In the face of absolute force, Han Yulou could only suppress the anger in his heart.
Those bastards from the six sects were already badly injured, so he didn't care even if a few of them were rescued. But it was different for Zhang Wuji.
He is the leader of the Ming Cult, and his disciples are not all over the world. If this person is not eliminated, there will be trouble in the future.
Han Yulou knew that he could not defeat Zhang Sanfeng, so he could only place all his hopes on the Tiger Guards outside the city.
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Under the leadership of Zhang Wuji and Zhou Zhiruo, the remaining people from the six sects have already reached the city gate.
Victory is in sight. As long as they get out of the city gate, they will be halfway to success. The rest depends on themselves.
The Yuan soldiers surrounding the city gate were no match for Zhang Wuji. Even the torrential rain of arrows and stones could not stop him.
The moment the city gate opened, it seemed that all living people saw hope.
But the sound of the horn that followed made everyone's heart tremble again.
The sound of the horn is only used when Mongolian soldiers charge.
When the shrill sound of the horn reached Zhang Wuji's ears, he held Zhou Zhiruo's hand tightly.
Zhang Wuji shouted to the people behind him: The city gates are open, everyone run for your lives...
Led by the Lu Zhangke, tens of thousands of Tiger Guards mounted their horses.
Although it was night, one could still see billowing smoke and dust rising from the ground.
With such a formation, not to mention Zhang Wuji alone, even ten of them would not be able to stop it.
All he could do now was to run away with Zhou Zhiruo.
As for the remaining people from the six sects, it all depends on their own fate.
Zhang Wuji took Zhou Zhiruo's hand and disappeared from everyone's sight in a flash.
And those people from the six factions also fled in all directions after rushing out of the city gate.
Fortunately, they all had some skills, and under the cover of night, a few of them were able to escape.
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Inside the city, Zhang Sanfeng also heard the horn sound clearly.
He smiled and said to Han Yulou: Young man, it’s time for me to go. I, an old man, usually won’t leave Wudang Mountain. If you want to find someone to spar with in the future, you can come to Wudang to find me.
Ha ha ha ha……
A man in white rose from the ground, and in the blink of an eye, the centenarian old man from Wudang disappeared from Han Yulou's sight.
After seeing him leave, Han Yulou hurriedly ran towards the city gate.
As soon as he arrived at the city gate, he saw Lu Zhangke and the Huben Army behind him.
Lu Zhangke quickly returned the troop mobilization token to Han Yulou.
After he took the token, he only said one word.
Chase.
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Zhang Wuji and Zhou Zhiruo will definitely escape.
On the day they fought with Zhao Min, they escaped despite being badly injured. Even more so now, on a night like this, the two of them would have disappeared into the darkness long ago.
Not to mention Zhang Sanfeng, how could a man of his level of cultivation be caught by the soldiers?
As for the remaining people from the six sects, it is hard to say.
When they were in the city, most of them had been killed or wounded. The Mongols' scimitars and bows and arrows were world-famous.
Zhang Wuji took a quick look while escaping.
The number of people rushing out behind him was no more than two hundred people.
As for how many of these two hundred people can finally escape, that depends on their own fate.
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The pursuit by the Tiger Guards lasted for two or three hours.
During these two or three hours, they captured more than a hundred people, and these more than a hundred people were killed on the spot.
Strictly speaking, Zhao Min's plan was successful.
Half of the people from the six sects were killed or injured when they besieged Guangmingding. Now, there are only a few people left alive from the six sects.
Even if a few leaders or similar figures escaped, Zhao Min would not worry anymore.
After this battle, it is likely that these forces in the underworld will not be able to recover for more than ten or twenty years.
As for ten or twenty years from now, Zhao Min is confident that she can rebuild this ruined land.
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On a small hillside dozens of miles outside the city, three people were looking into the distance.
These three people are Zhang Sanfeng, Zhang Wuji and Zhou Zhiruo.
A capable person can escape even if he encounters thousands of troops. An incompetent person can only rely on his fate.
After a long time, Zhou Zhiruo spoke first.
When they besieged Guangmingding, the six sects gathered about 3,500 people, all of whom were outstanding disciples of the sect.
Together with the hundreds of people who participated in the rescue last night, that was the last possessions of the six factions.
If they hadn't come, perhaps it would have been the best outcome.
At the very least, it can leave some sparks for these sects in the world.
Now that things have come to this, no one knows how many people will be able to escape alive.
Zhang Sanfeng laughed and said: Girl Zhou, you don’t need to be sad. I am over a hundred years old. I dare not say that I have realized anything, but I have learned that no matter what time, I must be able to take it up and let it go.
In my life, I have witnessed the passing of countless good friends, the demise of countless sects, and even the destruction of the Song Dynasty.
I have witnessed scenes of mountains of corpses and seas of blood countless times. As a human being, as long as you have a clear conscience, everything else depends on you. As for other things, half of the decision depends on you and half on God.
As he spoke, Zhang Sanfeng turned his gaze towards Zhang Wuji again.
Disciple, you are now the leader of the Ming Cult. I wonder what your plans are for the future?
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