively noise over there, Zhou Zhiruo ignored it, but felt slightly relieved in her heart.
With one against a hundred, although it is difficult to win, his martial arts is not weak.
Humph, Lele actually lied to her, saying that she can only be ranked among the top three in the world today.
Who else!
At this time, the battle ahead was coming to an end. As soon as the disciples of the Emei Sect joined in, they were like tigers descending from the mountain. The leading edge of the Miejie Yitian Sword was unparalleled, and its sword moves were extremely fierce. Qingshuang was everywhere, invincible, and in an instant
In the meantime, more than a dozen people had their weapons cut off.
Although Miejie hates the Demon Sect, he targets Yang Xiao more. Then, the fingers of his left hand clicked together, and his feet fluttered around like clouds and flowing water. In a moment, the Five Elements Flag of the Ming Sect and more than a hundred people clicked on the acupoints.
Everyone stood upright, unable to move. Everyone onlookers saw Master Miejie showing off such a powerful skill, and they all cheered.
Miejie stood still with his hands behind his back: "There are many people of the Ming religion who do a lot of evil, but there are also many people who rebel against the Yuan Dynasty and serve the people. We, the Buddhists, don't want to do more killings, and we only kill the first evil."
If you swear not to harm the people anymore and not to fight against our six sects after you come down from the mountain, I will let you live!"
Zhu Yuanzhang, Chang Yuchun and others looked at each other and felt moved.
This old nun's martial arts skills are absolutely unparalleled in the world, and that stupid Yang Xiao actually lied to them that this old nun was far inferior to him.
Isn't this a scam?
Wu Jincao, the deputy flag bearer of the Ruijin Banner, suddenly laughed loudly: "Hahaha, my Ming Cult upholds justice for heaven, helps the world and saves the people, and is consistent in life and death. The old thief wants us to surrender. Stop thinking as soon as possible and kill us quickly.
Got it!"
Zhu Yuanzhang:???
Chang Yuchun:???
Although Mie Mie has cultivated herself over the years, the clay figurine still has a certain amount of anger. This guy actually calls her an old thief?
She is not old!
"Okay, okay, since you want to sacrifice your life for righteousness, I will help you!" Miejie said in a deep voice.
Zhu Yuanzhang's lips moved, but he didn't say a word. With so many people, if he is the first to beg for mercy, how can he be the boss in the future? This bastard old Wu wants to die and not bring everyone with him.
"Jingxu, first chop off everyone's right arm. If you are stubborn to the end, then chop off the left arm." Seeing that no one among these people had begged for mercy, Juie said loudly.
"Yes!" Jingxu, who was seven feet tall and held a sword over one meter long and one foot wide, stood up.
Zhu Yuanzhang:???
Such a big sword can cut an arm? A person can be cut in half, right? Is it too late for him to admit his mistake now?
Bei Jinyi: "Can you leave?"
Wu Jincao cursed: "Fuck you old nun!"
At this moment, not only Zhu Yuanzhang, but also other Mingjiao disciples looked at him with something wrong.
Bei Jinyi looked stern and raised his sword, which seemed to block the sunlight and cast a huge shadow over everyone.
Wu Jincao swallowed and suddenly realized that he seemed to have been poisoned and his legs were a little weak.
Zhang Wuji couldn't bear it any longer, so he stepped in front of Bei Jinyi and shouted: "Stop!"
Bei Jinyi was startled and took a step back.
Zhang Wuji said loudly: "Aren't you ashamed of being so cruel and cruel?"
Everyone was stunned when they suddenly saw a young man in ragged clothes stepping forward. When they heard the two reasonable sentences he asked Bei Jinyi, they were all baffled.
Where were you when the devils from the Demon Cult massacred the entire clan?
Bei Jinyi turned back to look at Mie Mie, but Mie Mie looked at Song Yuanqiao of the Wudang sect and said: "Song hero, is this what you Wudang mean?"
Song Yuanqiao was confused: "Master, what does this mean?"
"This kid said he is the son of your Wudang Wuxia Zhang Wuji, Zhang Wuji. Now that he has stood up and accused me, Emei, of killing innocent people indiscriminately, does it mean that your Wudang has sided with the Demon Cult?" Miejie asked in a deep voice.
Song Yuanqiao then took a closer look at Zhang Wuji. His figure and appearance were indeed very similar to those of his fifth junior brother.
"You, you are my nephew Wuji?" Yin Liting next to him shouted affectionately.
Zhang Wuji's eyes were red. He was struck by the Xuanming Divine Palm of the two elders Xuanming, and it was his uncle, uncle, and grandmaster who worked day and night to channel their internal energy to save his life.
Among all the teachers and uncles, Yin Liting had the best friendship with his father and treated him with great affection.
When he looked at the sixth uncle who had been separated for nine years, he saw that his face was full of dust and his temples were slightly gray. He thought that Ji Xiaofu's death had a great impact on his soul.
"Wuji pays homage to Grandmaster Uncle and Sixth Master Uncle." As he spoke, Zhang Wuji knelt down and kowtowed.
"Zhang Wuji?" Upon hearing this name, the expressions of the Huashan Sect and others who were still recovering from their injuries suddenly changed.
You know, the only person in the martial arts world who knows the whereabouts of the Dragon Sword may be Zhang Wuji.
The sword slays the dragon and orders the world, no one dares to disobey!
Which person in the world is not interested in commanding the world? The Supreme of the Martial Arts! Who doesn’t want to sit on that supreme throne?
However, everyone remembered Master Miejie's unpredictable skills just now, and quickly suppressed their greed.
This exterminator is not as easy to talk to as Zhang Sanfeng.
Living is more important than anything else.
"Wuji child!" Song Yuanqiao also looked excited. The seven brothers were brothers and sisters. They never imagined that the fifth junior brother had not returned for ten years and had to say goodbye as soon as he came back.
As a result, they also lost the fifth junior brother's son, but they didn't expect to find him again.
"Master uncle!"
Seeing that the Wudang people couldn't stop chatting, Jue Jue coughed: "Master Song, you Wudang have to give us an explanation."
"That's right! Are you Wudang siding with the Demon Cult, or do you want to protect them?" Kongtong Five Elders also rushed over at this time and shouted.
Regarding the Demon Sect, the Kongtong Sect has something to say. Back then, the golden-haired lion king rushed into their sect and killed everyone in the sect, not even sparing some of the younger disciples, and even snatched away their sect's secret book: Seven Injury Fist.
Song Yuanqiao frowned and looked at Zhang Wuji: "Martial nephew Wuji, you are my Wudang disciple, how come you got involved with the Ming Cult?"
Zhang Wuji said: "Uncle, these people all value life and righteousness, and generously seek death. They are really heroes and heroes. How can you say they are evil heretics?
Besides, Mingjiao kills people, and you have killed ten times more people. What is the difference between ordinary killing and good and evil?"
Song Yuanqiao was silent. Is this his nephew, slapping him in the face in public?
Can this nephew still want it? Will he be cleared by his master when he returns home?
Chu Mie stood aside and said nothing. She didn't know why, but she suddenly felt a little like having fun.
