A powerful punch flew from the air and hit Master Jue's Heavenly Sword directly.
Although it is just one punch, there are seven different strengths in one punch, which may be strong or fierce, or soft and soft, or soft and strong, or go out horizontally, or send it straight, or retract inward.
Some people from the Kongtong sect have already recognized this boxing technique and exclaimed, "Seven Injury Boxing!"
The power of the Seven Injury Fist was transmitted to Master Miejie's body, causing her blood to surge and causing her to retreat continuously.
Disciples Ding Minjun and Zhou Zhiruo both supported Master Miejie's back and made her stop. However, her face was also turning blue and white, obviously she had suffered serious internal injuries.
At this time, a figure appeared from behind the main altar like a gust of wind and lightning, falling between the two warring parties, punching or palming in all directions.
Whether they were members of the Ming Cult or the masters of the six major sects, they were all repelled and separated.
At this moment, the figure stood still in front of Zhang Wuji, revealing his true form.
"Senior Brother Qingshu!"
"Qingshu!"
"Song Qingshu!"
"Death-seeking Yama!"
Voices came out from the mouths of the martial arts people present.
Who else could this person be but Wu Siyuan who learned "The Great Shift of the Universe"?
Wu Siyuan threw Cheng Kun's body in his hand to the ground and stood with his hands behind his back. Coupled with his charming appearance and handsome appearance, he really looked like a fairy.
"Who am I? It turns out that I am a master disciple of the Wudang Sect! Is this move of the Wudang Sect colluding with the Mingjiao? I thought Master Sanfeng lived an upright life..." Master Miejie calmed down his injuries and recognized Wu Siyuan's identity.
He was the first to stand up and accuse on the spot.
Wu Siyuan glanced at her lightly, and then punched her with a seven-injury punch.
With one punch, seven fist shadows appear.
Master Miejie used the Yitian Sword to resist, but he was unable to control the left and right sides. He was hit on the shoulder by the punch. The seven kinds of force invaded his internal organs. A mouthful of blood spurted out on the spot. His body was even knocked backwards by the force of the Seven Injury Fist.
Yu, fell to the ground.
"Master."
"Master."
A group of female disciples from the Emei Sect immediately surrounded him.
"Did I let you speak?" Wu Siyuan said calmly, his words were full of domineering and disdain, and Master Jue was so angry that she vomited another mouthful of blood.
Everyone was shocked!
"Qingshu, what's going on with you?" At this time, the only one who dared to speak was Wu Siyuan's father, Song Yuanqiao.
He stood up and questioned Wu Siyuan with a gloomy face.
Wu Siyuan smiled slightly and said, "Father, Junior Brother Wuji asked me to keep a member of the Ming Cult, and I also feel that the existence of the Ming Cult is very effective, more effective than some so-called famous sects, so after a little thought, I
Agreed!"
When Wu Siyuan talked about the so-called famous and upright sects, his eyes swept over the Emei sect where Master Jiejie belonged.
"Okay..." Master Jiejie, who was helped up by a group of disciples, was about to have a seizure when he saw Wu Siyuan's indifferent eyes sweeping over him, and his heart trembled, remembering that this boy's reputation was first known as "throwing his life."
"Yam Luo", knowing that this guy kills without blinking an eye, he will really kill her if he says he will kill her!
She is not afraid of death, but the secret of the Emei Sect in her body has not yet been passed down, so she cannot die easily.
As soon as he thought of this, Miejie Shitai's voice suddenly stopped and he stopped making any sound.
In the eyes of others, Master Miejie is too afraid of Wu Siyuan!
"Qingshu, you did such a stupid thing... Why don't you come back soon?" Song Yuanqiao said anxiously. Even though Wu Siyuan is domineering now, he is completely out of the martial arts sect.
If today's matter is not handled well, Song Qingshu will become a demon that everyone in the martial arts community calls for beating. Moreover, the Wudang sect will also be stigmatized. How will he face his master Zhang Sanfeng!
Wu Siyuan shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, father, Mingjiao is still of great use to me. I can't let the six major sects destroy him!"
"Asshole, Qingshu, do you know what you are talking about? The Mingjiao is an evil and perverse religion that is punished by everyone in the martial arts world. How dare you say that you are of great use? How can the Mingjiao be of great use to you!" Song Yuanqiao was heartbroken.
, the energy he had cultivated for most of his life was gone at this moment.
The eyes of the other five major sects have become unkind when looking at the Wudang Sect. Even the disciples of the Wudang Sect are deep in self-doubt at this time!
The people in the Mingjiao looked at each other in confusion, not knowing what value they had in using Song Qingshu!
"I know very well! Of course the Mingjiao is of great use! I dare to ask any of the sects present, except for me, the Wudang Sect, which one dares to say that it has contributed one-tenth of the Mingjiao's contribution to the fight against the Yuan Dynasty and the expulsion of the Tartars?"
Wu Siyuan's eyes swept across the scene, and the six major sects present were silent.
The six major sects are naturally anti-Yuan, but in this aspect, no sect dares to claim to be better than the Mingjiao.
Not even the Wudang Clan with Wu Siyuan can do it!
Although these various sects don't talk about it on weekdays, they know it clearly in their hearts.
People in the Ming Cult, including the high-level officials headed by Guangming Zuo Envoy Yang Xiao, were all surprised, surprised by Wu Siyuan's understanding of their Ming Cult, and surprised by Wu Siyuan's recognition of their contribution to the Ming Cult!
"Song Daxia..." Yang Xiao opened his mouth to say, but Wu Siyuan waved his hand to stop him.
At this time, among the six major sects, a man dressed as a middle-aged scribe, with handsome features, elegant and unrestrained, holding a folding fan said, "Song Shaoxia! It is true that the Mingjiao rebelled against the Yuan Dynasty and restored China, but merit is merit and fault is fault.
However, the Mingjiao has done all kinds of bad things over the years, killing me, Bai Yuan of the Huashan sect, and other comrades, which can be said to be a loss of conscience, so what should I do?"
Wu Siyuan looked at the middle-aged scholar's confident eyes and asked calmly, "Who are you?"
The middle-aged scribe suddenly looked embarrassed. The tall old man behind him immediately stood up and said in a blunt tone, "This is the head of the Huashan Sect, Xian Yutong! Haha, the Wudang Sect's arrogance is getting bigger and bigger. Dare to love Song Qingshu, Song Shaoxia except those from the Wudang sect, no one from other sects will take him seriously!"
"Yes!" Wu Siyuan admitted directly.
At this time, the faces of the martial arts people from the five major sects present became very ugly.
When you come out to hang out, you just have to look good.
Now I'm being slapped in the face...
The tall old man had a fiery expression on his face and was about to rush over to fight Wu Siyuan to defend his honor, but was stopped by another short old man.
As the head of the Huashan Sect, Xian Yutong felt uncomfortable. He put aside his harsh words and said, "Okay, I, the Huashan Sect, have recorded today's shame, and I will definitely go to Wudang to ask for advice one day!"
"Are you worthy?" Wu Siyuan didn't recognize Xian Yutong, but he remembered his deeds.
When Wu Siyuan said this, Xian Yutong's face turned green and red.
Song Yuanqiao couldn't stand it anymore and yelled, "Qingshu, you've gone too far!"
Among those present, Song Yuanqiao and the Wudang Clan were the most embarrassed.