"Can't you go and help him?" Zhao Min knew that her skills were only enough to deal with the second or third-rate figures in the martial arts world, and Zhou Zhiruo had won the title of 'Number One in the World' during the Lion Slaying Festival, even though it was an exaggerated title.
Looking at the two blurry figures, Zhou Zhiruo shook her head. "It's not that I don't want to help, but I can't. They're too fast. If I force myself to help, I'll only be a burden to him."
"Hmph, you're so powerful when you bully me, but now that I really need you to help, you're so weak. Useless." Zhao Min curled her lips in disdain and rolled her eyes.
Zhou Zhiruo replied calmly, "As long as I can bully you, that's enough."
"You!" Zhao Min was choked by her words, and she snorted coldly. "Since you can't do it, then watch me."
"You?" Zhou Zhiruo looked Zhao Min up and down, and finally smiled disdainfully. "I'll give you a handicap of two hands, but you can't even defeat me, and you still want to help?"
"Big-breasts are indeed brainless," Zhao Min said mockingly. "Not all problems need to be solved with martial arts."
Glancing at Zhao Min's bulging chest, and then looking down at her own chest that was obviously a size smaller, Zhou Zhiruo blushed. Before she could react, she heard Zhao Min shout at the two people who were fighting.
"That … Venerated Ming, your disciples and disciples in Persia have almost all been slaughtered by the Mongolian army. Why are you still in the mood to stir up trouble in the Central Plains?"
"Nonsense, that brat Huo Shan just sent someone to seriously injure the Mongolian army's Western Expedition General Xu Liewu, and he took the opportunity to join forces with the Egyptian Mamelukes to annihilate 20,000 Mongolian elites, and even behead the Mongolian vanguard general Buhua." Venerated Ming sneered.
Although the Persian Ming Dynasty was nominally worshiping Xiao Zhao as the cult master, the real power of the cult was still in the hands of the Great Elder, Huo Shan. Huo Shan was the old man in the mountains who made the European countries tremble with fear.
"How long ago was that?" Zhao Min smiled disdainfully. "You've been running around in the Central Plains since you left Bright Summit. I'm afraid that you haven't been able to keep up with the news, have you? Because Xu Liewu was seriously injured by an assassin, our Great Khan, in his rage, gathered a hundred thousand elite Mongolian cavalry and razed the Vulture's Nest, the headquarters of your Ming Dynasty's Persian Cult, to the ground. Huo Shan saw that the situation was hopeless, so he led the remaining troops of the Ming Dynasty to surrender. However, the Great Khan was enraged by their previous assassination attempt, so he ordered for Huo Shan and his men to be executed. "
"What?!" Venerated Ming was shocked and angry at the same time. It was obvious that this news was too unexpected. In his plan, he needed the Persian Central Religion and the Ming Dynasty of Middle Earth to cooperate. If the Persian Central Religion were to be destroyed, no matter how many forces he controlled in Middle Earth, he would not be able to do anything alone.
"Ah!"
Because he was distracted, Venerated Ming did not manage to evade Song Qingshu's new round of attacks. A few sword marks appeared on his body. He turned pale with fright and quickly focused on dealing with the attacks.
After stabilizing the situation, Venerated Ming cursed angrily, "That Mongolian Little Demoness! She's obviously trying to distract me on purpose! The Persian Central Religion is hidden in the mountains, and there's a bunker every few hundred meters. It's easy to defend and hard to attack. For hundreds of years, all the feudal lords of Europe have wanted to get rid of it, but the Vulture's Nest still stands tall in the mountains. Even if you have a million troops, let alone a hundred thousand, what's the use?! "
The Persian Central Religion of the Ming Dynasty was located in the Vulture's Nest, and there were countless bunkers scattered in the surrounding dozens of miles. For hundreds of years, no enemy had ever succeeded in breaking into the Vulture's Nest. They could not even get close to the Vulture's Nest. Therefore, when Venerated Ming came back to his senses, he naturally did not believe what Zhao Min had said.
"You've been pretending to be Brother Wuji for so long, and only now do you realize that I'm a little demoness?" The corner of Zhao Min's lips curled up. "What you said is the truth, but why don't you think about why the feudal lords of Europe can't do anything to you? Isn't it because they have too few troops and are too far away from the Persian Central Religion? "
Zhao Min put her hands behind her back and said as she walked, "How many soldiers can the feudal lords of Europe muster in a single castle? Of course he doesn't need to be afraid of Huo Shan. Our great Mongolian Empire used to sweep all the way to the banks of the Rhine with just a few ten thousand men. Now, for Huo Shan, we've sent out an unprecedented one hundred thousand soldiers. Do you really think that the Vulture's Nest can't be broken? "
Venerated Ming's heart was filled with uncertainty. Ever since he had successfully taken over Zhang Wuji, he had led the Ming Dynasty and fought against the Mongolian army. He naturally knew how terrifying the Mongolian cavalry was. If Temujin really did send a hundred thousand elite cavalry to attack the Vulture's Nest, the Vulture's Nest might not be able to withstand it.
Venerated Ming's heart was filled with worry, and his movements inevitably became sluggish. How could Song Qingshu let go of such a good opportunity? Taking advantage of the situation, he attacked with his sword faster than the last. The sword aura filled the sky, as if there were dozens of Song Qingshu's attacking Venerated Ming at the same time.
Venerated Ming suddenly realized that there was no way he could turn the situation around. In at most a hundred moves, he would probably die on the spot.
"Little demoness, die!" Venerated Ming roared. He no longer used the Holy Flame Insignia to protect him, but instead, threw all of his power at Zhao Min.
The Holy Flame Insignia had an aura that could destroy the heavens and the earth. Not to mention Zhao Min's delicate body, even hard granite would be crushed into powder if it came into contact with the Holy Flame Insignia. Song Qingshu had fought with Venerated Ming for so long, so he naturally knew this very well. If he were to ignore Zhao Min and continue his attack, even if Venerated Ming did not die, he would be gravely injured. However, Zhao Min would definitely die.
In a split second, Song Qingshu could not afford to hesitate. As if subconsciously, Song Qingshu gave up on attacking Venerated Ming. With a flash of his body, he swung his sword at the Holy Flame Insignia in the air.
Venerated Ming revealed a strange smile. With a wave of his long sleeves, the Holy Flame Insignia seemed to have received an order and suddenly dispersed. They spun rapidly and slammed toward Song Qingshu's body from all directions.
Song Qingshu was worried that he would not be able to save Zhao Min in time, so he had pushed his speed to the limit. At that moment, he had used up all of his strength and could no longer dodge in midair. He barely managed to deflect three Holy Flame Insignia, but the other three Holy Flame Insignia landed heavily on his body.
"Pfft!" Song Qingshu spat out a mouthful of blood. Before he could catch his breath, Venerated Ming's palm had already landed on his back.
Song Qingshu felt as if all of his internal organs had been shattered and the genuine Qi in his body had almost collapsed. He quickly swung his sword backward.
Venerated Ming's pupils constricted and he quickly retreated several feet. Looking at the several bloody holes in front of him, he could not help but turn pale with fright. "What kind of sword technique is this?"
Song Qingshu coughed out another mouthful of blood and shook his head with a bitter smile. He had hurriedly used the Ten Thousand Returning Swords when he was seriously injured. Sure enough, its power had been greatly reduced. Venerated Ming's whole body was covered in wounds, but he had managed to avoid all of his vital parts. The injuries he had sustained were only superficial wounds, unlike him, who had exhausted the last of his genuine Qi to use the Ten Thousand Returning Swords. Now, he had completely lost the ability to fight.
Venerated Ming was obviously aware of all of this and could not help but laugh. It turned out that when he realized that he would be controlled by Song Qingshu if he continued to fight, he had decisively given up on his own defense and used the Sacred Flame Insignia to attack Zhao Min, who was not far away.
In fact, he was also betting that if Song Qingshu did not save Zhao Min, he would only die faster. However, he was an outstanding person after all. He knew that if he took the gamble, he would still have a chance to turn the situation around. If he did not take the gamble, he would definitely die.
All of this happened in the blink of an eye. When the two ladies came to their senses, Song Qingshu had already spat out a mouthful of blood and was half-kneeling on the ground. If not for the wooden sword in his hand supporting most of his weight, it was very likely that he would already be lying on the ground.
The two women's countenance changed at the same time; one after the other they ran to his side. Zhou Zhiruo's qinggong was superior, but Zhao Min was closer. Almost at the same time, they arrived at Song QingShu's side, one on the left, the other on the right.
"Zhao Min, oh, Zhao Min. You keep saying that you love Zhang Wuji, but you've already fallen in love with someone else." Venerated Ming knew that Song Qingshu's injuries would definitely not recover without a few years of rest. Therefore, he was not in a hurry to attack. He first adjusted his chaotic internal breath before doing anything else.
"You're slandering me!" Zhao Min was so angry that her whole body was trembling. However, her heart had already turned cold. Now that things had come to this, the three of them would probably not be able to escape death tonight. She could not help but secretly regret that she should have brought a few more people with her. If Daoist Baisang, Jingang Faction Master, or Jinlun Fawang were by her side, the situation would not have been so bad.
Everything was because Zhao Min subconsciously did not want 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 above Daoist Baisang's, and definitely not weaker than that fake Zhang Wuji's. Moreover, even if he was not a match for him, with Song Qingshu's top-notch Lightness Skill when he brought her to Kaifeng to seek medical treatment, it would not be a problem for him to bring her away safely.
Unfortunately, she never expected that Song Qingshu would give up his absolute advantage in order to save her. Instead, he was seriously injured by that fake Zhang Wuji. In this way, no one could escape.
"Why did you come back to save me!" Zhao Min wiped the tears on her cheeks as she scolded, "I'm more than happy to exchange my life for his."
"Unfortunately, I can't bear to see you die." Song Qingshu sighed softly. Just now, when he saw Revered Ming use the trick of besieging Wei to rescue Zhao, he knew that there was definitely a trap. Unfortunately, he could not just watch as Zhao Min died.
In his previous life, Zhao Min and Ren Yingying were the two women that Song Qingshu loved the most in the golden book, especially Zhao Min. She was intelligent and charming, and had a noble status, but she had the courage to abandon everything for love.
After coming to this almost illusory world, Song Qingshu finally saw the princess who "I just want to force myself" with his own eyes. Unfortunately, her fate at the beginning was too miserable. She had no time for romance and had to fight for survival and revenge. What was more coincidental was that Zhao Min was the woman of his enemy.
After traveling in Jianghu for several years, Song Qingshu and Zhao Min had very little interaction. Compared to Zhou Zhiruo, who loved and hated each other, Xia Qingqing, who had gone through hardships, and Icy Snow, who helped each other in difficult times, Song Qingshu's feelings for Zhao Min were not that deep. However, when he saw that her life was hanging by a thread, he disregarded his own safety to save her. Perhaps it was because Zhao Min represented a dream from his previous life.
Hearing Song Qingshu's words, Zhou Zhiruo's face darkened. However, seeing that he was dying, it was not good for her to lose her temper. She could only glare at Zhao Min and scold, "Look what you have done!"
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