When Zhou Zhiruo saw Zhang Wuji pointing his finger at her master again, she was left with shock and helplessness.
"My master, although she is a woman, her master-level strength is genuine!"
Shocked, Zhou Zhiruo prepared for the worst.
The current situation is very unfavorable for this group of Ming Cult members. She doesn't know why Zhang Wuji would stand up at this time.
But everything in front of her reminded her of a scene ten years ago.
Ten years ago, I was being chased by Yuan soldiers on the street. If he hadn't stepped forward, how could I be alive today?
Girls' hearts are sometimes very simple.
In Zhou Zhiruo's heart, she will be good to whoever treats her well. Zhang Wuji in front of her saved her life in the past. Just for that kindness, it is worth her risking her life today.
…
The sword in Nun Miejue's hand hummed like a dragon's roar, resounding between heaven and earth.
It has been many years since I have been provoked like this.
A strange smile appeared on Master Miejue's face.
She said to Zhang Wuji in front of her: Young man, your kung fu is very good. Among the young people of the six major sects, you can perhaps be called the strongest. If you can control your temper and practice hard for another ten years, you may become a master of the generation. But it's a pity that you are gone now.
…
A dragon roar pierced the sky, and as the sword of the Heavenly Sword was swung, a dazzling white light was extremely eye-catching. The victory of the army was so great that people dared not look directly at it.
Zhou Zhiruo snatched the sword from a senior sister beside her without thinking. Today's incident was definitely not going to end well.
If Brother Wuji is defeated by his master, then he will definitely be charged with the crime of betraying his master and ancestors today.
…
Nun Miejue's sword was like a raging wave crashing against the shore, sweeping away all the remaining clouds. The domineering sword energy seemed to be able to tear the heaven and earth apart.
Zhang Wuji was also extremely shocked.
As expected, no one should be underestimated. Anyone who can become the head of a sect has master-level abilities.
Zhang Wuji quickly moved sideways to avoid the sword that could tear the sky and earth apart.
Then, his arm shook slightly, and the long sword that originally belonged to Zhou Zhiruo also made bursts of crying sounds.
This cry is different from the sound made by the Sword of the Heavenly Sword.
This cry is like a mountain stream. Although it feels weak, it can hit the heart and make people feel scared from the bottom of their hearts.
All the other masters who were watching the battle were extremely shocked, and Song Yuanqiao even exclaimed, "What a domineering internal force."
Zhang Wuji held the sword in his right hand, but his left hand hooked onto the blade.
As his left hand slowly moved across the blade, a beam of white light attached to the blade.
Everyone present was shocked when they saw this.
"Exposing murderous intent" is something that only a master-level person can do.
Looking across the entire world, there are probably less than thirty people who can achieve such great success in martial arts.
The true energy refined by the Nine Yang Manual at this moment rushed out from Zhang Wuji's dantian like the water of the Yangtze River.
His slightly messy hair was also moving in the wind.
"So what about the Sword of the Heavenly Sword? I want to see how powerful this legendary weapon can be in your hands."
In an instant, Zhang Wuji's figure rushed towards Master Miejue like an arrow.
When the two swords collided, the Yitian Sword, which had always been able to cut through iron like mud, no longer had its former majesty.
Within a short distance, the two of them swung dozens of swords at each other in an instant.
Even a fool can see now that if Zhang Wuji had displayed such fighting power just now, Zhou Zhiruo and Song Qingshu would have been beheaded long ago.
Quickly retreat...
The leader of Wudang, Song Yuanqiao, shouted loudly.
Afterwards, the disciples of Wudang and Emei quickly retreated.
The remaining two hundred or so Ming Cult remnants also hurriedly scattered to avoid the attack.
The rolling sword energy spread out in all directions with Zhang Wuji and Nun Miejue as the center.
All the grass and trees within a radius of three meters snapped. If it weren't for Song Yuanqiao's shout just now, many people would have been affected by it.
…
In the distance, Zhu'er was not the only one secretly watching the fight, there were also two men in black watching.
One of the men said to the other man.
I can’t believe it. It seems that God is on the side of our Ming Cult. I feel that this young man is no less capable than Yang Xiao.
Another man said disdainfully: The appearance of this young man is indeed God’s favor to our Ming Cult.
His attainments in martial arts are definitely better than you and me, but he is still not as good as Yang Xiao.
Yang Zuoshi has mastered all the unique skills, and he has even grasped the essence of the Great Shift of the Universe, just as the old nun Miejue said just now.
If this young man is willing to practice hard for another ten years, at least half of the future world will belong to him.
…
In a blink of an eye, Zhang Wuji and Nun Miejue exchanged dozens of moves.
Although Nun Miejue was not at a disadvantage at this time, she could clearly feel that she was running out of strength.
She had already expended a lot of energy in the battle with the group of Ming Cult members just now, and coupled with the dozens of moves she had fought with Zhang Wuji, if she continued like this, she would probably be defeated soon.
Helpless, Nun Miejue, after weighing the pros and cons, could only retreat unwillingly.
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