After listening to Han Zhao's words, Zhang Wuji said seriously.
Miss Han, you have to think carefully. Even if you follow me, you may encounter danger. Aren't you afraid?
Han Zhao replied: If it were in the past, I might be afraid, but now I am not so afraid.
If you hadn't given me a breath of air just now when we were in the water, I would have been dead now. You risked your life to save me in that situation. I believe that even if someone attacked me with a sword, you would not just stand by and do nothing.
Zhang Wuji thought for a while and said: Okay, then you follow me.
…
At Guangmingding, inside the Mingjiao main hall, blood flowed like a river.
Whether it was the disciples of the six sects or the disciples of the Ming Cult, countless people were killed or injured.
But in terms of combat power, the people from the six factions still have an absolute advantage.
At this time, Wei Yixiao and Yin Yewang were both injured, and other masters of the Ming Cult were also exhausted and seriously injured.
In the chaos of the battle, only Yang Xiao was left with the strength to fight.
Yang Xiao is now fighting against two grandmaster-level masters at the same time.
One of them was Nun Miejue, and the other was a great monk from Shaolin.
A Zen staff weighing nearly a hundred pounds was being wielded vigorously in the hands of the big monk. Coupled with the sword of the Heavenly Sword in the hands of Master Miejue, Yang Xiao was clearly at a disadvantage.
At this time, Yang Xiao could only defend himself, and defeat was only a matter of time.
Things have come to the most critical moment. Master Miejue has never felt so refreshed in many young years. Yang Xiao has always had a grudge against her. If she can kill this man today, it will be considered as putting an end to a worry in her heart.
…
Zhou Zhiruo was still lucky at this time. At least half of the disciples of Emei died in this chaotic battle, and nearly half of the people from the other five sects were also killed.
As for the disciples of the Ming Cult, six to seven out of ten were lost.
In Zhou Zhiruo's eyes, even if the people from the six sects won, it would still be a complete failure.
Things are far from over. Even if the people from the six sects can walk out of the Mingjiao Hall, they will inevitably encounter an ambush by Yuan soldiers on their way back to the mountains.
In this war in the martial arts world, only those who watch from afar are the real winners.
Song Qingshu on the side was already overjoyed, as the people of the Ming Cult were already at the end of their strength.
He said to Zhou Zhiruo: Sister Zhiruo, look, we are about to wipe out the remnants of this evil cult.
Zhou Zhiruo gave him a cold look: I’ve told you so many times, don’t call me Sister Zhiruo.
Over the years, the four words "Sister Zhiruo" would only make her feel not disgusted when they came from 'that person's' mouth.
As for other people, no matter who called out these four words, she would feel disgusted from the bottom of her heart.
Zhou Zhiruo looked back, but still couldn't see the man outside the hall. She was already very anxious.
"That person once said in person that he would help her rebel against Emei with a legitimate reason."
Now is the final moment. If he doesn't show up, it will be too late when the matter at Guangmingding is over.
…
Yang Xiao, who was not far away, was already exhausted when facing Nun Miejue and the Shaolin monk. At this critical moment, Song Yuanqiao of Wudang also joined the battle.
Yang Xiao had no chance of winning when facing two against one, and now it became one against three. Even Yang Xiao felt a little hopeless.
Song Yuanqiao slashed Yang Xiao's cheek with a sword, and a trickle of blood slid down his face. Nun Miejue blocked his retreat with the sword in her hand, and the Shaolin monk's Zen stick hit him hard in the chest.
Yang Xiao's body flew backwards for a long distance. After he stopped, he spat out a mouthful of blood on the ground.
He glanced at the sword in his hand, which was already full of gaps.
After wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, he sneered and said to the three people in front of him: Well done, I, Yang Xiao, was able to fight against the masters of the three major sects before I die, so it can be said that I died a worthy death.
But after I die, how long can you live?
You are a bunch of short-sighted bastards. My Ming Cult is dedicated to opposing the Yuan Dynasty. How have we offended you over the years that you have to cause such a mess?
You high and mighty leaders, please look back and see how many of your disciples have died. Although my Ming Cult has been defeated, at least we know why we are fighting.
And you? Not to mention these disciples under your command, even you, the head masters, have you figured out why you are fighting?
Yang Xiao's words were spoken word by word and heard by everyone.
Among the disciples of the six sects, few were as insightful as Zhou Zhiruo. Only after listening to Yang Xiao's words did some people begin to think, "Yes, why are we fighting? What exactly did the Ming Cult do wrong?"
Nun Miejue said quickly: Stop spreading rumors and misleading the people here. Now that things have come to this, the six major sects and you are in a fight to the death. Today it is either you die or I die.
As she spoke, Nun Miejue once again waved the sword in her hand.
At this moment, Zhou Zhiruo only felt a strong wind passing by her side, and the long sword in her hand disappeared.
A barely noticeable smile appeared on Zhou Zhiruo's face.
"You're finally here, but who is the girl next to you?"
At the critical moment, Zhang Wuji stood in front of Yang Xiao.
The two swords collided, and his powerful internal force knocked Nun Miejue far away.
After standing firm, Master Miejue looked at Zhang Wuji in surprise.
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