Among the female disciples of Emei, Mu Qingxiao noticed a beautiful woman from Jiangnan. She was dressed in green and had long hair. She was as delicate as an orchid and had a gentle appearance.
On her beautiful oval face, her eyebrows were deeply furrowed as if she was deeply worried. Her figure was slender, and her green dress trailed on the ground. Her figure was graceful, and her waist was slender. Her clothes fluttered in the wind, and her movements were light and ethereal.
Her movements were extremely graceful. She was like a willow tree in the wind, or duckweed in the water. Her body was in mid-air, and she swooped down like a green crane toward the disciples of the Ming Dynasty!
During the battle, her green dress fluttered, revealing her crystal-clear and delicate body. Her skin was as soft as jade, as white as snow, and as delicate as jade.
Perhaps it was because the battle was too strenuous, but her cheeks were flushed, which made her even more beautiful.
The delicate voice that came out of her pink lips was as pleasant as a silver bell, as melodious as a clear spring. It was like water hitting ice, or jade shattering in the wind. There was a sense of transcendence in her delicate voice.
Not long after Mu Qingxiao discovered Zhou Zhiruo's figure, Song Qingshu's gaze was also searching the battlefield. His body flashed, and he rushed into the battlefield.
"Senior Brother Qingxiao, should we join in as well?"
Seeing Song Qingshu rush into the battlefield, the group of disciples behind Mu Qingxiao also had eager expressions on their faces.
These disciples were not old. When they saw the beautiful female disciples of Emei in such a sorry state, they naturally wanted to play the hero and save the damsel in distress. Wouldn't it be wonderful if they could win their hearts?
"Of course we should. Otherwise, why would we be here? The disciples of the Demonic Sect are cruel. Don't show any mercy. Pay attention to your own safety, understand?"
"Yes!"
In the next moment, the elite disciples of Wudang appeared on the battlefield. Being able to save the damsel in distress, and with Mu Qingxiao's warning, it was as if they had been injected with chicken blood. They fought bravely to kill the enemy.
With their appearance, the situation on the battlefield began to change.
There were no higher-ups of the Ming Dynasty on the battlefield. Song QingShu and these elite disciples were enough. Therefore, the outcome of the battle was already decided. There was no need for Mu Qingxiao to make a move.
Mu Qingxiao was speechless when she saw Song Qingshu killing everyone on the battlefield and the smug smile on his face. Weren't they just some small fries from the Ming Dynasty? What was there to show off?
"It seems like these Wudang disciples are not allowed to leave the mountain all year round. They have been Taoist priests for a long time and have not been exposed to much beauty. Their resistance to female disciples like Emei is a little weak. It's best if they don't throw their lives away." Mu Qingxiao curled her lips and said.
Ignoring the Wudang disciples, Mu Qingxiao strolled leisurely on the battlefield. He did not want to meddle in other people's business. However, wherever he went, the Ming Dynasty disciples fell to the ground one after another without even letting out a scream. There were scars on their necks.
At this time, Song QingShu was in a difficult situation. Many Ming Dynasty disciples were attacking him together. Although he was not injured, he could not escape for the time being. Seeing that Zhou Zhiruo, whom he had a crush on, was in danger and could not come forward to save her, he became more and more anxious.
In front of Song QingShu, two powerful Ming Dynasty disciples were attacking Zhou Zhiruo together. There was a lascivious smile on their faces. Fortunately, Zhou Zhiruo's cultivation was not weak. Her Emei Swordsmanship was superb and she had the demeanor of a heroine.
Zhou Zhiruo's strength was at the top in Emei. However, under the siege of the two leading Ming Dynasty disciples, her face became redder and redder. There were many scratches on her green clothes. Her originally orderly breathing became chaotic. It was obvious that her physical strength was not enough.
At this time, Song QingShu saw Mu Qingxiao, who was strolling leisurely on the battlefield, forcing the Ming Dynasty disciples to retreat with one sword. He hurriedly shouted, "Junior Brother Qingxiao, quickly save Miss Zhiruo!"
Hearing this, Mu Qingxiao glanced at Zhou Zhiruo who was in a sorry state. He had no choice but to rush over and hit the air with the Tianshan Yin Yang Palm with an extremely powerful force.
"Clang!"
Accompanied by two crisp breaking sounds, the long sword in the hands of the Ming Dynasty disciples was suddenly broken into two by the powerful force.
That peerless power did not dissipate. Instead, it directly slammed into their bodies, causing their chests to instantly cave in. Accompanied by scarlet blood, the two of them flew out like kites with their strings cut. Their fates were shocking and miserable!
Mu Qingxiao had only used one move to kill the Ming Cult disciple with his palm. Immediately, the surrounding Ming Cult disciples were intimidated. Due to the moment they were stunned, the Emei Sect's female disciples immediately counterattacked. Then, the situation of the battle became completely one-sided.
At this time, Song QingShu also took advantage of the time to kill the Ming Dynasty disciples. When he saw that Zhou Zhiruo was safe and sound, he immediately felt relieved.
However, the strength displayed by Mu Qingxiao shocked him. Moreover, the palm just now was definitely not a secret technique of Wudang Sect. This made him a little confused.
Mu Qingxiao ignored the shock of the crowd and admired Zhou Zhiruo in front of him. Due to her chaotic breathing, her chest was heaving up and down. A trace of amazement flashed in his eyes. She was indeed worthy of being called the two great beauties of Yitian together with Zhao Min. She was really a national beauty.
At this time, Zhou Zhiruo hurriedly recovered from the shock and found that Mu Qingxiao's eyes were fixed on her full chest. Although this kind of thing happened quite frequently, it was the first time she met such an unscrupulous man.
Although he saved her life, he should not go overboard, right? In this twisted Jianghu, which woman did not value her reputation more than her life?
Just as she was about to scold him, she was stunned.
This was because she found that his eyes were very clear. There was no lust in them like other men's eyes. Instead, there was a trace of appreciation in his eyes. This made her swallow the scolding that was about to come out of her mouth.
In an instant, two blushes appeared on Zhou Zhiruo's face.
When she recalled Mu Qingxiao's confident and powerful temperament just now, she could not help but have a good impression of him. She sighed to herself, "The debt of saving my life is greater than anything else. It won't hurt to look at them a little. Just treat it as a return gift."
"Thank you for saving my life, young hero. Zhiruo will never forget it."
When he heard that, Mu Qingxiao naturally moved his eyes away from her chest as if nothing had happened. There was still a calm smile on his face.
As an experienced driver, this was not a problem at all.
"Miss Zhiruo, you don't have to be so polite. I don't dare to accept your debt of saving my life. Emei and Wudang have a deep relationship. It is our duty to come to your aid.
I was careless. "After saying that, Mu Qingxiao slightly cupped his hands and said with a smile," Everyone has a love for beauty. Miss Zhiruo is an outstanding beauty, and Emei's swordsmanship is superb. You have the demeanor of a heroine. You are really a rare beauty in the world. I was a little stunned.
Please forgive me. "Mu Qingxiao did not hesitate to admit his mistake. At the same time, he also praised Zhou Zhiruo. After spending so much time with Wang Yuyan and the others, he had already mastered the method to win women's favor.
After all, there was no woman who did not like to be praised, not to mention in this martial arts era. It was an honor to be called a heroine.
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