Zhao Min swung her sword and rushed forward.
Today, Zhou Zhiruo provoked her again and again.
"Zhao Min is also a person with a bad temper. If she doesn't kill Zhou Zhiruo, it would be a disservice to her status."
In an instant, these two peerless beauties began to fight each other.
The two men waved their swords desperately.
The sword energy was like a gust of wind, sweeping away all the dust.
Zhao Linger, who was not far away, was shocked when she saw this.
She knew Zhou Zhiruo's strength and Zhao Min's abilities. Even if they risked their lives, Zhou Zhiruo could only withstand ten moves at most.
Zhao Linger, holding two swords, was about to go to help, but just as she was about to fly up, a feather arrow like thunder interrupted her movement.
The person who shot the arrow was Wang Baobao, who was also a famous general of his time and naturally had some abilities.
Wang Baobao's arrow went straight towards Zhao Linger's face.
If you don't take action, then it's fine. But if you do, it will go straight to the vital point.
Zhao Linger didn't have time to raise her knife to block, so she could only tilt her head slightly.
The thunder-like arrow passed directly past her ear.
Zhao Linger's priceless earring was shattered by the blow, and a trace of blood was also scratched on her delicate earlobe.
After failing to hit the target with his first strike, Wang Baobao cursed angrily: "Fuck! That woman with the double swords is Zhang Wuji's woman. Go and kill her. Whoever takes her head will be rewarded with ten thousand taels of silver by this general."
At this moment, the Yuan army soldiers were not afraid of life and death. After hearing that there was a reward, they became even more fearless.
In an instant, dozens of Yuan soldiers holding scimitars rushed towards Zhao Linger hysterically.
Zhao Linger had been fighting with this group of Yuan soldiers for a long time. In addition, she was injured internally by Zhao Min yesterday, and she also had to take care of the baby in her belly.
So at this moment, Zhao Linger's combat effectiveness has been greatly reduced. She is struggling to take care of herself, and she is unable to escape for a while.
Zhou Zhiruo, who was not far away, had her sword-holding arm numbed by the shock, as if she had lost all consciousness.
The long sword in her hand also had cracks like canine teeth.
Zhou Zhiruo roared hysterically. The sound from her mouth was no longer as sweet as before, but instead revealed a hint of despair.
Looking back at Zhao Min, she was a little tired after fighting for so long, but when facing Zhou Zhiruo, she was still able to handle it with ease.
Relying on her powerful cultivation, Zhao Min's sword-swinging speed has gradually crushed Zhou Zhiruo.
She could see that Zhou Zhiruo was almost exhausted at this moment and was doomed to fail.
Zhao Min gritted her teeth and swung the sword again, aiming straight at Zhou Zhiruo's neck.
Zhou Zhiruo raised her sword to block, but there was only a crisp sound, and the sword in Zhou Zhiruo's hand broke.
Despite this, Zhou Zhiruo's hands did not stop moving at all.
With the determination to die, she stabbed Zhao Min in the chest with the dagger in her hand.
A trace of astonishment appeared on Zhao Min's beautiful face, "Crazy woman, you want to exchange your life with mine? Your life is not as valuable as mine."
Zhao Min quickly moved sideways to avoid the broken sword in Zhou Zhiruo's hand.
But it was precisely because of this action that the sword in her hand shifted slightly.
The sword passed by Zhou Zhiruo's cheek. Although it did not hurt her, a few strands of her black hair still fluttered down.
Zhao Min took advantage of the situation and turned around to kick Zhou Zhiruo in the chest.
Zhou Zhiruo, who looked like a fairy, was like a kite with a broken string, with a streak of bright red gushing out from the corner of her mouth.
In a life-and-death struggle, Zhou Zhiruo's body violently retreated several feet away.
However, when she stood firm, the cold edge of the Sword of Heavenly Sword was already against her snow-white neck.
Blood was still flowing from the corner of Zhou Zhiruo's mouth, and endless despair appeared in her eyes.
Like Zhao Linger, at this moment, two heartbreaking tears also flowed from Zhou Zhiruo's beautiful eyes.
Zhou Zhiruo is not afraid of death, she just can't bear to die. She has been lonely and helpless since childhood, and she finally found a spiritual home. The only pity is that she can't continue to accompany him.
Zhou Zhiruo looked at Zhao Min with despair in her eyes.
There was no longer any trace of murderous intent in her eyes.
Zhou Zhiruo closed her eyes lightly and used her snow-white neck to directly hit the cold edge of the Yitian Sword.
Zhou Zhiruo didn't want to die, but she would not beg for mercy from Zhao Min, and she couldn't be captured alive.
But at this moment, Zhao Min's hand, which was tightly holding the sword, involuntarily stepped back.
Zhao Min's action was thoughtless and uncontrollable.
Zhou Zhiruo has the face of a fairy from heaven, and she also has an otherworldly aura.
Just now, the two tears in her eyes were heartbreaking.
Perhaps it was precisely these reasons that moved Zhao Min.
Even Zhao Min, who is as beautiful as Zhou Zhiruo, would not be willing to kill her.
"Zhiruo..."
A man's shout was heard in the distance.
This voice seemed to be a call from the depths of Zhou Zhiruo's soul.
Zhou Zhiruo subconsciously opened her eyes.
Looking in the direction of the voice, she saw the only man in her heart running towards her.
Not only Zhou Zhiruo, but also Zhao Min heard the voice.
However, unlike Zhou Zhiruo, Zhao Min did not look back at Zhang Wuji, but dodged behind Zhou Zhiruo at lightning speed.
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