"If anyone gets in the way, kill him. If Buddha gets in the way, kill Buddha?"
After hearing this, Zhao Min laughed out loud: "That's amazing! Among all the women in the world, I thought I was already wild enough, but I didn't expect to meet someone like you today."
"Don't worry, sister. I will definitely leave you an intact body."
…
The dragon roar emitted by the Sword of the Heavenly Sword has resounded throughout the heavens and earth. Zhao Min doesn't want to waste any more time talking to Zhao Linger.
"Since she is seeking death, I can't blame myself."
Every sword that Zhao Min swung was like a huge wave crashing against the shore, sweeping away all the remaining clouds.
Although Zhao Linger's double swords were as fast as lightning, under Zhao Min's attack, she could only defend herself.
Zhao Linger gritted her teeth and said, "Damn it, I'm going to fight you."
Then, Zhao Linger's two scimitars were seen spinning around her body like two lightning bolts.
In just a moment, a whirlwind several feet high was set off above the battlefield where the two armies were fighting.
The whirlwind spread out in all directions with Zhao Linger as its center, leaving nothing behind wherever it passed.
Zhang Wuji, Zhou Zhiruo, Wang Baobao and everyone else noticed the fight between Zhao Min and Zhao Linger.
Among these people, even Zhang Wuji, who had the highest cultivation level, couldn't help but sigh: "What a big scene! Miss Zhao might want to use this trick to kill Zhao Min directly."
A whirlwind arose, and Zhao Linger's beautiful figure floated up.
This move is the most powerful one she has ever learned in her life. Zhao Linger believes that with this move, she should be able to kill Zhao Min.
Just when Zhao Linger was feeling proud, Zhao Min sneered at her.
There wasn't a trace of panic on Zhao Min's face.
"So calm? Zhao Linger felt a little uneasy in her heart."
Under Zhao Linger's gaze, Zhao Min changed from holding the sword with one hand to holding the sword with both hands.
Zhao Min slowly raised the sword above her head.
Zhao Min thought to herself, "Grandmaster taught me that the strength of holding a sword with both hands is more than twice that of holding it with one hand. I, Zhao Min, have been practicing martial arts since I was seven years old, and have never stopped for more than ten years. Everything I have today is the result of my own hard work. It is not given to me by others. Even if one day I die on the battlefield, it will not be because I lost to someone, but because I lost to heaven."
With a deafening cry, Zhao Min flew up, and the sword in her hand burst out with a light that made people dare not look directly at it. A sword energy nearly ten feet long went straight to Zhao Linger's face.
The countless whirlwinds around Zhao Linger, which were like blades, were shattered by one blow.
Zhao Linger quickly held the two scimitars in front of her.
Swords collided, sparks flying.
In just a moment, Zhao Linger's two scimitars were shaken out of her hands.
Zhao Linger spat out a mouthful of blood, and then her body exploded backwards.
Zhao Min's sword directly knocked her twenty or thirty feet away.
When Zhao Linger steadied herself, the cold and sharp blade of the Yitian Sword was already against her snow-white neck.
Zhang Wuji and Zhou Zhiruo saw everything that just happened.
Zhang Wuji knew Zhao Linger's strength. Just now, Zhang Wuji thought Zhao Min was going to lose, and even thought Zhao Min was going to die.
But what surprised Zhang Wuji was that the loser was actually Zhao Linger.
At this moment, Zhao Linger's life was hanging by a thread, and Zhang Wuji could not care less.
The seventh level of the Great Shift of the Universe was used again.
Two afterimages flashed by.
Zhou Zhiruo, who was standing by, just felt someone hugging her waist, and then she felt like she was flying.
Wang Baobao, who was fighting with Zhang Wuji, saw this and quickly waved his hand.
Hundreds of feather arrows, like locusts flying in the sky, headed straight for the two afterimages.
…
Zhang Wuji was worried about leaving Zhou Zhiruo here alone, so after taking her with him, his speed slowed down a lot.
Just when Zhang Wuji was about to break out of Wang Baobao's encirclement, feather arrows like locusts flew all over the sky and poured down on him.
Zhang Wuji's steps were stopped again.
As Zhang Wuji's woman, at this moment, Zhang Wuji was truly panicked.
The thousands of elite soldiers that Zhao Min specially prepared for Zhang Wuji surrounded him again.
Zhao Min looked back.
Then, she looked at Zhao Linger again: "Sister, are you waiting for Zhang Wuji to save you? Killing Zhang Wuji may be difficult, but at least my people can hold him back for a while."
"I've already given you a chance, but you thought I was bragging. Now that your death is approaching, do you have any last words?"
Zhao Linger didn't say anything. She just used one hand to gently stroke her lower abdomen.
This seemingly casual action caught Zhao Min's attention.
Zhao Min said softly: "Sister, are you pregnant?"
Zhao Linger remained silent, but a tear of unwillingness flowed from the corner of her eye.
Zhao Linger first looked at Zhang Wuji in the distance, and then she closed her eyes.
Zhao Min understood, "Sister, since you are really pregnant."
Zhao Min smiled bitterly and helplessly. She herself didn't even know how many people she had killed in her life.
She had killed both men and women, but the only person she hadn't killed was a pregnant woman.
…
Zhao Min smiled bitterly and lightly raised the sword in her hand.
A strand of Zhao Linger's black hair floated down.
Zhao Min said helplessly: "Sister, you are so lucky. I have never killed a pregnant woman, and I don't want to kill one."
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