The move of extinction is not endless, but after all, there are five elders of Kongtong taking action, and there is no rule that the two of them must fight alone. The key at this moment is Zhou Zhiruo, who is stunned in the field.
"Why are you still in a daze? Hurry up and draw your sword. Are you trying to bully your master and destroy your ancestors? Why don't you draw your sword for me!"
Seeing the hesitant Zhou Zhiruo, Jue Jue scolded her harshly. She knew that Kong Wen was still defeated by Zeng A Niu, but Jue Jue was even worse. It was extremely difficult for her to forcefully hold off her opponent.
Although everyone in the Ming Cult wanted to rescue him, the distance was too far after all. Taking action rashly at this moment would most likely irritate the hesitant Zhou Zhiruo, which would be really bad.
With the master's constant urging and Zeng Aniu's calm eyes on the other, Zhou Zhiruo, who was at a loss for words, actually shed tears in his eyes. His delicate and pretty face looked so helpless and at a loss at this moment.
At this moment, anyone can see that Zhou Zhiruo and Zeng Aniu are acquaintances, and it is more likely that the relationship between the two parties is extremely complicated.
There was sweat on Jue's face, and he said in a deep voice: "Zhiruo, quickly use your sword to kill this person. As soon as he dies, we can destroy this demon sect and rid the world of evil! You have taught me so many years as a teacher.
Have you forgotten? Don’t let the affection between children affect you. You are my disciple, and it’s up to you to make Emei a brighter place in the future. This has been my teacher’s long-cherished wish for many years, have you forgotten it?”
Zhou Zhiruo, with tears in her eyes, looked at Miejie blankly, shook her head and said: "Master, this disciple has not forgotten, it's just——"
"Just what? You are a disciple of Emei. Even if you take over Emei in the future, you cannot touch love. You must cut off your hair and become a monk before you can take over the position of head. Have you forgotten it?"
Zhou Zhiruo has followed Miu Miu since he was a child, and the influence he has suffered has been too profound. The majesty has long been deeply rooted in his heart. At this moment, under Miu Miu's loud reprimand, he finally compromised. The Yitian Sword was unsheathed, with a sad look in his eyes.
Crying: "I'm sorry!"
The Yitian Sword penetrated Zeng Aniu's back, and the sword tip came out directly from the front chest, and blood spurted out along the sword tip.
"ah!"
A painful cry came out of Zeng A'niu's mouth, and the whole body's true energy was rolling. Under the golden light, it directly knocked Miejie and Zhou Zhiruo away. Miejie was the first to bear the brunt, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. After all, Zeng Aniu was so angry that
, how can ordinary people be able to show their sharpness.
"Wow!"
A large pool of blood spat out. Zeng Aniu sat cross-legged, his face even more pale and drained of blood. His clear eyes were fixed on Zhou Zhiruo who had fallen to the ground, without the slightest trace of blame or grudge.
His eyes were as gentle as water, as if he was blaming himself for hurting her by using too much force just now.
Zhou Zhiruo was sitting on the ground. Her clothes were no longer as neat as they were before. A pool of blood was spattered on her body. The blood belonged to Zeng Aniu. Her sad look made her feel the urge to hold her in her arms for protection.
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With the support of his disciples, Miejie walked over and said in a loud voice: "I, Emei, have given up in this battle. The only ones left are the Wudang family and Song Daxia. Whether you can destroy the demon sect or not, the success or failure depends on you!"
Song Yuanqiao remained silent, walked slowly to Zeng Aniu, and said softly: "Young man, I see that you attach great importance to love and justice, and have made such a big sacrifice for Mingjiao, but you have already tried your best, so you should hurry down the mountain.
Go, if the injury is serious, I can help you heal it. The Ming Cult is an evil heretic, and for the sake of the world, it is better to eradicate it!"
Zeng Aniu opened his eyes weakly, shook his head and said: "As long as I don't die, no one from Mingjiao will die. This is my guarantee to one person, how can I destroy my oath!"
Song Yuanqiao nodded and said: "Okay, you are such a person who values love and justice. In this case, you should recover from your injuries as soon as possible. I, Wudang, will not do anything to take advantage of others!"
Zeng Aniu shook his head and said: "It doesn't matter, Wudang also asks for a master, I can handle it!"
What an arrogant man, Song Yuanqiao secretly praised, then turned back to the Wudang camp and raised his voice: "Qingshu, go and ask for advice. If you are seriously injured, you are no match for him. We Wudang will also leave Guangmingding!"
Miejie said anxiously: "Master Song, take action yourself. If we take down this kid, we can immediately destroy the demon sect and eliminate harm for the world. Why let a disciple with shallow martial arts take action? Could it be that Master Song really intends to let the demon sect go?"
, must be thinking about the relationship between Zhang Wuxia and the demon sect witch!"
Song Yuanqiao said coldly: "Master, just take care of your own Emei sect. I don't need to trouble you to tell me the right and wrong of Wudang! I am a well-known and decent sect in Wudang. How can I make a sneak attack and take advantage of others' danger!"
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Mie Mie suddenly felt that her face was dull. Song Yuanqiao's words undoubtedly gave her a loud slap in the face. Although they were talking about herself, they were alluding to Emei's fault.
Angrily, Mie Mie immediately stopped saying anything and looked coldly at Zeng Aniu who was sitting cross-legged, wishing he could eat this man alive.
When Zhou Zhiruo saw that Zeng Aniu was only seriously injured, she looked at him with an apologetic expression, and her eyebrows were even more melancholy, with a deep sense of sorrow.
Song Qingshu received his father's instruction and drew his sword with a joyful expression on his face. He was quite handsome at first, but now for some reason, there was a hint of murderous intent in his eyes. That gloomy feeling was quite uncomfortable.
The long sword came out of its sheath. Without saying a word, he straightened the sword and struck with haste. As soon as it was released, it was a killing move, piercing Zeng Aniu's neck, as if he had some deep hatred.
Just when everyone in the Ming Cult was worried, Zeng Aniu's right hand popped out and hit the sword several times. Song Qingshu's sword was so fierce that it was difficult to maintain it. He hurriedly pulled away and flew back to resolve the strong force, which was even more dignified.
Looking at the opponent, it is hard to imagine that the opponent still has the strength to fight back despite such heavy losses.
Facts have proved that there is a huge difference in strength between him and Zeng Aniu. Even though his opponent has been severely injured, he still cannot take advantage of him at all. However, he was almost hit in the key point of life several times, which made him break out in a cold sweat.
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This battle was simply a farce, and it also showed that Song Yuanqiao did not mean to be an enemy of the Demon Cult. After dozens of moves, he shouted: "Qingshu, come back!"
Hearing this, Song Qingshu did not dare to disobey his father's orders. As soon as his sword was withdrawn, the two Ti Zong returned to the Wudang camp.
Song Yuanqiao said slowly: "Wudang disciples, listen to the order and come down from the mountain immediately. Don't use your sword again!"
"Amitabha!" Kong Wen said in a deep voice: "This has already ended like this. Disciples of all sects should go back and don't commit any more murderous crimes! Yang Zuoshi, I also hope that in the future, you will control your disciples. If there is another killing and cruelty in the world,
, I, Shaolin, will definitely visit your sect again!"
After saying that, the disciples left one after another under the leadership of each one. Many players secretly complained that they were unhappy, but they had already made enough money this time, and they also witnessed a battle between super masters, which was already a fruitful harvest.
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"Elder brother, we can't just let these people of the demon sect go. Qingshu's actions don't count. He can only be regarded as my third-generation disciple of Wudang. I have to take action myself!"
Just when everyone was about to leave, Yin Liting shouted loudly, his eyes filled with murderous intent, as if the demon sect had an sworn hatred for him.
Song Yuanqiao frowned and said: "Sixth brother, let's go back. All six sects have been defeated by Zeng Xiaoyou. We don't have to worry about it anymore!"
Yin Liting shook his head and said: "You can go back, I'll stay and I'll kill these evil heretics!"
After saying this, before Song Yuanqiao could react, the long sword was already unsheathed and he charged towards the Mingjiao people on the stone steps.
Zeng Aniu's body swayed, and he moved sideways, blocking directly in front of Yin Liting. He shook his head and said: "If you want to kill the Mingjiao people, you have to step over my corpse!" After saying that, a pool of blood came out of his mouth. The injury was already serious.
He is not light-hearted, and he has repeatedly used his true energy rashly. Even if he has high strength, he cannot bear it.
Yin Liting's face was gloomy and he said coldly: "I can finally see that you are a member of the Demon Cult. No wonder you protect them so much. Since you want to die, I will kill you first and then kill these demons!"
Everyone was shocked and didn't understand why Yin Liting had to fight to the death with Mingjiao, so they immediately stopped to watch.
Song Yuanqiao hurriedly exclaimed: "Sixth brother, no!"
Unfortunately, it was too late. Yin Liting's long sword was unsheathed and stabbed directly into Zeng Aniu's heart, which was exactly where Zhou Zhiruo's sword struck just now.
Miejie's face was filled with surprise. If Yin Liting killed Zeng Aniu at this moment, she could convince everyone to destroy the demon sect.
"Uncle Yin Liu, do you really want to kill me?"
Just when Yin Liting's sword was less than a few inches away from Zeng Aniu's chest, the latter yelled, his eyes filled with tears, and he stared at Yin Liting closely.
The white sword came to an abrupt stop. Not only Yin Liting, but also the rest of Wudang looked at the young man in front of them in astonishment.
Yin Liting said in confusion: "What did you just call me? Who are you?"
Zeng Aniu's eyes were filled with tears and he shouted: "Uncle Liu, I am Wuji, I am Zhang Wuji!"
At this moment, not only Song Yuanqiao and others were dumbfounded, but even the people in the Ming Cult turned to the White-browed Eagle King Yin Tianzheng. The latter also had a blank look on his face, shook his head and said blankly: "I only know that I have a grandson named Wuji, but I
I’ve never seen him at all, and there’s been no news about him since Su Su’s death!”
Ye Cheng slowly retracted his palm, his whole body was extremely weak, but finally, with his true energy, all the cold energy in Yang Xiao's body was resolved. The latter's spirit also improved a lot, and his strength was restored to some extent.
After watching a big show from beginning to end, it suddenly became a family recognition meeting. Ye Cheng smiled and shook his head with the god beside him.
Regardless of his injuries, Yin Tianzheng stood up in a hurry, walked to Zeng Aniu and asked, "Is your father Zhang Cuishan and your mother Yin Susu?"
Zeng Aniu turned around and cried, "My unfilial grandson Zhang Wuji failed to recognize my grandpa before. Please forgive me!"
Yin Tianzheng was filled with surprises. He knelt down, stroked Zhang Wuji's face, and said in disbelief: "You are really my grandson Wuji, and you are really Susu's son? Do you know how I have been looking for you all these years? Ye Ye
King, come quickly, this is your nephew Wuji, is all this true? I can finally see my grandson Wuji in my lifetime, and my soul in heaven should be happy!"
Song Yuanqiao and others also hurried over and looked at the person in front of them in disbelief. This was actually the son of his fifth brother Zhang Cuishan.
