Altai mobilized a general and 10,000 soldiers from his own camp, and the four elders followed him to kill.
A quarter of an hour later, when they fought with the Ming army again, they once again experienced the cruelty of war. It was simply a human meat grinder, with screams everywhere and people dying every moment.
Now that I think about it, these so-called elders have enjoyed all the splendor and wealth in the world. They allow the beautiful and loyal female believers in the church to be taken at will, and they also allow the believers' incense money to be squandered. Such a life is clearly the limit of what humans can enjoy.
But why did they rob the so-called Saint Girl from Ming Dynasty? That so-called Saint Girl was simply a huge mistake.
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"Sister Zhou, look, those four people in white robes seem very powerful?"
Zhou Zhiruo looked in the direction of Yu Fei's finger, and sure enough, she saw four people in white robes. They all looked very powerful. Zhou Zhiruo was puzzled for a moment, and then smiled and said, "So it's these four? Those four deserters are back again."
"It seems that they have gathered a lot of masters again."
That's right, the four elders of the Persian Ming Cult were afraid that they would die in this place, so they called many masters in the sect to accompany them. They didn't want to die. After all, there were so many female believers waiting for them to teach them by words and deeds. If they died here, it would be too not worth it.
Zhou Zhiruo and the other women did not hesitate at all. They quickly withdrew and ran straight towards the elders.
In fact, those elders had already noticed the figures of Zhou Zhiruo and others. After all, their figures on the battlefield were too eye-catching. After all, they were all too beautiful. How could so many beautiful girls on the battlefield not attract attention? It was just that these elders had no intention of approaching them. After all, they knew that those women were roses with thorns and not someone who could be picked by just anyone. If they wanted to pick them, not only would they get covered in blood, they might also lose their lives.
But at this moment, Zhou Zhiruo and the others had already taken the initiative to attack, and there was no way to avoid it, so they could only fight back.
However, just when the four elders were about to go forward, the three beauties formed seals with their hands right in front of them. The four elders secretly cried out in bad news. Although they were all people with high cultivation, they were unable to withstand the moves of Qianye and the other two, because the moves of Qianye and the other two were completely different from theirs.
"Fire Style, Wind Style".
Two streams of blazing flames spewed out from the mouths of Longze and Aoi, while Chiba used a more powerful wind escape technique, and in an instant two fire snakes swept over with overwhelming momentum.
Putting aside the astonishment of the four elders, Zhou Zhiruo said to her sisters, "Let's work harder too!" Then, they all rushed towards the blazing flames ahead, brandishing their weapons a few times. More than a dozen sword energies swept away like raging waves crashing against the shore, sweeping away the remaining clouds.
At that moment, Zhou Zhiruo and the others concentrated all their moves together. Fire Escape, Wind Escape, and the rolling sword energy, how could it be so easy to dodge?
The four elders fled in all directions in a hurry, but no matter how fast they ran, someone would be hit in the end. After the women's joint attack, more than a dozen corpses were left in the places affected by their moves. Although most of those corpses were ordinary Persian soldiers, there were also a few masters of the Persian Mingjiao. As for the four elders, one of them was hit by a sword. There was a horrifying wound on his body from the chest to the lower abdomen, which was so deep that the bone was visible. Above the lower abdomen, blood was even flowing out.
The elder didn't feel any pain at first, but when he felt the pain, it was too late.
The elder looked at the wound on his lower abdomen and said in despair: "How is this possible? How can I die in a place like this? I am the grand elder of the Persian Ming Cult. I have many beautiful female believers under my command. If I die, will their faith collapse? If I die, who will comfort their young and pure hearts?"
The elder turned around with an unwilling look on his face. Seeing his expression, another elder also felt a sense of grief. His friend of decades was about to pass away. He said quickly: "Old brother, you can go with peace of mind. I will take good care of your wife, daughter and your beautiful female believers for you and will never let them be alone.
Upon hearing this, the injured elder spat out a mouthful of blood. He looked unwilling and seemed to want to say something, but due to his severe injuries, he ultimately remained silent. He simply hoped that his wife and daughter wouldn't suffer too much after his death!
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The result of this attack was barely considered good, especially since it was mixed with several sword energies in the fire escape. This type of attack was extremely powerful and difficult to defend against.
"Sisters, let's do it again. This time, we must kill more people with this attack."
At Zhou Zhiruo's command, the women used the same tactics again. The battle had only begun less than two hours ago, but three of the six elders of the Persian Ming Cult had already died. As for the remaining three, they were like frightened birds. How could they have the courage to confront Zhou Zhiruo and the others head-on?
Their cultivation was actually quite good, and even if any one of them was picked out at random, it would not be easy to kill them. However, they really could not withstand this combined attack of everyone, with fire, wind, and the extremely domineering sword energy.
For the sake of those female believers who have always been loyal to them, this group of elders had to temporarily avoid the limelight. The battlefield is so big that there will always be people they can defeat. As long as they don't retreat, Altai will probably have no way to deal with them.
Since the remaining three elders had become frightened birds, the second joint attack by Zhou Zhiruo and others did not achieve the results that satisfied them. They only killed a few so-called masters of the Persian Ming Cult.
"Damn it, those damn elders actually ran away. They are so outrageous. How could they be afraid of fighting?"
Yu Fei quickly said: "Sister, should we split up and deal with them separately?"
Zhou Zhiruo quickly waved her hand: "No, it's better for us girls to stay together as much as possible. If we separate, if someone gets hurt, our enemies will be heartbroken."
"Those Persian elders have lost their fighting spirit and I'm afraid they can't cause any big trouble. Let's go and kill the commander of these Persian soldiers here."
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