Murong Fu Dongfangqing

"Pfft..." The four elders of Kongtong spat out a mouthful of blood together, and flew upside down two feet away.

"Is this Dacheng's Seven Injuries Fist..." Guan Neng glanced at Zhang Wuji with a complicated expression, and murmured.

When Zhang Wuji saw the appearance of the four elders in Kongtong, he wanted to go forward to heal their injuries, but he remembered the scene where people from the six sects forced his parents to death on Wudang Mountain, so he endured it again.

Although he has a kind heart, he is still brooding about the events of the past. He didn't kill the four elders of Kongtong because he took into account that today's situation is not right. If he dies, if he recklessly kills him, he will only be deeply involved in the enmity between the six sects and Mingjiao.

The onlookers saw that this young man had such high martial arts, especially his internal strength, they were astonished, they all stayed where they were for a while, and were very curious about Zhang Wuji's origin.

Song Yuanqiao and other Wudang people frowned slightly and looked at each other.

Mo Shenggu couldn't help but said: "Brother, why does this person look like..."

"Seventh brother!" Song Yuanqiao hurriedly stopped Mo Shenggu's words, "Let's see."

"Boy, who are you? What is your relationship with the Devil's Cult? Why do you keep helping the evildoers again and again?" Miejue Shitai asked in a cold voice.

"The junior's name is Zeng Aniu, and he has nothing to do with the Ming Cult. He just doesn't want to see this old man die. The teacher is very merciful. Since he was able to let those Ming Cult disciples go, why not today..."

"Hmph, that's your own ability, don't talk too much, if you want to save your life today, you'd better step aside as soon as possible!" Miejue Shitai became even more angry when he heard what happened that day, naturally it was nothing good face.

"Little brother, you have done enough for this old man. Mingjiao is in trouble, and I am duty-bound. You are not a Mingjiao disciple, so you should go down the mountain first!" Yin Tianzheng stepped forward to take a deep look at Zhang Wuji, and said with a little gratitude.

Zhang Wuji shook his head slowly, "Senior doesn't want to go down the mountain, and junior won't go either."

Yin Tianzheng's expression moved slightly, "What the hell are you..."

At this moment, Miejue Shitai interrupted Yin Tianzheng's words, "Boy, if you persist in your obsession, the poor nun will not show mercy today!"

"But master, please make a move!" Zhang Wuji said, clasping his fists.

With a sound of "swipe", Miejue Shitai pulled out the Yitian sword, "Let's take out the sword!"

Zhang Wuji sighed helplessly, "The younger generation's swordsmanship is sparse and ordinary, so it's better not to use an ax in front of the teacher."

"Hmph, arrogance!" Miejue Shitai took Zhang Wuji's words as disdain to compete with her. She expected that a person with such profound internal strength would not know how to use swordsmanship, so who would believe it.

Miejue Shitai's sword tip trembled slightly, and he pierced Zhang Wuji's face with a swift and incomparable sword.

The sharp sword energy rushed towards Zhang Wuji's face, and Zhang Wuji's cheek was stabbed with pain, and he felt terrified. He knew that the Yitian Sword was very famous, and now he has personally learned it, and it really deserves its reputation.

In fact, he chose to face Miejue Shitai's Yitian sword empty-handed, but it was also a helpless move. Not to mention that the Yitian sword is so sharp that any ordinary soldier would be cut off by it. Shangquan and Ti Yunzong can do it well, but as for the Nine Suns Divine Art, it is completely an internal skill, there are no moves at all.

Seeing that the tip of the sword was in front of him, Zhang Wuji stretched out his hands like lightning, and closed them upwards, trying to clamp the Yitian Sword in his hands.

But to Zhang Wuji's surprise, the blade of the Yitian sword was extremely smooth, even though he had already put all his strength into his palm, it only slowed down the speed of the Yitian sword, and he couldn't hold it at all.

Shocked, Zhang Wuji hurriedly raised his head to avoid it, and at the same time pushed the Yitian sword aside.

A sneer flashed across Miejue Shitai's face, and with a twist of his wrist, the blade of the sword followed.

Zhang Wuji hastily let go, and at the same time, an iron bridge, his body fell backwards.

But Miejue Shitai seemed to have expected him to do this, and the Yitian sword slashed down immediately.

"Master Tai shot, it really is extraordinary!"

"That's right, in my opinion, this strange young man is not the enemy of Master Taiyi at all!"

"Well, my bet master can win this kid within ten moves!"

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All of a sudden, people from the six sects were talking about it, and many of them praised Miejue Shitai's superb swordsmanship, but the five elders of Kongtong who had been beaten half-mutilated before turned darker and darker, and stared fiercely at themselves. Those disciples who participated in the discussion.

In just a few breaths, Juejue Shitai has already made seven or eight quick moves in a row. It really is a rabbit rising and falling, flying like lightning, and the move is a deadly sharp move.

However, although Zhang Wuji was forced to retreat again and again, and his figure was a little embarrassed, he managed to dodge with his not weak body.

Feng Bo'e stared at Zhang Wuji in the field without blinking, but asked, "My lord, who will win this time?"

Murong Fu pondered for a while, "If I ask you, no one can do anything to anyone!"

Feng Bo'e nodded sympathetically, "That kid really has a lot of internal strength for nothing, and his martial arts are too bad, but fortunately, his body skills are not bad, otherwise he will definitely be slashed by Miejue Shitai's sword."

Miejue Shitai's swordsmanship is extremely fierce, and his strikes are fierce and fierce. He doesn't look like a monk at all. Seeing that everyone present is standing on end with chills, their hearts are secretly awe-inspiring. It seems that Miejue Shitai doesn't really have nothing but Yitian Sword .

But what surprised everyone was that this young man was dodging with his excellent body skills despite his profound internal strength, and he didn't attack at all. This kind of person was either looking for a flaw in Miejue Shitai's swordsmanship, or he was genuine. Knowing nothing about swordsmanship, this young man is obviously the latter.

Finally, Miejue Shitai's patience was also limited. After Zhang Wuji dodged the extremely fierce sword, he said in a slightly anxious tone: "Boy, do you only know how to hide?"

Zhang Wuji spread his hands, "This junior has low martial arts skills, so I dare not take the master's sword head-on."

"Hmph, boy, the reason why this poor nun fights alone with you is because he doesn't want to be known as a bully, but today's six major sects' move to suppress demons is imperative, if you keep dodging and delaying time, Don't blame me for being immoral!" Miejue Shitai had no choice but to threaten him coldly.

Although her words sounded a bit rascal, they awakened the people of the six major sects. They all saw that the high-level members of the Mingjiao had suffered some internal injuries at this time. If the delay continues, let these people recover, even Restore half of the strength, today's move of exterminating demons will also be full of twists and turns.

Mrs. He took a step forward, "Master's words are justified. If we delay and let these monsters recover, it will only increase the damage of the various sects. In my opinion, we don't need to talk about the morals of the world with these demons. And up, a quick battle."

"As it should be!"

"That's right, if one and a half of these demons escape, there will be endless disasters!"

For a while, people from all factions except the Wudang faction echoed one after another.

Song Yuanqiao stared at Zhang Wuji closely, his appearance gradually merged with the figure in his heart, his body couldn't help shaking, "Could it be really him!"

At this time, Zhang Wuji was also in a dilemma. He wanted to forcibly take Yin Tianzheng away, but after thinking about it, Grandpa's character, if Mingjiao was destroyed, he would never live. Pai is desperate, but he is not the opponent of Miejue Shitai, should he just watch grandpa die?

"No! Never! I don't want to see my relatives die before my eyes again!" Zhang Wuji secretly made up his mind, and said, "What does the teacher want?"

"As long as you can catch me with one...three swords without dodging or dodging, the poor man will lose this battle!" Miejue Shitai wanted to say one sword at first, but remembering what happened in the morning, he hurriedly changed his words and said three swords, just in case This young man is another Murong Fu, so there is still some room for maneuver.

Zhang Wuji nodded, "Alright, master, please bring out your sword!"

Miejue Shitai was not polite at the moment, stomped his right foot on the ground, jumped up, and slashed at Zhang Wuji with a sword in the air.

In time, a dazzling white light flashed on the Yitian sword, which was actually stretched several feet, forming a huge sword, and slashing towards Zhang Wuji.

Everyone turned pale with fright, hurriedly rubbed their eyes, and after a closer look, they found that there was only a layer of phantom of the giant sword outside the Yitian sword, and it was not that the Yitian sword was really stretched.

However, if this is the case, it is enough to explain the magic of the Yitian Sword. You must know that even the top sword masters in the world are very difficult to condense their energy like this. Of course, Juejue Shitai alone can do this step , everyone never thought about it.

Miejue Shitai's sword has no fancy at all, it is completely focused on the Yitian sword, if it is usually against the enemy, such an approach is naturally a taboo, but now Zhang Wuji has promised not to dodge or dodge, any move The power of the sword is not as great as this sword.

"Little brother, take the sword!" Seeing the power of the sword, Yin Tian hastily threw the long sword in his hand.

Zhang Wuji took the long sword, poured his whole body's internal energy into the long sword without thinking, and slashed out with the same sword.

With a sound of "chi", an arc-shaped sword energy about three feet long was drawn out, facing the phantom of the giant sword at an even faster speed.

"Puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff!" There was a slight crackling sound, and the arc-shaped sword energy was exhausted, but the phantom of the giant sword only swayed slightly, and then it slashed down without slowing down.

Zhang Wuji was shocked, and hastily repeated the old trick and struck out another sword, but after thinking about it, it was only a delay for a while, so he felt so hard, he simply struck out seven or eight swords in a row.

Even though his inner strength was so deep, his face couldn't help turning slightly pale, but this effort was not in vain, after the sword qi collided with the phantom of the giant sword, they finally died together, disappearing invisible. .m.

Zhang Wuji breathed a sigh of relief, but the next moment, there were two "clicks", and the long sword in his hand broke into seven or eight knots.

His sword skills are extremely low, and those sword auras are not real sword auras, but forcefully poured internal force into the long sword to form a sword aura-like strength. Ordinary long swords, how can they withstand his recklessness? Therefore, when he withdraws his internal energy, the long sword breaks by itself.

Miejue Shitai knew about the young man's deep inner strength long ago, so he wasn't too surprised by the result of this strike, but was a little rejoiced in his heart, "Fortunately, I said three strikes, otherwise I would lose face again."

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