"I am so angry." Yin Tianzheng did not expect Murong Fu to be so disrespectful. He immediately became angry and half-clasped his hands into claws. With a "bang", his robe instantly shattered into pieces, and his legs suddenly shot up from the ground.
, like an eagle spreading its wings and swooping down, its target is clearly Murong Fu, who is talking and laughing calmly.
Murong Fu raised his brows slightly, and the sword energy he was playing in his hand suddenly stood up, but before he could take action, a shout came from beside him,
"Unbridled!" Li Mochou unsheathed her long sword, held the hilt and gave it a slight shake. With a "Puff" sound, the sword shattered and countless fragments shot out. The air exploded and light streamed through the air.
Yin Tianzheng's claws were full of true energy. With a slight sway, two huge claw shadows appeared out of thin air, crossing to the left and right in front of him. The "ding bell clang" was like the sound of gold and iron, sparks flying, and the claw shadows quickly became thin and fragmented.
They were all bounced away, but there were still a few faint "sizzling" sounds.
Finally, all the fragments were consumed, and Yin Tianzheng's claws were shattered. His body fell to the ground, with several holes in it. He was quite embarrassed, but he did not suffer any injuries.
"What a handsome kung fu!" Everyone couldn't help but murmured. Even though they had seen Li Mochou's extremely high martial arts, they were still shocked every time he made a move.
Murong Fu glared at her angrily and hummed, "You prodigal bitch, thirty taels of silver are just gone!"
Li Mochou's face darkened and she curled her lips without saying anything. This master was good at everything, but he was a bit too stingy.
When everyone heard this, they couldn't help but rolled their eyes. Will the Murong family be short of such a small amount of money? Especially Yin Tianzheng, who was already suffocating in his chest, feeling that all his internal organs were burning, his true energy was rioting, and a large mouthful of blood was about to spurt out.
In fact, they didn't know that Murong Fu was really distressed. The sword just now was made of the latest craftsmanship of the Murong family, made of fine steel, and thirty taels of silver was just the cost price.
Over the years, the Murong family has invested a large amount of resources in the creation of weapons. Many advanced weapons have fallen behind before they have been made public. These backward weapons are secretly sold to various countries through Tianxialou channels.
Zhang Wuji was shocked and angry when he saw Yin Tianzheng vomiting blood. He jumped into the arena and supported Yin Tianzheng. He found that his energy and blood had gradually calmed down, so he breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Murong Fu with complicated eyes.
"Mr. Murong, you were kind to Wuji in the past. Wuji has always been grateful to me and has not yet repaid you. However, you have repeatedly put the Ming Cult in trouble. As the leader of the Ming Cult, Wu Ji has to consider the foundation of the sect. From now on,
Draw a clear line between me and Mr. Murong, and sever all ties of kindness."
As he spoke, he suddenly raised his palm and slapped his chest hard, spitting out a large mouthful of blood, "This palm... I should repay you for the kindness of teaching me the martial arts back then."
"Master Zhang!" Xiao Zhao couldn't help but call out. Zhang Wuji had been kind to her, and even had a little affection for her. Although this good impression has long since disappeared, she still felt a little concerned when she saw him hurting his body like this.
Murong Fu glanced at Xiao Zhao without leaving any trace, and said in a distressed tone, "Well, it was just a piece of cake back then, Master Zhang, so you don't need to take it to heart at all. Besides, I didn't mean to embarrass the Ming Cult. Yang Xiao attacked me first,
Mr. Zhang saw this with his own eyes."
Zhang Wuji was silent for a long time and said nothing more. He supported the Eagle King and slowly retreated to the Mingjiao camp. Everyone in the Mingjiao was dejected. Today he rushed up to Shaoshi Mountain in high spirits. He originally planned to welcome King Xie Fa's return, but unexpectedly he was completely defeated.
"Leader, if not, please order the brothers to attack." Zhou Dian couldn't help but said.
In the current situation, although there are still two places to play, the backbone of the Ming Cult, Zhang Wuji and Yang Xiao, have been seriously injured. The Eagle King may still have the strength to fight, but he is also unable to survive alone. The only way is to bully the minority and attack forcefully.
The mountain is over. The reason why Mingjiao can stand alone against the righteous way in the world is because of the large number of people.
Zhang Wuji remained silent. Based on the teachings he had received since childhood, he was absolutely unable to do such a thing. However, he could not do it if he had to watch his foster father fall into the hands of others. For a moment, he felt embarrassed.
"Master, I have something to say..." Suddenly, Yang Xiao spoke intermittently.
"It's okay for Yang Zuo to say it," Zhang Wuji said.
"Now that things have happened, let's... ask that person to take action. There is still a chance of improvement."
Zhang Wuji was stunned for a moment, then thought of something, "You mean...the ones from the main forum?"
Yang Xiao nodded and said nothing more. He was so weak now that he was out of breath after just a few words.
Zhang Wuji and Yin Tianzheng looked at each other, and seeing Yin Tianzheng nodding, Zhang Wuji finally made up his mind, turned to whisper a few words to Zhou Dian, and Zhou Dian turned and left.
The Ming Cult was defeated again and again, and the heroes were overjoyed. Zhou Zhiruo walked slowly to the middle of the field and looked around, "I, the Emei Sect, do not overestimate our capabilities and want to compete with Xie Xun. Please give us your advice."
Everyone immediately turned their attention. After all, the fight for Xie Xun was the main event today. However, everyone had already seen Zhou Zhiruo's martial arts. There were probably very few people here who could surpass her, and she was never seen using the Yitian Sword from beginning to end. If
When the Yitian Sword was unsheathed, it was feared that there would be no more opponents, so for a long time no one came forward again.
In fact, what they didn't know was that the Yitian Sword in Jingxuan's hand was just a fake sword. The real Yitian Sword was being remade in Bai Mei's hands and was not brought at all.
"Comrades, what do you mean by this? If no one comes to fight, then Xie Xun will belong to our Emei sect." Zhou Zhiruo said lightly.
Fang Zheng frowned slightly, coughed slightly, and said, "I will count three times. If no one comes to fight, I will announce that the head of the Emei Sect, Zhou, has won the championship."
"one!"
Everyone was in a panic. Everyone knew that Zhou Zhiruo was the only one in the Emei faction who could use wheel fighting to defeat him sooner or later, but no one wanted to be the first to take the lead.
"Two!" Fang Zheng counted again.
"I'm coming!" Finally, a man stood up at the Songshan Sect's seat, holding a big sword in his hand, which was one and a half feet longer and two inches wider than an ordinary sword.
"Tota hand Ding Mian!" Everyone couldn't help but exclaimed and started whispering.
"Songshan Sect can't sit still. This is the second-ranking figure in Songshan Sect."
"I heard that this person has deep inner strength and excellent swordsmanship, but I don't know if he can defeat Master Zhou."
"You can't beat him for sure. It just depends on how far you can fight Master Zhou."
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Zuo Lengchan's thoughts were well known to everyone, and he was just the first to start the wheel battle. As long as the first person takes action, there will be the second and third, until Zhou Zhiruo's internal strength is exhausted.
Zhou Zhiruo had an indifferent look on her face, as if she didn't take everyone's words into consideration at all. She glanced at Ding Mian coldly and said, "Please."
Ding Mian cupped his hands and said, "Please enlighten me."
Before he finished speaking, his legs kicked the ground violently, shattering two pieces of the blue and white stone slab. His body was like a tiger and leopard, extremely fast, and it also carried the momentum of thousands of troops.
The sword in his hand was slashed out with a roar. It was majestic and solemn, like a spear and a halberd, sweeping thousands of miles. The power was astonishing.
He knew that he was no match for Zhou Zhiruo, so he used all his strength as soon as he struck, intending to consume as much of Zhou Zhiruo's internal energy as possible.
Zhou Zhiruo's expression did not change at all, and when she saw Ding Mian's sword reaching a few feet in front of him, he suddenly raised his sword, and a cold star burst out.
Ding Mian naturally knew what the cold star was, but the speed was still too fast. He had no time to retract his sword and defend himself. He only felt a sharp pain in his wrist and almost lost control of the sword.
However, he did not hesitate, and his left hand suddenly reached out, holding the sword handle with both hands, vowing to cut down the sword, even if he was seriously injured.
But at the next moment, something horrifying happened to him. He felt that his hands had completely lost touch, and the connection with the giant sword was completely severed. When he looked down, he couldn't help but feel horrified, and saw that his right wrist had been cut off in unison.
There was only a little bit of flesh attached to his left hand, and blood was flowing rapidly.
Then with a "clang" sound, Zhou Zhiruo took back the long sword and knocked it out.
Ding Mian stared blankly at his two wrists, forgetting even the pain.
All this is a long story, but in fact the two men took action within a split second. Zhou Zhiruo's moves were so weird that they couldn't even see how the sword cut off Ding Mian's wrist just now.
"Are you coming again?" Zhou Zhiruo said calmly.
"Ah!" Ding Mian finally came to his senses. Severe pain in his wrist spread throughout his body, and his scalp exploded.
"Uncle Master!" Two disciples from the Songshan Sect immediately rushed forward, took out gauze, and quickly stopped Ding Mian's bleeding.
Only then did the heroes react. For a moment, they all felt terrified in their hearts. They never expected that Zhou Zhiruo could be so vicious under such a beautiful and calm appearance.
"Master Zhou, we all follow the righteous path of martial arts. It would be too cruel to leave no room for others." Zuo Lengchan shouted coldly.
"The sword has no eyes." Zhou Zhiruo said lightly, cherishing the words like gold.
"Humph!" Zuo Lengchan was furious and slapped the armrest of the chair with his palm, but it did not break it into pieces. However, a layer of white frost quickly spread all over the chair, and even his face turned into a faint
Frosty white color.
Fang Zheng, Qiu Chuji and others all frowned. Zhou Zhiruo directly cutting off someone's hands and feet was more outrageous than directly killing them. It was indeed too cruel.
"If anyone else wants to challenge me, just come up." Zhou Zhiruo scanned the audience lightly. Wherever he looked, the heroes retreated. He was joking. If he is missing arms and legs, he can't use the dragon-slaying knife.
ah.
But after all, there are still some who are not afraid of death. Soon, the Kunlun Sect sent a master out.
The man bowed to Zhou Zhiruo with fear and trembling, and immediately started running around in the field.
A sarcastic look flashed across Zhou Zhiruo's face, and then she swept out a sword, and a circular sword energy swept away.
The man hurriedly jumped up to dodge, but he didn't expect Zhou Zhiruo to strike out with another sword. The man had no time to resist, and was knocked away. He fell to the ground like a sack, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.
Next, each faction seemed to have reached a certain tacit understanding, and sent people to the field one after another. Their martial arts were not high, but not low either. As soon as they came on the stage, they focused on saving their lives, but most of them were knocked out of the field by Zhou Zhiruo within three swords.
Although he was not missing any arms or legs, he was still seriously injured.