This place was originally a rarely visited place, but today, there are already many uninvited guests.
"Where is the person? Send the signal quickly!"
Several disciples of the Demon Cult, dressed in the Ming Cult's Ruijin Banner costumes, looked at the two figures of a man and a woman in the jungle, shouted in a hurry, and scattered in all directions.
Song Qingshu frowned and stepped forward with his sword. In the blink of an eye, these demon sect disciples fell to the ground one after another, but it was too late.
Only a sharp roar was heard, and a firework lit up in the sky, which was particularly eye-catching in the night sky.
Looking at the fireworks, Song Qingshu cursed with an ugly face: "These devil bastards are really haunting!"
The woman beside him has a slender figure, a green skirt that touches the floor, a beautiful face, and an elegant temperament. She is none other than Zhou Zhiruo.
It's just that this emei sect master's face is pale at the moment, his breath is weak, and he is clearly feeling unwell. Not only is she like this, but Song Qingshu's left sleeve is covered with blood stains, and he is also injured.
"Brother Song, let's leave quickly. We'll be late when the masters of the Demon Cult arrive and start fighting. I'm afraid it won't be easy for you and me to escape," Zhou Zhiruo said with an anxious expression.
The two of them were unlucky. They originally planned to go out with Mo Li to search for famous medical elixirs. They thought that there were many hermits on Zhongnan Mountain and they would be able to gain something. Unexpectedly, they met several banner leaders of the Demon Sect on the way.
Emei and the Demon Sect have a deadly feud, and the Wudang Sect and the Demon Sect are even more determined to fight to the death. Many masters have died under Mo Li's sword. How can they give up when they meet Song Qingshu and others?
Fortunately, this pair of men and women are quite good at martial arts. Song Qingshu took the opportunity to take Zhou Zhiruo into the depths of Zhongnan Mountain at the cost of being slapped by Zhuang Zheng. Wudang Qinggong Ladder is famous all over the world, and Emei Qinggong cannot be underestimated.
The two of them were able to temporarily escape from the pursuers by taking advantage of the terrain cover.
However, the people in the Demon Cult did not give up. Instead, they asked a large number of disciples to search the mountains to find the whereabouts of the two of them. This was not the first wave of Demon Cult disciples they had encountered, but they had killed them all unexpectedly in the previous waves. This was the first wave of Demon Cult disciples they had encountered.
A group of people who send out signals.
Seeing the panicked look of the beauty in front of him, Song Qingshu couldn't help but feel a little pain in his heart. He never expected that he just came out to look for medicine, but in the end he and she fell into danger together.
"Junior sister Zhiruo, I have already set off the fireworks. If anyone in the division sees the message, they will definitely come back to save you and me."
He said seriously: "And don't worry, Song will never let you suffer any more harm before he dies."
"Brother Song..."
There was something strangely touched in Zhou Zhiruo's beautiful eyes, especially when she saw the blood stains on the other person's left sleeve, her heart felt remorseful and sad at the same time.
With the other party's martial arts, even if she encountered a group of masters from the Demon Cult, she could still escape in the chaos. However, in order to save her, she was hit in the left hand by a palm and suffered serious internal injuries.
In the past few days of running for her life, the other party had saved her from danger several times. Never before had a member of the opposite sex been so kind to her.
"You two wild mandarin ducks, how dare you flirt with me now? Do you really think that my Mingjiao disciples can be killed in vain?"
A thick, cold voice suddenly sounded from the forest. Song Qingshu and Zhou Zhiruo were startled. They looked up and saw a short, fat man carrying a mace walking out of the woods not far away.
The man was dressed in a white robe with flame patterns embroidered on it. He was filled with murderous aura. As soon as he appeared, the temperature in the forest seemed to drop. It was Zhuang Zheng, the leader of the Mingjiao Ruijin Banner!
"No, let's go!"
Song Qingshu's expression changed drastically. He pulled Zhou Zhiruo aside and was about to leave. However, at this moment, a sinister laughter sounded from the direction they were about to escape, saying:
"Where do you want to go?"
As he finished speaking, a bald monk appeared in that direction.
The monk has a strong build, a smile on his face, and is dressed in white robes. He looks very friendly, but the cold murderous look in his eyebrows makes people shudder. He is actually Peng Yingyu among the Wusan people.
He said: "I have been playing hide and seek with you in this forest for four or five days. Hehe, I finally caught you today. Come out!"
I heard him clap his hands, and masters from the Mingjiao Wusan and the Five Elements Banner appeared in the other directions to block the retreat.
Looking at the Mingjiao masters who had emerged, Zhou Zhiruo and Song Qingshu's hearts had already hit rock bottom.
The two of them were already injured, and they were surrounded by people in this deep mountain and old forest. They really had no way to go to heaven and no way to go to earth.
Is today the day of my death?
Song Qingshu felt a wave of unwillingness in his heart. Although he was not as good as Mo Li, who could conquer the world with a sword in his hand, he was still the most outstanding young master of his generation in the world. It could be said that he had a great future and a bright future.
However, now, he is facing a certain death situation, and the beauty is also implicated.
The corner of his mouth was full of bitterness, and the look he looked at Zhou Zhiruo was full of guilt. If he hadn't agreed to go to the mountain to find medicine together, he would not have suffered like this.
We must not let her die!
For no reason, this idea appeared in Song Qingshu's mind. He clenched the long sword in his hand, looked at the Mingjiao masters, and said coldly: "You are all masters who have been famous in the world for many years. How can you be considered a hero if you swarm up with Song Qingshu?"
Someone fights alone?!"
All the Mingjiao masters present could not help but be slightly surprised when they heard this. What is this kid thinking? It's not a duel, but a solo fight?!
Peng Yingyu smiled coldly and said disdainfully: "Do you think you are Mo Li, or that our Mingjiao is a gang of beggars, and you want to pick on our brothers with a sword?"
Hearing this, everyone recalled the past when Li Qiye made his debut and defeated the five masters of the Beggar Clan with a sword, and they all showed sneers on their faces.
Not to mention that their martial arts are much better than those of the masters of the Beggar Clan, but the Song Qingshu in front of him, although he is sought after by people in the world and is known as the Jade-faced Swordsman, is one of the best among the younger generation, but compared to that swordsman.
God is inseparable, and the difference is more than just a matter of principle.
Song Qingshu did not get angry because of the ridicule and disdain of the masters of Mingjiao. He said calmly: "Don't you guys dare? If any of you can win half of Song's moves today, there is no need for you to take action. Song will kill himself on the spot.
If Song is lucky enough to win against anyone here, he won’t ask for anything else. He just hopes that you will spare this Miss Zhou’s life, how about that?”
"Brother Song, you..."
Zhou Zhiruo looked at Song Qingshu with a complicated face, and there was an unspeakable meaning in her beautiful eyes.
"Zhiruo, I told you that before Song dies, I will never let you suffer any harm." Song Qingshu said in a gentle tone.
Zhou Zhiruo pursed her lips vigorously, seemingly hesitant, seemingly entangled, but finally made up her mind, saying in a soft but extremely firm voice: "I don't want you to die, let's live together!"
"Zhiruo..."
Song Qingshu's heart suddenly felt sweet. At this moment, he still didn't understand the meaning of the other party's words.
But the more this happens, the less he can let the other party die here!
As soon as he thought this, he no longer hesitated, stepped out with his sword, and said loudly: "What, is it possible that the people of the Ming Cult are all cowardly people, and are they even afraid of an injured person in Song Dynasty?"
Zhuang Zheng snorted coldly and said: "Good boy, you are quite a man, so I will personally give you a ride so that you can give up this idea!"
He picked up the mace, jumped on the spot, and landed on the field so hard that the ground shook!
Ruijin Banner is the leader of the Five Elements Banners of Mingjiao. As the banner leader, his martial arts skills can be imagined. He is the most advanced leader of the Five Elements Banners. Not only his internal strength has reached the first-class level, but he is also born with divine power, which can be seen from the Dharma King.
From now on, except for Leng Qian, everyone respects him. If not, with the martial arts of Wudang Sect that is good at leveraging force, how could Song Qingshu be injured in his left arm by a palm?
Zhuang Zheng waved the mace diagonally in his hand, and stared at Song Qingshu with a pair of tiger eyes with an intimidating aura. He said: "I think you are a junior, so I want you to draw the sword first!"
mean!
Zhou Zhiruo cursed in her heart, but couldn't help but look at Song Qingshu worriedly. She didn't care about Zhuang Zheng's good intentions. However, Wudang sect's martial arts are best at stopping with silence, striking later, and striking first. This is a good thing for others, but for Wudang
Sending disciples may not be a good thing!
Song Qingshu's face was cold and indifferent. He slowly raised the sword in his hand, very slowly. However, in the process, wisps of sharp Qi burst out from his sword and swept the entire audience.
He actually suppressed Zhuang Zheng's momentum by a few points, which made all the experts present feel a chill in their hearts!
He is determined to die!
Monk Peng and other Mingjiao masters were secretly surprised by the strength of Song Qingshu's sword energy. However, at the critical moment when the two of them were about to take action, they suddenly heard someone say in the darkness: "Zhuang Banner Master, wait a minute, let me kill him personally."
A sudden voice interrupted the tense situation in the field.
Song Qingshu's heart became even heavier. Could it be that there are masters from the Demon Cult here?
He and everyone present looked in the direction of the sound, only to see a figure wearing a Mingjiao white robe slowly walking out.
This is a middle-aged man who looks to be in his forties. He is holding a folding fan and has a casual expression. However, his eyes are like cold electricity, so sharp and intimidating that it is difficult to look directly at him!
"See the Young Master!"
When they saw the person coming, all the Mingjiao masters present bowed their hands in salute, with respectful expressions and humble looks, clearly showing the distinguished status of the person coming.
Young leader!
Song Qingshu stared at that handsome and calm face, looking at the pair of sharp eagle-like eyes, and felt that his heart was getting colder and colder, and his mouth was full of dryness. He said in a hoarse voice:
"King Yin Ye!"
"Hahaha, I didn't expect that Young Master Song also knew about me. I am extremely honored, extremely honored."
King Yin Ye laughed loudly, unfolded his folding fan, fanned twice, and tapped his toes on the ground. Then he rose into the sky like a big bird, and in an instant, he was in front of Song Qingshu.
He looked at Song Qingshu and Zhou Zhiruo and said with a smile: "Young Master Song, don't be nervous. Yin is also a compassionate person. The Emei sect's exterminator old nun killed so many disciples of my holy religion. Yin will definitely take good care of this person later."
The 'repay' comes back from Miss Zhou, and..."
He paused for a moment, with a cold look in his eyes, and said: "There is also the noble sect Mo Shaoxia, who has killed the masters of our sect again and again. Today Yin must seek some justice."
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In the first half of the sentence, his tone was a bit joking, as if he intended to anger Song Qingshu, but in the second half of the sentence, his tone was filled with bone-chilling murderous intent, making people shudder!
King Yin Ye, the legitimate son of Yin Tianzheng, is just over 40 years old, but he has already become the true successor of Yin Tianzheng. In the past three years, more than one first-class master has died at his hands, and he once faced three of the five elders of Kongtong alone.
They joined forces and resisted the Seven Injury Fists with their eagle claw hands, repelling the three masters of the Kongtong Sect. His reputation spread throughout the country, and he was the person with the highest martial arts skills in the Demon Sect since Yin Tianzheng and the Sword King in White!
If not, how could the Five Elements Banner Master and the Five Sanren, who are arrogant and unruly people, treat him with respect?!
Thinking of the various achievements of King Yin Ye that were circulated in the world, Song Qingshu and Zhou Zhiruo both felt a sense of oppression rushing towards them, almost suffocating them!
"Draw out your sword."
King Yin Ye said coldly: "This is your only chance to fight me. Regardless of victory or defeat, Zhuang Zheng and the others will take action later. Today, you two must be left here!"
We still need to besiege...
Song Qingshu was extremely desperate. It was very difficult to deal with a single Yin Ye King, and he had to face so many first-rate masters. This Yin Ye King was determined to keep them here!
"Aren't you afraid that Senior Brother Mo will seek revenge on you and kill you at Guangmingding?!" Zhou Zhiruo suddenly shouted loudly.
The three words "Senior Brother Mo" seemed to have some kind of magic power. All the demon sect masters present could not help but stiffen their faces, their aura dropped, and there was a hint of fear in their eyes.
King Yin Ye snorted coldly and said: "If Young Master Mo can move, we will naturally not dare to infringe on you two, but... humph..."
He said disdainfully: "As far as Yin knows, this martial arts swordsman can only lie in bed, close his eyes and wait for death. He is such a waste. He can't even save himself, but he still wants to save others?!"
The fact that Mo Li was injured and on the verge of death was well known to everyone, especially the fact that the Seven Heroes of Wudang were running around looking for a good doctor, as anxious as ants on a hot pot, which confirmed the authenticity of this matter.
Thinking of the scene where the sword god fainted on the mountain, and thinking of the eagerness of everyone in Wudang, all the masters of the Ming Cult breathed a sigh of relief, and then charged towards Song Qingshu full of evil aura.
Seeing that Mo Li's name could not intimidate them, Zhou Zhiruo sighed helplessly. She clenched the sword with her bare hands and gritted her teeth and said: "Senior Brother Song, let's fight them!"
"Zhiruo..."
A trace of tenderness emerged in Song Qingshu's heart for no reason. There was nothing to regret about being buried here with her.
However, I want her to live even more!
His eyes became more resolute, and his whole body was full of sword energy. Under the pressure of those masters, he was still very sharp and cold!
However, just when the tense atmosphere was about to break and a battle was about to break out, a clear laughter slowly spread from a distance, echoing in the forest and lingering for a long time.
"Hahahaha, I didn't expect that I haven't seen you for three years. Not only have you made great progress in martial arts, Senior Brother Song, but your magnanimity is also extraordinary. You have to sacrifice your life to protect the woman you love. Master, I don't know how happy I am when I see this."