"I was wondering which expert was hiding there. I didn't expect it to be you." Zhang Wuji didn't look surprised at all when he saw Song Qingshu walk out.
"I thought that Zhang Wuji's temperament had changed. I didn't expect that Venerated Ming had taken over his body." Song Qingshu smiled faintly.
"You're here too?" Zhou Zhiruo was shocked when she saw Song Qingshu's appearance under the moonlight.
Zhao Min forced a smile. "I just said that you'll be glad that you made your attitude clear tonight."
Zhou Zhiruo's expression was uncertain. She thought that if she had behaved ambiguously with Zhang Wuji just now, she would be in a really bad situation right now.
"Zhiruo, I'm glad that you thought of me first when you were in danger." Song Qingshu came to Zhou Zhiruo's side and held her smooth, jade-like hand.
In front of Zhao Min and Zhang Wuji, Zhou Zhiruo subconsciously withdrew her hand and said unnaturally, "Who missed you? I'm just looking for you to help me take revenge."
"You're obviously taking revenge for your ex-boyfriend." Song Qingshu's face didn't show any anger. He said with a smile, "But I'm broad-minded. It's not a big deal to help you take revenge for your ex-boyfriend."
"You!" Zhou Zhiruo was so angry that she turned her head to the side.
Looking at the two of them bickering, Zhao Min felt a sense of loss in her heart. She thought about how sweet she and Brother Wuji used to be … Thinking of this, Zhao Min suddenly came back to her senses. She looked at Venerated Ming and said, "Song Qingshu, if you help me kill this old monster, I can agree to any of your conditions!"
"Any conditions?" Song Qingshu's eyebrows twitched a few times. It was obvious that he was imagining some dirty scenes.
Zhang Wuji laughed. "Are you three done flirting? You're overestimating yourself if you want to kill me. "
"Is that so?" Song QingShu revealed a strange smile, and his figure suddenly disappeared from where he stood.
Zhang Wuji's pupils suddenly contracted. It turned out that Song Qingshu's finger was carrying a sharp sword energy and was only three inches away from his neck.
The two figures touched and then separated. Song Qingshu had already returned to his original spot. Looking at the blood on his finger, he sighed inwardly.
Zhang Wuji touched the bone-deep wound on his face and couldn't help but frown. "I still underestimated your martial arts. I didn't expect you to grow to this extent in just one or two years."
"I say, Venerated Ming, what? You've lived too long that your brain isn't working? It's not the first time we fought. I don't know what makes you so confident. "" We fought before. have be it. We fought. Venerated Venerated. "Be.
"Lowly ant, do you think that was my true strength last time? "You lowly ant. Do you think that was my real strength last time? Zhang Wuji spread his arms. His clothes fluttered even though there was no wind. The hairband on his head snapped, and his long hair fluttered in the air.
Zhang Wuji spread his arms. His clothes fluttered even though there was no wind. The hairband on his head was broken by the force, and his long hair fluttered in the air.
"The Persian Ming Dynasty's Sacred Fire Insignia?"
Song Qingshu's expression turned solemn. In the original work, Zhang Wuji had mastered the Nine Yang Divine Skill, practiced the Heaven and Earth Great Shift to the sixth level, and was taught the Tai Chi Fist and Tai Chi Sword by Zhang Sanfeng. Despite this, he was still beaten by the Persian Wind, Cloud, and Three Emissaries. Apart from Zhang Wuji's actual combat ability, it was also because the Sacred Fire Insignia used by the Persian Wind, Cloud, and Three Emissaries were too strange.
Speaking of which, Song QingShu had fought with Revered Ming twice, but each time, Revered Ming had used Zhang Wuji's own martial arts. Therefore, Song QingShu had been thinking about how to break Revered Ming's The Heaven and Earth Great Shift and Nine Yang Divine Technique. Now that he had encountered the Sacred Flame Insignia, Song QingShu felt like he was going to vomit blood.
"Go away. I may not have the time to protect you later," Song Qingshu said quickly, shielding the two girls behind him.
Zhou Zhiruo shook her head and said, "I'll stay and help you."
Song QingShu knew that Zhou Zhiruo's martial art skill was not the same as it was in the past. Her study of the Nine Yin Manual had reached an extremely high level. Although she could not compare to Guo Jing's attainment in the Nine Yin Manual, which he had painstakingly practiced for decades, compared to other people in Jianghu who had practiced the Nine Yin Manual, her level of attainment would not be at a disadvantage.
However, Song Qingshu still did not intend to let her intervene. After all, his opponent this time was an old monster like Venerated Ming, and he did not know how many trump cards he had. It was too risky for Zhou Zhiruo to intervene.
"You help me by the side, and take care of Zhao Min while you're at it." Song Qingshu knew that Zhou Zhiruo might not listen to him if he said it directly. Therefore, he had to put it in another way.
"You won't get her, right?" Seeing that Song Qingshu still did not forget about Zhao Min, Zhou Zhiruo suddenly had a strange expression on her face. During this period of time, the women around Song Qingshu were simply dazzling her eyes. Moreover, the two of them had clearly come together. If Song Qingshu really had something going on with Zhao Min, Zhou Zhiruo would not find it strange at all.
In fact, Zhou Zhiruo even had a kind of secret joy in her heart. She had lost to Zhao Min in the fight for Zhang Wuji, and she had always been very unwilling. Now, the tables had turned, and she had the advantage of Song Qingshu's official wife. It was time to let Zhao Min taste the bitter taste of a loser.
Before Song Qingshu could answer, Zhao Min blushed and could not help but scold, "What nonsense are you talking about! Hey, be careful! "
A piece of Sheng Huo Ling flew noiselessly toward Song QingShu from the darkness. Zhao Min saw that Song QingShu's attention was on her and Zhou Zhiruo, so she quickly drew her sword and slashed at it.
"Clang!"
The long sword in Zhao Min's hand was broken. She felt as if she had been struck by lightning, and a strange flush appeared on her face. It was obvious that she had suffered a serious internal injury.
Song Qingshu did not have time to check on her injury, and a large number of Sacred Huo Ling had already attacked him. He quickly pulled out his wooden sword and stood in front of the two women to protect them.
Every time the wooden sword came into contact with the Sacred Huo Ling, Song Qingshu felt his breath churning. He could not help but be shocked. Zhang Wuji had mastered the Nine Yang Divine Skill, and there were only a few people in the world whose internal energy was more profound than his. He did not expect that this so-called Revered Ming's internal energy was actually stronger than Zhang Wuji's when he was at his peak. He had only hit the Sacred Huo Ling about a dozen times, but he already felt a numbing sensation in his hand.
However, Song Qingshu had practiced the most profound martial arts of the Tibetan Buddhism Sect, and the double cultivation with a woman had made the progress of his internal energy twice as fast. Although he was still not as good as Revered Ming, the difference was not so great that it was hopeless.
What troubled Song Qingshu even more was the strange attack trajectory of the Sacred Huo Ling. It should be known that he was able to calmly deflect the arrowheads one by one when thousands of swords were shot at him at the same time. But now, there were only six Sacred Huo Ling, and it was enough to make him flustered.
There were many times when he thought that he had calculated the trajectory of the Sacred Huo Ling and thrust his sword ahead of time, but in the end, the Sacred Huo Ling seemed to suddenly defy the laws of physics and changed its trajectory at the last minute, causing Song Qingshu's sword to stab empty air, which was extremely uncomfortable.
Moreover, even if Song Qingshu struck the Sacred Huo Ling, the Sacred Huo Ling would take the opportunity to attack him from behind after being hit.
"Be careful, all of you." Song Qingshu had no time to care about the situation behind him, so he could only warn them verbally.
Zhou Zhiruo nodded. With a flick of the long whip in her hand, a Sacred Huo Ling that was flying toward Zhao Min was knocked away. Zhao Min's little face was pale. She looked at the Sacred Huo Ling in the distance with lingering fear, and could not help but smile gratefully at Zhou Zhiruo.
Song Qingshu knew that he could not continue to be beaten passively like this. If this went on, even if he was not killed by the Sacred Huo Ling, he would die of exhaustion sooner or later. "Both of you, hold on for a while."
Song Qingshu let out a loud roar. He gave up on striking down the Sacred Huo Ling that was flying all over the sky in front of him, and with a flash, he charged toward Venerated Ming who was in the pavilion.
He knew that without him blocking most of the attacks from the Sacred Huo Ling, Zhou Zhiruo and Zhao Min would not be able to withstand the attacks from the Sacred Huo Ling alone. Song Qingshu was actually gambling. According to what Venerated Ming had said before, Song Qingshu was like an old lecher who had been thirsty for thousands of years. He was betting that Venerated Ming would never be willing to hurt these two outstanding beauties.
Exerting the White Python Whip Technique to the extreme, Zhou Zhiruo managed to block all the Sacred Huo Ling that was flying all over the sky at a distance of ten feet. However, every time the Sacred Huo Ling came into contact with the long whip in her hand, her face would turn paler. Just when it seemed that she could not hold on any longer, the Sacred Huo Ling that was flying all over the sky disappeared and flew toward the pavilion.
Glancing at the situation of the two ladies from the corner of his eye, Song Qingshu smiled in relief. He had indeed won his gamble. He did not need to stay in one place to withstand Venerated Ming's six attacks. He could finally fully unleash the advantage of his speed.
Song Qingshu's silhouettes flickered in and out of existence, surrounding Venerated Ming in the center. A moment ago, he was attacking Venerated Ming's temple from the upper right side, and the next moment, he appeared on the ground, aiming at Venerated Ming's hamstring …
Due to the extreme speed, in Venerated Ming's eyes, Song Qingshu's silhouettes were all around him. Furthermore, they were not mere phantoms. Every attack from the silhouettes was real. If he was not careful, he would be hit in his vital parts.
Venerated Ming had created the entire martial arts system of the Ming Dynasty. Even the term 'martial arts grandmaster' could not describe his realm. If it were any other top-notch expert, they would have been killed by Song Qingshu's sword aura that pierced through their hearts and killed them. However, Venerated Ming relied on his amazing cultivation base and combat awareness to withstand the attacks.
There were even a few counterattacks that almost hit Song Qingshu. But because Song Qingshu was too fast, all that was destroyed were his afterimages. Venerated Ming was both shocked and furious. He quickly summoned back the Sacred Flame Insignia to protect himself, and finally managed to turn the tide.
The entire pavilion had long since been smashed into smithereens by the crisscrossing sword aura and the Sacred Flame Insignia that filled the sky. Zhou Zhiruo and Zhao Min could no longer be distinguished from each other. All that could be seen were two afterimages entangling with each other. Wherever they passed, the big trees would collapse, the floorboards would shatter inch by inch, and the flying leaves would turn into dust before they could even get close to them.
The two ladies looked at each other in shock. Zhao Min asked worriedly, "Who do you think will win?"
"Who do you think will win?" Zhou Zhiruo asked her in return.
The two ladies had never been on good terms. Upon hearing her words, Zhao Min frowned. "Aren't you talking nonsense?"
"Venerated Ming's body belongs to your Zhang Wuji after all. He also has most of Zhang Wuji's memories. Actually, if you turn a blind eye to it, he's no different from Zhang Wuji. Do you really want him to die?" Zhou Zhiruo smiled maliciously.
"In my heart, Brother Wuji is already dead. That person is his murderer," Zhao Min said coldly, her expression cold.
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