The three masters were stunned for a moment, then looked at each other and shook their heads. It was obvious that they did not know His Highness.
Only Ling Yun, who was standing aside, looked at Zhu Youji with a slight frown on her eyebrows. For some reason, she always felt that the His Highness Yan Sanniang was talking about felt inexplicably familiar. It seemed like they had met somewhere before.
"Your Highness, Your Highness, go and save the leader and other Emei disciples?"
"The Songshan sect invaded. They have three grandmasters and many ninth-grade masters..."
After Yan Sanniang was overjoyed, she remembered Master Wugou just now and urged her quickly.
"People from the Songshan Sect?"
Zhu Youji's eyes flickered and he said, "I understand."
Zhu Youji raised his hand and waved, summoning the magic sword, jumped on the magic sword, and flew towards the main hall.
"Xianjia's methods!" Master Qiyu looked at this scene and sighed: "Flying with a sword is a method that can only be found in myths and legends. Sanniang, who is he? How can he have such a skill? "
Hearing this, everyone also looked at Yan Sanniang, waiting for her answer.
Yan Sanniang looked at Zhu Youji's retreating figure, her eyes twinkling, and explained: "He is the fourth prince of the Ming Dynasty."
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In front of the ruins of the collapsed hall, Master Wugou, the head of the Emei Sect, was wounded all over his body. His body was covered with sword wounds, blood was flowing, and his eyes were calm, looking at the three people in front of him.
"Ding Mian, Tang Ying'e, Zhao Sihai, you Songshan sect can kill me today, but you can't destroy our Emei sect, and you can't end the inheritance of our Emei sect!"
"Disciples of the Emei Sect, listen to your orders. I, Wu Gu, in the name of the fifth head of the Emei Sect, order you to flee the Emei Sect immediately and hide your identity from now on. You must not pretend to be a disciple of the Emei Sect and run away!!"
Master Wugu mobilized her true energy and spread her voice throughout the Emei Sect's courtyard.
When the disciples heard the leader's voice, their eyes instantly turned red. They knew the meaning of this order. The leader was going to lose, and the Emei Sect was going to die.
The leader would rather die alone than let their sacrifices be in vain.
"Let's go, let's go quickly, don't let the leader's sacrifice be in vain!"
"No, I want to go back and die with the leader!"
"What's the use of going back if you're only at level 6? Only by saving yourself can you avenge the leader, leave quickly!!"
"Disciples of the Emei Sect, listen to the order. The leader has ordered to evacuate the Emei Sect, and evacuate quickly..."
Several older Emei sect disciples became the backbone of the disciples. Under their shouts, hundreds of Emei sect disciples fled in all directions and fled towards the foot of the Emei sect mountain.
Ding Mian's face changed slightly, his eyes were like daggers, he stared at Master Wugu, and sneered: "Wugu, do you think they can escape? You are looking for death!"
Master Wugou supported his body with his sword and responded without any sign of weakness: "I have more than a hundred disciples of the Emei Sect. With your people scattered, how many can you kill?"
"A single spark can start a prairie fire. The disciples of our Emei Sect scattered all over the world are your Songshan Sect's eternal nightmare. Sooner or later, they will destroy the Songshan Sect!"
"I believe them."
Hearing Master Wu Kuo's words, Ding Mian looked a little ugly. He nodded, with murderous intent flashing in his eyes, and said coldly: "Wu Kuo, you forced me to do this!"
"You guys, go and kill these women for me. Don't spare any of them. Kill as many as you can!"
"yes!"
Except for Ding Mian, Tang Ying'e, and Zhao Sihai, the other Songshan Sect disciples jumped out and chased in the direction of the Emei Sect disciples.
They are all warriors who have been nourished by blood, and their cultivation levels are all eighth or ninth level. If they were replaced by ordinary small gangs, they are enough to hold important positions, or even the first level of gang leader. Faced with existences whose average cultivation level is only six or seven.
It was undoubtedly a massacre for the disciples of the Emei Sect.
The reason why the three of them did not move was not because they were afraid that they would not be able to deal with Master Wugou, but because they were worried that she would escape.
The innate grandmaster was indeed powerful, but facing three grandmasters of the same level, she would be stretched thin if she wanted to overturn the world.
However, if she desperately wants to escape, relying on the Emei Sect's background, she may not have a chance of survival.
It is still not easy to catch the Xiantian Grandmaster if he wants to escape. Moreover, the Emei Sect has a complex terrain that they are not familiar with. Master Wugou only needs to keep a distance and rely on the terrain to easily get rid of them.
Because of this, they did not immediately order the disciples of the sect to massacre the Emei sect disciples.
If Master Wu Gu knew that he could not save these disciples, he would definitely run away and look for opportunities to take revenge. The revenge of an innate master, constant assassinations and sneak attacks, this is something the Songshan Sect does not want to bear.
Therefore, they took the disciples of the Emei sect as hostages and forcibly injured Master Wugu so that she did not dare to leave and used the weapon of rat-proofing.
Master Wu Gu also discovered this. She knew very well that if she escaped, these Emei sect disciples might not be able to keep many of them, so she ordered them to escape as many as they could.
"Master Wugou, everything is over, accept death!"
"Don't worry, it won't be painful. Your vitality will help me reach the next level!"
"The Grandmaster's essence and blood are, to me, the most perfect nourishment in the world."
Ding Mian licked his lips, a greedy and bloodthirsty look appeared on his face, and he made no secret of his desire for the flesh and blood of Master Wugu.
Even Zuo Lengchan, the head of the Songshan Sect, has never swallowed the complete flesh and blood of a master!
If he can devour it, he will definitely be able to go one step further and surpass Zuo Lengchan. By then, it is hard to say who will be the master of the Songshan Sect?
Master Wugou looked at the three of them with a cold expression, and said in a cold voice: "Even if I die, I will be buried with you, so just come here and let me see what you guys who practice magic are really capable of?"
"Three divine dragons appear!"
Suddenly, Master Wugou was too moved.
The figure is like a changing dragon shadow, flickering and appearing, the figure is ethereal, and it is difficult to predict the next move.
Just like a dragon parading in the sky, it is constantly changing!
It is indeed one of the top body and light skills of the Emei Sect.
The three people also moved, their hands stained with blood, and they surrounded Master Wugou from three directions to prevent her from escaping.
The blood energy surged and combined one after another to form a strange bloody curtain, which rose out of thin air, like a huge wave, and smashed towards the central figure.
A ray of light flashed, and the sharp sword light tore through the blood-colored curtain in one breath. The shadow of the ancient Buddha appeared in an instant, and the swordsmanship of the Randen Ancient Sword showed its sharpness again!
The ancient sword technique of Ran Deng Sword is praised by the Emei Sect as an extremely difficult sword technique to practice!
The biggest difficulty is that this sword technique must be performed in conjunction with the corresponding Buddhist insights. If the Buddhist insights are not enough, the power of this sword technique will be very weak, and may not even be as powerful as ordinary sword techniques.
But if combined with profound Buddhist teachings, the power of this sword technique can even exceed that of ordinary heaven-level martial arts.
To put it simply, this swordsmanship is a martial art that selects practitioners.
"Emei Sect Lantern Ancient Sword?"
Ding Mian's expression remained unchanged. He had heard of this special Buddhist swordsmanship for a long time. According to legend, Guo Xiang, the founding founder of the Emei Sect, once had good relations with Zhang Sanfeng of Wudang, Master Jueyuan of the Shaolin Sect, and the first Wuse Zen Master of Luohan Hall. According to Buddhism
Guo Xiang drew upon some theories and created this sword technique.
It was hailed by three people as the swordsmanship that can best understand the principles of Buddhism!
The difficulty of this sword technique can be seen clearly.
"The magical power of drinking blood is earth-shaking!!"
Ding Mian, Tang Ying'e, and Zhao Sihai occupied three positions, waving their hands, and the blood on their bodies surged and connected, bursting into a huge wave of blood. A strange bloody human face condensed out of thin air, evil and depraved, as if it contained infinite
The resentment and evil thoughts are terrifying!
The bloody human face, with a ferocious face and a bloodthirsty and crazy smile, slammed into the phantom of the ancient Buddha.
"boom!"
Powerful air waves surged out, followed by explosions and tremors. Most of the surrounding ruins were swept away out of thin air, leaving them desolate and desolate. The ground was sunken, and the waves were transmitted, leaving a lasting power.
The dust dispersed, and Master Wugou was still standing, but her breath was much weaker and her face was as pale as paper.
The three of them stood on the same spot, motionless, with the bloody human face still floating in the air, and a pair of scarlet eyes still staring at Master Wugou, as if they would make a move to devour Master Wugou at any time.
"It's over, Master Wugou!"
A cold and cruel smile appeared on Ding Mian's face, he raised his hand and with a bloody face, full of blood, he rushed towards Master Wu Guo.
Master Wugou saw the bloody faces getting closer and closer, her expression was calm, and she sighed softly: "Hey! When people are destined to die, time is also destined..."
"At the end of time?"
"Not necessarily!"
As a chuckle rang out, a man in white clothes fell out of thin air. With just a wave of his hand, the bloody human face that was like a nightmare to Master Wugou was wiped away like wind and sand.
"Haha! The gadgets given to you by the Blood Demon Sect are all defective products after all..."