"Poof!" The four elders of Kongtong all vomited a mouthful of blood and flew two feet away.
"Is this Dacheng's Seven Injury Fist..." Guan Neng glanced at Zhang Wuji with a complex expression and murmured.
When Zhang Wuji saw the four elders of Kongtong, he wanted to step forward to heal their wounds, but he remembered the scene where people from the six sects forced his parents to death on Wudang Mountain, and he endured it.
Although he is kind-hearted, he is still brooding about what happened back then. He did not kill the four elders of Kongtong because he was concerned about today's situation. After all, he is not a member of the Ming Cult, and the reason why he took action was because he did not want to see his grandfather.
If he is dead, if he kills again, he will only be trapped in the hatred between the six sects and the Ming Cult.
The bystanders saw that this young man had such strong martial arts, especially his internal strength, which was simply astonishing. They stayed in place for a while, and they were very curious about Zhang Wuji's origin.
Song Yuanqiao and other Wudang people frowned slightly and looked at each other.
Mo Shenggu couldn't help but said: "Brother, why does this man look like..."
"Seventh brother!" Song Yuanqiao hurriedly stopped Mo Shenggu's words, "Let's take a look and then talk."
"Boy, who are you? What is your relationship with the Demon Cult? Why do you help the evil sect over and over again?" Master Miejie asked coldly.
"My junior name is Zeng Aniu. I have nothing to do with Mingjiao. I just don't want to see this old man die. Master is compassionate. Since I could let those Mingjiao disciples go back then, why not today..."
"Humph, that's your own ability, don't say anything more. If you want to save your life today, it's better to step aside as soon as possible!" When Master Jue heard him mention what happened that day, he became even more angry. Naturally, it was nothing.
Good look.
"Little brother, you have done enough for me. When the Ming Cult is in trouble, I have no shirking responsibility. You are not a disciple of the Ming Cult, so you should go down the mountain first!" Yin Tianzheng stepped forward and took a deep look at Zhang Wuji, and said with a hint of gratitude.
Zhang Wuji slowly shook his head, "The seniors don't want to go down the mountain, and the juniors won't leave either."
Yin Tianzheng's expression changed slightly, "What on earth are you..."
At this moment, Master Miejie interrupted Yin Tianzheng, "Boy, if you continue to be stubborn, I will not show mercy to you today!"
"But please ask Master Tai to take action!" Zhang Wuji said, cupping his fists.
With a "swipe" sound, Master Jue pulled out the Yitian Sword and said, "Draw out the sword!"
Zhang Wuji sighed helplessly, "This junior's sword skills are sparse and ordinary, so it's better not to practice axing in front of the master."
"Hmph, arrogant!" Master Jue took Zhang Wuji's words as disdain for a sword duel with him. She expected that a person with such profound internal skills would not know how to swordsmanship. Who would believe him if he told her.
The tip of Master Miejie's sword trembled slightly, and he stabbed Zhang Wuji in the face with a swift and unparalleled sword.
The sharp sword energy hit his face, Zhang Wuji's cheek was stung with pain, and he was immediately shocked. He had known that the Yitian Sword had a great reputation, and now that he had learned it personally, it was indeed well-deserved.
In fact, it was a helpless move for him to fight against Miejie Shitai's Yitian Sword with bare hands. Not to mention that the Yitian Sword was so sharp that any mortal soldier would be cut off by it. He didn't know any swordsmanship at all, and what he had learned was only seven.
The Shang Fist and Ti Yun Zong can be used, but as for the Nine Yang Divine Skill, it is completely an internal skill, with no moves at all.
Seeing that the tip of the sword was in front of him, Zhang Wuji stretched out his hands like lightning and closed them up, trying to catch the Yitian Sword in his hands.
But to Zhang Wuji's surprise, the blade of the Yitian Sword was extremely smooth. Even though he had used all his strength in his palm, it only slowed down the Yitian Sword and made him unable to clamp it at all.
Zhang Wuji was shocked and hurriedly raised his head to avoid, and at the same time pushed the Yitian Sword aside.
A sarcastic look flashed across Master Miejie's face, she turned her wrist and the sword rotated accordingly.
Zhang Wuji hurriedly let go, and at the same time, an iron plate bridge hit him, and his body fell backwards.
But Miejie Shitai seemed to have expected that he would be like this, and the Heavenly Sword struck down immediately.
"Master Tai's action is indeed extraordinary!"
"Yes, in my opinion, this strange young man is not the enemy of Shi Taiyihe at all!"
"Well, I, the gambler, can take down this kid within ten moves!"
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For a time, people from the six sects were talking a lot, and there were many voices praising Master Jiejie’s superb swordsmanship. However, the face of Kongtong Five Elders, who had been beaten to a half-crippled state before, became darker and darker, and he glared at his family several times.
Those disciples who participated in the discussion.
In just a few breaths, Master Jiejie had already struck seven or eight quick moves in a row. They were like a rabbit rising and a snipe falling, flying at the speed of lightning. Each and every move was deadly and sharp.
However, although Zhang Wuji was forced to retreat continuously and his figure looked a little embarrassed, he managed to escape with his strong body skills.
Feng Bo evil eyes stared at Zhang Wuji in the field without blinking, but he asked, "Sir, who do you think will win this time?"
Murong Fu pondered for a long time, "As far as I'm concerned, no one can do anything to anyone!"
Feng Bo Evil nodded sympathetically, "That boy really lost all his strong internal strength, and his martial arts skills are too bad. Fortunately, his body skills are still good, otherwise he would definitely be killed by Master Miejie's sword."
Master Miejie’s swordsmanship is extremely sharp and her attacks are fierce and fierce. She doesn’t look like a monk at all. Everyone present felt their hair stand on end and felt secretly awe-inspiring in their hearts. It seems that Master Miejie doesn’t really have anything except the Yitian Sword.
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However, what surprised everyone was that although this young man had extremely deep internal strength, he was dodging with his excellent body skills and did not make any move to fight back. Such a person is either looking for flaws in Master Miejie's sword skills, or he is really
Without knowing anything about swordsmanship, this young man is obviously the latter.
Finally, Master Jue's patience was limited. After Zhang Wuji dodged the extremely cruel sword, he said in a slightly anxious tone: "Boy, can you only hide here and there?"
Zhang Wuji spread his hands and said, "This junior's martial arts skills are low and I dare not take the master's sword forcefully."
"Humph, boy, the reason why this poor nun wants to fight with you alone is because he doesn't want to be known as a bully. But today, the six major sects' move to suppress demons is imperative. If you continue to dodge and delay,
Don't blame me for being unethical!" Master Jue had no choice but to threaten him coldly.
Although her words were a bit scoundrel, they woke up everyone in the six sects. They all saw that the high-ranking members of the Ming Cult had suffered some internal injuries at this time. If it were delayed and these people were allowed to recover, even if it was only just
If half of the strength is restored, today's attempt to exterminate the demons will be full of twists and turns.
He Tai rushed forward and said, "Master Tai's words are reasonable. If we delay and let these monsters recover, wouldn't it just increase the damage to each faction? In my opinion, we don't need to talk about the morals of the world with these monsters of the demon sect and just gather together."
Go up and fight quickly."
"That's how it should be!"
"Yes, if even one or a half of these demons escape, the disaster will be endless!"
For a time, people from all the factions except the Wudang Clan spoke out in agreement.
Song Yuanqiao stared at Zhang Wuji closely, and his appearance gradually overlapped with the figure in his heart. He couldn't help but trembled, "Could it really be him!"
At this time, Zhang Wuji was also in a dilemma. He wanted to take Yin Tianzheng away by force, but then he thought about his grandfather's character. If the Mingjiao was destroyed, he would never survive. He would definitely commit suicide or fight with the six majors.
Pai tried his best, but he was no match for Master Miejie. Do he want to watch his grandfather die?
"No! Never! I never want to see my loved ones die in front of my eyes again!" Zhang Wuji secretly made up his mind and said, "What do you want, Master?"
"As long as you can catch me with one...three swords without dodging, this battle will be considered a defeat for the poor nun!" Master Miejie wanted to say one sword, but remembering what happened in the morning, she hurriedly changed her mind to three swords, just in case.
This young man is another Murong Fu, and he still has some room for maneuver.
Zhang Wuji nodded, "Okay, Master, please use your sword!"
Master Jue was not polite at that moment. He stomped his right foot heavily on the ground, jumped up, and struck Zhang Wuji with a sword while in the air.
At the same time, a dazzling white light flashed on the Yitian Sword, and it was stretched several feet, forming a giant sword, and struck Zhang Wuji.
Everyone was immediately shocked and turned pale. They hurriedly rubbed their eyes and took a closer look to discover that it turned out that there was just an extra layer of shadow of the giant sword outside the Yitian Sword, and it was not that the Yitian Sword had actually been lengthened.
However, this is enough to illustrate the magic of the Yitian Sword. You must know that even the top sword masters in the world can hardly condense their energy into form like this. Of course, Master Miejie alone can do this.
, no one has ever thought about it.
There is nothing fancy about this sword of Master Miejie. He completely concentrates all his strength on the Yitian Sword. If he is facing an enemy in normal times, this approach is naturally taboo, but now Zhang Wuji has promised not to dodge or dodge any moves.
None of them are as powerful as this sword.
"Little brother, take the sword!" Yin Tianzheng saw the power of this sword and hurriedly threw the long sword in his hand.
Zhang Wuji took the long sword, poured all his inner strength into the long sword without thinking, and struck out with the same sword in the air.
With a "chi" sound, a three-foot-long arc-shaped sword energy was drawn out and faced the giant sword's shadow at a faster speed.
“Puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, zip, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff out out,” a slight crackling sound was heard, and the arc-shaped sword energy was completely consumed, but the shadow of the giant sword only swayed slightly before chopping down without slowing down.
Zhang Wuji was shocked and hurriedly repeated his old trick and struck out with another sword. However, after thinking about it, it would only delay him for a while. He felt cruel in his heart and simply struck out seven or eight swords in a row.
Despite the depth of his inner strength, his face could not help but turn pale, but all his efforts were not in vain. After a collision between the sword energy and the phantom of the giant sword, they finally died together and disappeared invisible.
Zhang Wuji breathed a sigh of relief, but the next moment, there were two "clicks" and the sword in his hand was broken into seven or eight sections.
His sword skills are extremely low. Those sword qi are not real sword qi. They are just forcibly pouring internal energy into the long sword to form a kind of sword qi-like strength. How can an ordinary long sword withstand his recklessness?
, so as soon as his inner strength was withdrawn, the sword broke by itself.
Master Miejie had already known about the young man's deep inner strength, so she was not too surprised by the result of this sword strike. She was just a little lucky in her heart, "Fortunately, I said three sword strikes, otherwise I would have lost face again." (To be continued)