"That man is already dead, so why should you keep thinking about it? There are so many good men in this world. For example, this Song Qingshu, whose appearance and background are no worse than him. Although his martial arts is a bit worse, if he practices for another twenty or thirty years, who will be better?
It’s not necessarily low!”
"Well, Zhao Min, let's see how I deal with you next time!" At this time, Murong Fu happened to arrive near the Thousand Buddha Pagoda and listened to Zhao Min's words word for word.
However, he couldn't help but want to hear what Zhou Zhiruo would say, so he stopped and hid on the east wall of the courtyard.
Needless to say, Song Qingshu was already looking at Zhou Zhiruo eagerly, his heart pounding.
Zhou Zhiruo glanced at Zhao Min, "Maybe there are many men in the world who are better than him, but I only love him!"
I don't know why, but she couldn't help but say those words that she didn't dare to say before.
Murong Fu, who was hiding far away, was immediately overjoyed and almost couldn't hold back his laughter. He thought to himself: "My Zhiruo is the most well-behaved. My brother will love you very much tonight!"
Song Qingshu looked ashen, but the next moment, he yelled at the top of his lungs: "Why, he is already a dead man, why are you... poof!"
But mid-sentence, Zhao Min slapped a palm from the air, "It's so noisy!"
Zhou Zhiruo frowned slightly, "Miss Zhao came to me for this reason, right?"
"Of course not!" Zhao Min stroked his forehead and smiled again in the blink of an eye, "The old rules are, compete with me in sword competition, if you win, you will be safe, if you lose, you will leave a finger or a unique skill!"
A few days ago, she asked Ding Minjun for a set of Emei sword skills. After practicing these days, she felt that it was more and more exquisite. She wanted to squeeze out a few more sets. She had to send her away anyway, so she couldn't give it away for nothing.
Zhou Zhiruo glanced at Zhao Min with a strange look, nodded slightly, "Okay!"
On the contrary, Zhao Min was shocked. In the past few days, people from the six major sects had been forced to compete. They either refused to do so, or hid them. At the worst, they had to say a few harsh words before they agreed to compete. Like Zhou Zhiruo.
Shuang Kuang had never seen it before and couldn't help but ask: "Do you know what the purpose of the competition is?"
"Ha!" Zhou Zhiruo sneered, "Don't you just want to steal the secrets of various schools?"
"Then you still..."
"As long as you can learn, there is no harm in learning!" A flash of contempt flashed across Zhou Zhiruo's face.
Zhao Min couldn't understand the woman in front of him more and more, and snorted secretly, "What a bastard, both men and women act weird!"
He ordered his men to get wooden swords, and each of them took one.
Zhao Min flipped his wrist and stabbed Zhou Zhiruo with his sword.
But halfway through the sword, the tip of the sword trembled slightly, and two points of cold light instantly appeared, stabbing Zhou Zhiruo's shoulders respectively.
Zhou Zhiruo's expression was indifferent. When Zhao Min's sword came in front of him, his wrist trembled slightly and there was no other movement. The wooden sword "swiped" and drew a semicircle from bottom to top. The tip of the sword just passed through Zhao Min's lower abdomen.
Zhao Min felt a chill in his heart, and the hair on his body stood up. He immediately twisted his waist without thinking, barely avoiding the tip of Zhou Zhiruo's sword.
However, she could no longer maintain her balance and threw herself forward. Between the lightning and flint, the tip of Zhao Min's sword touched the ground and did a beautiful somersault in the air. Then she barely landed on the ground. She was very shocked.
But immediately he tapped the ground with his toes and raised his sword to attack Zhou Zhiruo. For a moment, the two of them were fighting.
After ten moves, Zhao Min was quick in movement and came up with strange moves one after another. Although Zhou Zhiruo's movements were slow, he could always force Zhao Min to defend with his sword with a single strike, and his angle control was perfect.
The more Zhao Min fought, the more irritated he became. He actually used his inner strength unconsciously, his movements suddenly doubled, and the sword energy attached to the wooden sword made it even more powerful.
Zhou Zhiruodu was also a little faster, but she still looked relaxed and carefree, and her sparse and ordinary swordsmanship always produced wonderful effects in her hands.
Kutoutuo and Hebiweng immediately turned their faces slightly and turned to look at Luzhangke, because Luzhangke had always kept the antidote for Shixiang Ruanjin Powder.
Luzhangke also frowned slightly, "Don't look at me. Although I'm good at that, I haven't had time to do it yet, and it's impossible to give her the antidote."
Hebiweng was immediately puzzled, "Senior brother, people who have been hit by Shixiang Ruanjin Powder not only lose all their internal strength, but also lose most of their physical strength. That Zhou Zhiruo didn't use his internal strength, but his movements were so agile that even a first-rate master could
It may not be possible!”
"It's consistent with what I thought." Luzhangke nodded, and then asked: "Do you think she was not poisoned?"
"Impossible, so many Ten Fragrance Ruanjin Powders were released that day, absolutely no one can escape. It's not like my senior brother doesn't know that this Ten Fragrance Ruanjin Powder can take effect as long as you inhale a little bit of it, and the stronger the internal force, the stronger the effect.
." Hebi Weng said with certainty.
Luzhangke pondered for a long time, "How about I try her?"
Hebiweng nodded, Kutoutuo did not comment.
The fight between the two women in the field became more and more fierce, and Zhou Zhiruo also frowned slightly. Zhao Min had many tricks and a lot of internal strength. If he didn't use his internal strength, he might not be able to withstand it.
At this moment, Luzhangke shouted, "Look at the palm!"
Immediately afterwards, a strong palm force struck Zhou Zhiruo's back along with the cold air.
Zhou Zhiruo smiled bitterly in her heart. Originally, she pretended to be poisoned and was captured. She just wanted to find an opportunity to rescue Master Miejie Shitai and a group of Emei disciples, and then seek revenge on Yang Xiao. She didn't expect to be exposed so soon.
"Despicable!" Suddenly, a loud shout came from the distance, and a black tile hit Luzhangke extremely fast.
Luzhangke heard the whistling wind and knew that the force attached to the tiles was definitely not small, but at this time the move was old and he couldn't withdraw even if he wanted to.
With a "pop" sound, the tiles collided with his palm, and immediately broke into countless pieces. "Chichichi" slashed across Luzhangke's body. In an instant, his clothes were torn in countless small holes, but there was no trace of any scars.
.
"Who, get out!" Luzhangke was furious.
Everyone in the venue was also stunned and turned to look at the west side of the Thousand Buddha Pagoda.
Immediately afterwards, three figures emerged from behind a short tower on the west side, and they were Yang Xiao, Zhang Wuji and Wei Yixiao.
But seeing Zhang Wuji at this time, after some grooming and dressing up, he was no longer the beggar he used to be. He was dressed in rich clothes, quite imposing, and although his face could not be said to be handsome, he was still very delicate.
Among the three people, Zhang Wuji was walking in the middle. Yang Xiao and Wei Yixiao seemed to take him seriously, but their expressions were a little unnatural, because Zhang Wuji's move was beyond their expectations.
The reason why Zhang Wuji took action was because he recognized Zhou Zhiruo as the poor little girl by the Hanshui River and couldn't bear to see her die.
Zhao Min was slightly startled when she saw these three people, and then she was overjoyed. She was just worried about how to clean up the Ming Cult's fish that had slipped through the net, but they came to her door on their own initiative.
When Zhou Zhiruo saw Yang Xiao, her eyes immediately flashed with cold light, her whole body was pumping with energy, and she shouted, "Yang Xiao, accept your fate!"
For a moment, the place Zhou Zhiruo passed within a few feet was filled with violent and fierce energy. Zhao Min, who was slightly closer, was immediately thrown away, with an inexplicable look of horror on his face.
Even the two elders Xuan Ming, Ku Toutuo and others also had shocked expressions on their faces. Ku Toutuo opened his mouth, but hurriedly bit his lip. However, the focus of others was on Zhou Zhiruo, and they did not notice anything strange about him.
Zhang Wuji and Wei Yixiao looked shocked, obviously they did not expect Zhou Zhiruo to attack them indiscriminately.
Yang Xiaodeng was immediately frightened. Although he didn't understand why this woman had such hatred for him, he couldn't allow him to think too much at this moment. He immediately moved his hands in a defensive posture, and the energy around his body wrapped around him, forming a protective shield.
Zhou Zhiruo held the wooden sword in his hand, and his whole body turned into a light green bolt, and he hit hard.
There were only two sounds of "chichi", and the two bodies were separated at the touch. Zhou Zhiruo jumped forward without losing speed, while Yang Xiao staggered and fell to the side.
As soon as Zhou Zhiruo landed on the ground, she tapped her toes lightly on the ground, her body was "reflecting into the wind", and the wooden sword thrust out diagonally backwards, and the target was Yang Xiao.
"Miss Zhou, please stop now!" Zhang Wuji couldn't help but shout.
But Zhou Zhiruo didn't seem to hear it, and his sword power was even three points stronger than just now.
"Humph, that's too much!"
Yang Xiaoshi had just suffered a little secret loss, but when he realized that he couldn't stand it anymore, Zhou Zhiruo was now aggressive again, and he was naturally furious. However, facing Zhou Zhiruo's sword energy, he could only temporarily avoid the sharp edge and rely on Qinggong to fight with it.
"Yang Zuoshi takes the sword!" Suddenly the Green Winged Bat King grabbed a long sword from a nearby Mongolian soldier and threw it to Yang Xiao.
"You've come at the right time!" Yang Xiao took the long sword, laughed loudly, flicked his wrist, and the long sword made a clear sound, "Chi Chi Chi" and stabbed Zhou Zhiruo several times. The cold stars in the sky were shining all over the time, and Zhou Zhiruo was killed.
shrouded in it.
Zhou Zhiruo suddenly paused, raised the wooden sword in his hand gently, slashed eastward and stabbed westward. In the blink of an eye, all the cold stars disappeared.
Yang Xiao's heart moved slightly, and he suddenly stepped forward, wanting to take advantage of the weapon's strength and break Zhou Zhiruo's wooden sword.
A look of contempt flashed across Zhou Zhiruo's face, and she slapped the hilt of the sword with her right hand, and the long sword flew out. Then her hands blurred, and at the time, strong winds and dark winds were rising all around, followed by countless claws and shadows.
Yang Xiao.
At this moment, she seemed to be a completely different person, her entire body was so cold that there was no life left in her, and she was extremely cold.
"Nine Yin White Bone Claws!" Luzhangke was horrified and blurted out.
"Yes, it's this martial art!" He Biweng responded, and the two brothers looked at each other, with something strange flashing in their eyes.
Zhao Min already knew at this moment that Zhou Zhiruo was just teasing her, but she had no idea of getting angry, and instead stared at Zhou Zhiruo's figure thoughtfully.
"Nine Yin White Bone Claw...Nine Yang Divine Art..." Zhang Wuji murmured, wondering if there was any connection between the two.
Seeing Zhou Zhiruo's fierce attack, Yang Xiao dared to step forward. He raised his sword and slashed forward. At the same time, a line of white energy that was about ten feet long flashed out.
There was a soft "creak" sound, and the wooden sword shattered in response, and the white energy slashed at the claws all over the sky with unabated force.