Because of the hesitation of Zhang Wuji and others and not daring to use her full strength, Zhao Min did not fall behind for a while.
Zhao Min seemed to have entered a state of madness. While waving the sword in her hand, she continued to shout: "Zhang Wuji, and you two bitches, you are obviously capable people, why do you have to rely on this stinky man? Can't you survive by yourselves?"
"Wait a moment, after I capture you alive, Zhang Wuji will kill you on the spot. As for you two women, I will give them as rewards to the hundreds of thousands of soldiers under my command. How about that?"
"Ha ha ha ha……".
Faintly, Zhao Min actually had the momentum of becoming more courageous as the battle went on.
Zhang Wuji was furious, but he didn't know how to rescue his child.
Zhao Linger was even more furious, "In this situation, Zhao Min actually fought to the death with her own child in her arms."
"This is even more excessive than the last time in Jinyang, when she chased me and Zhou Zhiruo barefoot for more than ten miles."
Zhao Linger said angrily: "Zhao Min, don't think that you can threaten me just because you kidnapped my son. My son is gone, the worst that can happen is that I can just have another one."
"Your life is the purpose of my trip."
As she spoke, Zhou Zhiruo leaned down quickly and swung the sword in her hand towards Zhao Min's calf at an extremely tricky angle.
Seeing this, Zhao Min hurriedly used the sword to block it, but the sword energy still passed through Zhao Min's calf.
Zhao Min first felt a chill in her calves, and then a piercing pain spread throughout her body.
The pain made her terrified.
On the other hand, at this moment, Zhang Wuji and Zhao Linger's hands were desperately attacking Zhao Min.
Zhao Min gritted her teeth and quickly went to the back. She could clearly feel that Zhang Wuji's hand had just touched her arm, and Zhao Linger's hand had also grabbed the long skirt wrapped around Xiao Yuxiao.
The attack missed, but a big hole was torn in Zhao Min's long skirt.
Obviously, given Zhao Min's identity, she can no longer wear this skirt after this battle.
…
This time, Zhang Wuji's cooperation was almost perfect. If it were someone else, they would have been defeated by Zhang Wuji and his men. Even Zhao Min narrowly avoided the attack. However, after this, Zhao Min was indeed shocked, but at the same time, she also calmed down a little.
While retreating, Zhao Min also took the opportunity to look around.
The hundreds of warriors around her had already been caught in a fierce battle, and at least thirty or forty of them had been killed or wounded. Many of the Yuan army soldiers farther away were dispersed by Zhang Wuji's sudden cavalry, but more of them were suppressed to a place not far from Zhao Min.
The situation was slightly unfavorable to Zhao Min, but the shouts and cries coming from the left and right sides and a little further away made her ecstatic.
Because the armies on both sides of her were surrounding her.
The situation at the moment is almost equivalent to Zhang Wuji first surrounding Zhao Min, and then Zhao Min's army is about to surround Zhang Wuji again.
…
The shouts of killing resounded throughout the world. Zhao Min held the sword of the Heavenly Sword across her chest, or rather, she held the sword of the Heavenly Sword across Xiao Yuxiao's body.
Zhao Min took a deep breath and looked down at the injury on her leg.
Then she said to Zhou Zhiruo, "You little bitch, I should have killed you long ago. You ungrateful bitch, you always want to kill me. Fortunately, I spared your life back then, but you are so merciless."
Zhou Zhiruo was rarely scolded in her life, and Zhang Wuji never dared to scold her, but Zhao Min had scolded her more than once. But when Zhou Zhiruo wanted to fight back, Zhang Wuji said, "Let's go. We only have two thousand people and we will be surrounded soon. As long as we are still alive, that crazy woman Zhao Min will not dare to do anything to Xiao Yuxiao."
Zhou Zhiruo took a deep breath and suppressed her anger.
Zhao Linger said to Zhao Min in a cold tone: "My son will stay with you for a few days, so you have to serve him well with good food and drink. If my son suffers any injustice, I will repay you a hundred times or a thousand times in the future."
Zhao Min sneered and said, "Believe it or not, I will kill this brat right now."
Zhao Linger responded with the same sneer: "Go ahead and kill me. If you kill my son, I won't have anything to worry about."
Zhao Min was stunned for a moment. She never expected that Zhao Linger would have such an attitude.
But on second thought, she was certain that Zhao Linger was pretending. In this world, no one would not care about their own children.
More importantly, how could Zhao Min let Zhang Wuji and the others go away like that?
Zhao Min exerted force with her feet and flew in front of Zhang Wuji and his companions. She held Zhang Wuji's child in one hand and raised the sword of the Heavenly Sword high in the other: "Zhang Wuji, now that you are here, why are you in such a hurry to leave?"
Zhang Wuji could hardly suppress the anger in his heart. He spoke word by word, "If I want to leave, can you stop me?"
Zhao Min smiled and said, "I can stop it. This time, I will definitely be able to stop it. This time, none of you will survive."
After taking a quick look at the battlefield situation around her, Zhao Linger said to Zhang Wuji, "Master, we can't delay any longer. We are about to be surrounded and killed. This damn Zhao Min is just trying to buy time with us."
Zhang Wuji said: "I know, and only if the few of us are alive can our son survive. If we die, Zhao Min will no longer have any worries."
"Soldiers, retreat."
After Zhang Wuji said the word "retreat", the soldiers under his command began to turn their horses around, just as he had instructed before, and no one was willing to fight anymore.
Naturally, Zhang Wuji and the other two would not get too entangled with Zhao Min anymore.
The three of them flew away separately, and there was still some distance between them in the directions they fled. So for a moment, it was Zhao Min who was at a loss. She was alone and didn't know who to chase.
But in almost the blink of an eye, she chose a direction to chase.
Zhao Min turned her gaze to Zhou Zhiruo, "Little bitch, Zhang Wuji doesn't feel sorry for his own son, but he must feel sorry for you."
Zhao Min, holding the sword of the Heavenly Sword and with a sinister look on her face, flew towards Zhou Zhiruo.
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