"Can't you go and help him?" Zhao Min knew that his skill was only enough to deal with second- and third-rate figures in the martial arts world, and Zhou Zhiruo had won the title of "No. This title is full of water.
Looking at the two blurred lights and shadows, Zhou Zhiruo shook her head: "It's not that I don't want to help, but I can't help. They are too fast. If I force my hands, I will only become a burden to him."
"Hmph, you were so powerful when you bullied me, but now when you really need to take action, you are useless. It's really useless." Zhao Min curled her lips in disdain, and couldn't help but roll her eyes.
Zhou Zhiruo replied flatly: "As long as I can bully you, that's enough."
"You!" Zhao Min was choked by her words, and snorted coldly, "Since you can't do it, it's up to me."
"You?" Zhou Zhiruo looked Zhao Min up and down, and finally smiled disdainfully, "I gave you two hands, you can't beat me, and you still want to help?"
"Big breasts really make you brainless," Zhao Min sneered, "Not all problems need to be solved with martial arts."
Glancing at Zhao Min's swollen chest, then lowering her head to look at her obviously smaller chest, a bright red flashed across Zhou Zhiruo's face. people shouted:
"What's that called... Mingzun, your disciples and grandchildren in Persia are almost slaughtered by the Mongolian army, why do you still have the mind to make trouble in the Central Plains?"
"Nonsense, that kid Huo Shan just sent someone to stab Xu Liewu, the coach of the Mongolian Western Expedition, into serious injuries, and took the opportunity to join forces with the Egyptian Mamluk cavalry to wipe out 2 Mongolian elites, and also made your Mongolian vanguard general so timid. Beheaded." Ming Zun sneered.
Although the Persian Ming Cult now nominally regards Xiao Zhao as the leader, the power in the religion is still in the hands of the Great Elder Huo Shan. Huo Shan is the old man in the mountains that makes European countries fearful.
"How long ago was that?" Zhao Min smiled disdainfully, "During this period of time you left Guangmingding and traveled around the Central Plains, I'm afraid the news is not clear enough? Because Xu Liewu was assassinated and seriously injured, we sweated profusely In a fit of rage, he summoned 100,000 elite Mongolian cavalry and razed the Eagle's Nest, the seat of the Persian head teacher of Mingjiao, to the ground. Huo Shan saw that he could not do anything, so he led the remnants of Mingjiao to surrender, but the Khan was angry with their previous assassination, so he Order Huo Shan and others to be executed."
"What!" Mingzun was shocked and angry. Obviously, this news was too unexpected. In his layout, the Persian Master and Middle-earth Mingjiao should be echoed. No matter how many forces there are, they cannot be supported alone.
"ah!"
Because of distraction, Ming Zun did not escape Song Qingshu's new round of attacks, and there were a few sword marks on his body, and he was shocked and focused to deal with it.
After the situation stabilized, Mingzun scolded angrily: "The little demon girl from Mongolia is clearly trying to distract me on purpose. The Persian General Altar is hidden in the mountains, and there is a blockhouse hundreds of meters away. It is easy to defend and difficult to attack. Over the years, the lords of Europa have all wanted to get rid of them quickly, but the eagle's nest still stands in the vast mountains. Don't say you have an army of one hundred thousand, or a million army, what's the use of it!"
The location of the Mingjiao Persia General Altar is the Eagle's Nest, and there are countless bunkers scattered around for dozens of miles. For hundreds of years, no foreign enemy has ever successfully invaded, even connecting to the Eagle's Nest, so Mingzun came back to his senses After coming here, I naturally didn't believe what Zhao Min said.
"You have pretended to be Brother Wuji for so long, and now you know that I am a little demon girl?" Zhao Min's lips curled into a beautiful arc, "Although what you said is true, don't even think about it. You have nothing to do? Isn’t it because they have too few troops and are too far away from the Persian General Altar?”
Zhao Min put his hands behind his back, and said as he walked: "The lords of Europa, how many soldiers can a castle gather? Huoshan, of course, he doesn't have to be afraid. In the beginning, our Great Mongol Empire swept all the way to the banks of the Rhine with tens of thousands of troops. Now for Huo Shan, a hundred thousand troops have been mobilized for the first time, do you really think that the eagle's nest can't be broken?"
Mingzun was suddenly startled and uncertain. Since he successfully captured Zhang Wuji, he has led the Mingjiao to fight against the Mongolian army. He naturally knows how terrible the Mongolian iron cavalry is. If Temujin really sent 100,000 elite cavalry to attack the eagle's nest, the eagle's nest may not support it. Can live.
Ming Zun was worried about gains and losses, and his movements inevitably became a little stagnant. How could Song Qingshu let go of such a good opportunity, under the pursuit of victory, one sword was faster than one sword, and the sword energy was all over the sky, as if dozens of Song Qingshu were attacking Mingzun at the same time.
Ming Zun was shocked to find that there was no way to recover from the decline. After a hundred moves at most, he would probably be angry on the spot.
"Little demon girl, die!" Ming Zun yelled, no longer keeping the Holy Fire Commander at his side, and shot at Zhao Min with a single brain.
With the destructive aura attached to the holy fire order, let alone Zhao Minjiao's body, it is hard granite, if it is touched by the holy fire order, it can only be crushed into powder. Song Qingshu and Ming Zun have fought for so long, so naturally clear clearly. If I don't care about Zhao Min and continue to attack with the next move, Ming Zun will be seriously injured if he doesn't die, but Zhao Min is definitely dead.
In the blink of an eye, Song Qingshu couldn't be allowed to hesitate, as if subconsciously, Song Qingshu gave up attacking Mingzun, and swiped his sword towards the sacred fire order in the air in a blink of an eye.
Ming Zun showed a strange smile, and with a wave of his long sleeves, the Holy Fire Token seemed to have received an order, and suddenly spread out, circling rapidly, and slapped Song Qingshu from all directions.
Song Qingshu was worried that he would not be able to save Zhao Min in time, so he used his speed to the extreme. At this time, he was too powerful to dodge in mid-air. He managed to knock down three holy fire orders, but was slapped heavily by the other three holy fire orders.
"Pfft!" Song Qingshu spat out a mouthful of blood, and before he had time to recover, Ming Zun's palm had already landed on his vest.
Song Qingshu only felt that all internal organs seemed to be shattered, and the true energy in his body almost collapsed, so he quickly swung his sword backwards.
Mingzun's pupils froze, and he quickly stepped back a few feet. When he saw the bloody holes in front of him, he couldn't help but turn pale in shock: "What kind of sword technique is this?"
Song Qingshu coughed up another mouthful of blood, shook his head with a wry smile, and hastily used Ten Thousand Swords to return to the sect under his own serious injuries, but the power was greatly reduced. Ming Zun looked wounded all over his body, but he managed to avoid all vital points, and all he suffered were skin traumas. It didn't look like he had exhausted his last qi and used ten thousand swords to return to the clan. Now he has completely lost his fighting power.
Mingzun was obviously aware of all this, and couldn't help laughing. It turned out that just now he knew that he would be controlled by Song Qingshu if he continued, so he immediately gave up his own defense and used the holy fire to attack Zhao Min who was not far away.
He was actually gambling, if Song Qingshu didn't save Zhao Min, he would die faster, but after all, he was a stunning person, knowing that if he gambled, he still had a half chance of turning over, but if he didn't gamble, he would definitely die.
All this happened between the ups and downs of the rabbits. When the two women realized it, Song Qingshu was already spitting out blood and half kneeling on the ground. If he hadn't supported most of his body weight with the wooden sword in his hand, he might have been lying on the ground directly.
The expressions of the two women changed at the same time, and they ran towards him one after another. Zhou Zhiruo's lightness skill was higher, Zhao Min got closer, and they came to Song Qingshu's side almost at the same time, supporting him one by one on the left and the other on the right.
"Zhao Min, Zhao Min, you keep saying that you are in love with Zhang Wuji, so it turns out that you have already moved on." Ming Zun knew that Song Qingshu's injuries would never recover if he took a few years of recuperation, so he did not rush to attack, and adjusted his breath first. Let's talk about my chaotic internal information.
"You spitting blood!" Zhao Min trembled with anger, but his heart was already cold, and now, the three of them might not escape death tonight. She couldn't help secretly regretting that she should have brought a few more people here if she had known earlier. If Taoist Baishang, the master of the Vajra Sect, or King Jinlun Fawang were by her side, the situation would not be so bad.
All the reasons were due to Zhao Min subconsciously not wanting the news of Zhang Wuji's accident to be known by outsiders. According to her long-term observation, she judged that Song Qingshu's martial arts were still higher than those of Taoist Hundred Damage, and would never be weaker than that fake Zhang Wuji. And even if he lost, with Song Qingshu's superb lightness skills that he showed on the way to Kaifeng to seek medical treatment, it would be no problem to take him away safely.
It's a pity that she never expected that Song Qingshu would give up his absolute advantage in order to save herself, and instead be seriously injured by that fake Zhang Wuji. In this way, no one can escape.
"Why did you come back to save me!" Zhao Min cursed while wiping the tears on his cheeks, "Take my life for his, I'm too happy to be happy."
"Unfortunately, I don't want you to die." Song Qingshu sighed softly. Just now, seeing Mingzun use that trick to surround Wei and save Zhao, he knew that there was absolutely a fraud in it. Unfortunately, he couldn't just watch Zhao Minxiang disappear and die.
In the previous life, Zhao Min and Ren Yingying were Song Qingshu's two favorite women in Jinshu, especially Zhao Min, who was unparalleled in wisdom but bright and charming, noble in status but had the courage to abandon everything for love.
After coming to this almost illusory world, Song Qingshu finally saw the princess who "I want to force it" with his own eyes. Unfortunately, his fate was too miserable at the beginning. What's more, Zhao Min is still his enemy's woman.
After traveling around the rivers and lakes for several years, Song Qingshu and Zhao Min rarely met each other. Compared with Zhou Zhiruo who loves to hate, Xia Qingqing who has gone through hardships, and Bingxueer who loves each other, Song Qingshu does not have much affection for Zhao Min, but seeing her When his life was hanging by a thread, he still disregarded his own danger to rescue him, maybe it was just because Zhao Min represented a dream from his previous life.
Hearing Song Qingshu's words, Zhou Zhiruo's face darkened, but seeing him dying, it was not easy to get angry, so she glared at Zhao Min and cursed: "Look at what you did!"
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