After killing a Shaolin monk in seconds, Zhang Wuji pointed the sword in his hand at the six major sects in front of him.
The long sword in his hand made another sharp sound, and this sound was like the hideous murderous aura of the god of death gushing out from them.
Grandmaster?
The people from the six sects all took a step back unconsciously. In their eyes, there were probably no more than a handful of people in the world who could reach this level of cultivation, and Zhang Sanfeng of Wudang was at this level.
Although Master Miejue was bloodthirsty, she had not lost her mind.
"Zhang Xiaoyi's cultivation level has improved a lot compared to the past few days. If the people from the six sects fight him alone, I'm afraid no one can be his opponent. For now, we can only wait and see if anyone will make the first move."
Just as the people from the six sects were looking at each other, another Shaolin monk came out.
Amitabha, I am Kongxiang of Shaolin. Young donor is so cruel and ruthless. I wonder if you dare to put down the weapon in your hand. How about I challenge you to a fight of fists and feet?
Zhang Wuji was speechless. He looked at the monk in front of him coldly: I dare not. I have a sword in my hand. Why should I compete with you in fist fights?
Zhang Wuji took the initiative to attack. In a life-and-death battle, any mercy would be fatal.
No matter who it is, as long as he has the intention to kill, he must also be prepared to be killed.
Zhang Wuji swung the sword in his hand, and the sound of breaking through the air resounded through the sky. Countless sword energies passed by Monk Kongxiang, and the monk's robes were instantly torn into rags.
Monk Kongxiang originally wanted to kill him with the Dragon Claw Hand that he had practiced for many years, but the young man didn't fall for it at all.
Every time Zhang Wuji swung the sword, he aimed it straight at the vital points of Monk Kongxiang. Over and over again, within a few moves, the monk would die under the sword.
Monk Kongxiang already regretted his decision to step forward. Just when he felt he was about to fall, a white light flashed by.
The sound of dragon roars once again rang in everyone's ears.
Two against one, after assessing the situation, Nun Miejue also joined the battle.
Everyone in the world has this habit: when a wall falls, everyone pushes it; when a drum is broken, everyone beats it. This is especially true for people from the six sects.
After seeing Miejue join the battle, Song Yuanqiao from Wudang and two other Shaolin monks also joined in.
In an instant, a five-to-one situation was formed.
Zhou Zhiruo, who was not far away, was already extremely anxious. If this continued, even a master at the grandmaster level would be doomed. What should she do?
Zhang Wuji also felt that the situation was difficult. Fortunately, he had just learned the Great Shift of the Universe. If he only relied on the Nine Yang Divine Art, he really would not be able to handle such a formation.
After he slashed with his sword, he quickly took two steps back. Then the murderous aura on his body doubled, and his messy hair and clothes fluttered in the wind.
Zhang Wuji's figure was split into two. This incredible scene stunned everyone present.
They simply couldn't believe their eyes. How could there be such a strange martial art in the world?
Among the crowd, only one person noticed the clue, and that person was Yang Xiao.
What Zhang Wuji is showing now is the seventh level of the Qiankun Da Neng Yi technique. This seventh level, which no one has ever mastered, is called "Sun and Moon Shine Together".
The simultaneous shining of the sun and the moon did not really turn one person into two, but rather created an identical afterimage.
While the five people in front of him were stunned, Zhang Wuji swung his sword again.
One of the afterimages was approaching Nun Miejue. She quickly swung the sword in her hand, but the domineering sword energy flashed past the afterimage.
Fake!
Just when Nun Miejue was frightened, her wrist was grabbed tightly by another figure.
Zhang Wuji twisted her wrist with force, and the sword in Nun Miejue's hand fell.
After seizing the sword, two afterimages holding two swords flashed back and forth among the crowd of people from the six major sects.
For a moment, heart-wrenching screams were heard everywhere.
After a few breaths, Zhang Wuji's figure merged into one again.
In the main hall of the Ming Cult, all the Shaolin disciples were beheaded.
"In just a few breaths, he killed more than thirty people. This is thanks to the fact that not all Shaolin disciples rushed into this hall, otherwise more people would have died."
After taking a deep breath, Zhang Wuji couldn't help but sigh inwardly, "The seventh level of the Great Shift of the Universe consumes too much internal energy. If I didn't have the Nine Yang Divine Art to support me, I'm afraid I could only perform it for a moment."
He gently waved the sword in his hand.
A crack half a foot wide and three or four feet long appeared on the floor of the Mingjiao Hall.
Zhang Wuji said softly: Anyone who crosses this line will be killed without mercy.
Of the six sects, only five are left, and none of the people from these five sects dare to cross the line.
After taking two more breaths, Zhang Wuji continued: I have no grudges against you. Although I killed a lot of people today, they were all Shaolin disciples.
I admit that even with my high cultivation level, I cannot kill all of you, but I swear here that if anyone among you present dares to draw a sword against the people of the Ming Cult, I will wipe out his entire family.
Zhang Wuji's words were extremely clear, and everyone present could hear them clearly.
Nun Miejue's heart was already bleeding. She was only one step away from achieving great things. Even if Zhang Xiaoyi had come a quarter of an hour later, the Ming Cult would have been destroyed by her.
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