"I thought some expert was hiding there, but I didn't expect it to be you." Zhang Wuji didn't show any surprise when he saw Song Qingshu come out.
"I thought Zhang Wuji just had a big change of mind, but I didn't expect Ming Zun to take over his body." Song Qingshu said with a faint smile.
"You're here too?" Under the moonlight, Zhou Zhiruo was taken aback when she saw Song Qingshu's appearance clearly.
Zhao Min forced a smile: "As I said just now, you will be glad that you showed your attitude tonight."
Zhou Zhiruo's face was cloudy and uncertain, thinking that if she and Zhang Wuji had acted more ambiguously just now, she would be a different person now.
"Zhiruo, I'm very glad that you are the first one to think of me in a critical moment." Song Qingshu came to Zhou Zhiruo's side, holding her hand as clean as jade.
In front of Zhao Min and Zhang Wuji, Zhou Zhiruo subconsciously withdrew her hands and said unnaturally: "Who misses you, I just ask you to help me take revenge."
"It's obviously to avenge your ex-boyfriend." Song Qingshu said with a smile on his face without any anger, "But who told me to be broad-minded, it's no big deal to avenge your ex-boyfriend."
"You!" Zhou Zhiruo turned her head away angrily.
Seeing the two quarreling, Zhao Min felt lost, thinking that he and brother Wuji were so sweet at the beginning... Thinking of this, Zhao Min suddenly came back to his senses, looked at Ming Zun who was not far away and said: "Song Qingshu, You help me kill this old monster, and I can promise you any conditions!"
"Any conditions?" Song Qingshu twitched his eyebrows a few times, obviously thinking of some dirty pictures.
Zhang Wuji laughed: "The three of you are done flirting and cursing? If you want to kill me, you are simply beyond your capabilities."
"Really?" Song Qingshu showed a strange smile, and disappeared in place.
Zhang Wuji's pupils constricted violently. It turned out that Song Qingshu's fingers held an extremely fierce sword energy, and they were only three inches away from his neck.
The two figures separated as soon as they touched, and Song Qingshu had already returned to the original place, looking at the blood beads on his fingertips, he secretly yelled that it was a pity.
Zhang Wuji touched the deep scar on his face, and couldn't help frowning: "I still underestimated your martial arts. I didn't expect you to grow to this extent in just one or two years."
"I mean, Mingzun, have you lived too long, and your mind is a little out of control? It's not that we haven't fought against each other not long ago, so I don't know how confident you are to pretend to be aggressive." Song Qingshu shook his head, A look of disdain and contempt.
"Humble ants, do you think it was my true strength last time? Let me show you the supreme magic of the Ming Cult." Zhang Wuji opened his hands, his clothes moved automatically without wind, the hairband on his head was broken by the force, and he was full of tears. His long hair fluttered in the air.
The holy fire tokens around his waist seemed to be controlled by an invisible hand, one by one suspended in mid-air, slowly rotating around Zhang Wuji's body, making the sound of dragon chant from time to time.
"The holy fire order martial arts of the Persian Ming religion?"
Song Qingshu's expression became serious. In the original book, Zhang Wuji's Nine Suns had achieved great feats, and he had moved to the sixth level, which has never been seen before or since. He also received Tai Chi and Tai Chi Sword taught by Zhang Sanfeng. Such a martial arts configuration was beaten by the three envoys of Persia. In addition to Zhang Wuji's actual combat ability, it is also related to the fact that the holy fire used by the three envoys of Persia is too treacherous.
Speaking of which, Song Qingshu and Ming Zun have also fought against each other twice, but each time he used Zhang Wuji's own martial arts, so Song Qingshu has been thinking about how to break his Qiankun Great Teleportation and Nine Suns Divine Art. The sacred fire order made Song Qingshu feel like he vomited blood because he had wrongly reviewed the exam center for the college entrance examination.
"Go away, I may not be able to protect you later." Song Qingshu said quickly, keeping the two women behind him.
Zhou Zhiruo shook her head: "I'll stay and help you."
Song Qingshu knew that Zhou Zhiruo's current martial arts were not what they used to be, and his study of the Nine Yin Manual had reached a very high level. Although it was not as good as Guo Jing's achievements in practicing the Nine Yin Manual for decades, it was comparable to other practitioners in the world. Compared with those who have passed the Nine Yin Scriptures, they will not be at a disadvantage in terms of realm.
However, Song Qingshu still didn't intend to let her intervene. After all, the opponent this time was an old monster like Ming Zun. I don't know how many trump cards the other party has. It would be too risky for Zhou Zhiruo to get involved.
"You can help me sweep the formation from the side, and take care of Zhao Min by the way." Song Qingshu knew that he said directly, with Zhou Zhiruo's temperament, he might not listen to his own words, so he had to put it another way.
"You won't get her too, will you?" Seeing that Song Qingshu didn't forget Zhao Min at this moment, Zhou Zhiruo suddenly looked strange. They came together, Zhou Zhiruo wouldn't think it strange at all if Song Qingshu really wanted to have something to do with Zhao Min.
Even in Zhou Zhiruo's heart, there was a kind of secret joy. She lost to Zhao Min in the competition for Zhang Wuji, which made her extremely unwilling. Now that the feng shui has taken turns, she has the advantage of Song Qingshu's Mingmei marrying his wife, so Zhao Min should also taste the loser. Kind of bitter taste.
Before Song Qingshu answered, Zhao Min blushed first, and couldn't help cursing: "What nonsense are you talking about! Hey, be careful!"
A piece of sacred fire flew towards Song Qingshu from the darkness without sound, and Zhao Min saw that his attention was on himself and Zhou Zhiruo, so he quickly drew his sword and slashed at it.
clang!
The long sword in Zhao Min's hand snapped at the sound, and his whole body was as if struck by lightning, a strange flush appeared on his face, obviously he had suffered serious internal injuries.
Song Qingshu didn't have time to check her injuries, and a large number of sacred fire orders had already attacked incessantly, so he quickly pulled out his wooden sword and stood in front of the two girls.
Every time the wooden sword comes into contact with the sacred fire order, Song Qingshu feels his breath churn, and he can't help but be shocked. Zhang Wuji's Nine Suns have achieved great feats, and there are probably very few people in the world who can have deeper internal energy than him. Unexpectedly, this Mingzun's internal energy is so powerful in every gesture. He was a bit stronger than Zhang Wuji at the peak, and he had only knocked out the torch a dozen times before he felt a numb feeling in his mouth.
However, Song Qingshu practiced the most profound martial arts of Tantric sect after all, and double cultivation with women made his skill progress more quickly with half the effort. Although he was still not as good as Mingzun, the gap did not reach the point of despair.
What made Song Qingshu even more troublesome was the strange attack trajectory of the holy fire token. You must know that when all swords were fired, he could calmly drop the arrows one by one, but now there are only six sacred fire tokens in total, but he is in a hurry.
Many times I thought I had calculated the trajectory of the Holy Fire Order, and stabbed it ahead of time with a sword, but the Holy Fire Order temporarily changed its trajectory as if it suddenly violated the laws of physics, causing Song Qingshu to stab the sword into the empty space, which was extremely uncomfortable.
And even if Song Qingshu hit the Holy Fire Order, the Holy Fire Order would go around behind him and attack after being knocked away.
"Be careful." Song Qingshu had no time to care about the situation behind him, so he could only verbally remind him.
Zhou Zhiruo nodded, and with a flick of the long whip in her hand, she knocked away a holy fire order that flew in front of Zhao Min. Zhao Min's face turned pale, and she looked at the distant holy fire order with lingering fear, and she couldn't help smiling gratefully at Zhou Zhiruo .
Song Qingshu knew that he could not continue to be beaten passively like this. If he continued like this, he would be exhausted to death sooner or later if he was not struck to death by the holy fire order. "Hold on for a while."
With a roar, Song Qingshu gave up the order to shoot down the sacred fire flying in front of him, and attacked Mingzun in the pavilion in a flash.
He knew that Zhou Zhiruo and Zhao Min would definitely not be able to block the attack of the Holy Fire Order without him standing in front to block most of the attacks of the Holy Fire Order. Song Qingshu was actually betting, according to what Ming Zun said before, like an old pervert who had been hungry for a thousand years, Song Qingshu bet that he would never want to hurt these two beautiful women.
Exercising the white python whip technique to the extreme, Zhou Zhiruo blocked all the holy fire orders flying all over the sky by a foot away, but every time the holy fire orders touched the whip in her hand, her face turned pale, and she couldn't hold it any longer. At that time, all the sacred fire orders in the sky disappeared, and they all flew towards the pavilion.
Taking a glance at the situation of the two girls from the corner of the eye, Song Qingshu smiled gratifiedly, and he really won the bet. Instead of staying in one place to resist Mingzun's 6 attacks, he can finally give full play to his advantage of speed.
Song Qingshu's figure flickered, surrounding Mingzun in the center, one moment he just attacked Mingzun's temple from the upper right, and the next moment he appeared on the ground and directly picked Mingzun's hamstring...
Because of the high speed, in Ming Zun's eyes, Song Qingshu's figure was everywhere, and it was not just a phantom. Every figure's attack was real, and if he was not careful, he would be hit vitally by the opponent.
Ming Zun created the entire Mingjiao martial arts system, and even a master of martial arts cannot describe his realm. If it were any other top experts, they would have already died under Song Qingshu's attack from all directions without dead ends, but Ming Zun survived with his astonishing cultivation and fighting awareness.
There were even several counterattacks that almost hit Song Qingshu, because the opponent was too fast, and in the end it was only the afterimage that was shattered. Shocked and angry, Ming Zun quickly summoned back the holy fire order to protect his body, and finally managed to recover from the decline.
The entire gazebo had already been shattered by the vertical and horizontal sword energy and the holy fire order flying all over the sky. Zhou Zhiruo and Zhao Min could no longer tell the difference between them. Only two afterimages could be seen entangled with each other. Wherever they passed, the big tree collapsed. The floor was shattered inch by inch, and the flying leaves were shattered into powder before they got close.
The two women looked at each other in amazement, and Zhao Min said worriedly, "Who do you think will win?"
"Who do you think wins?" Zhou Zhiruo asked back.
The two women had always been at odds. Hearing her words, Zhao Minxiu frowned: "Aren't you talking nonsense?"
"That Mingzun's body belongs to your Zhang Wuji after all, and he also has most of Zhang Wuji's memories. In fact, if you turn a blind eye, he is no different from Zhang Wuji. Do you really want him to die?" Zhou Zhiruo disagreed. He smiled kindly.
"In my heart, brother Wuji is dead, and that person is his murderer." Zhao Min said coldly with a cold face.
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