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At night, under the moonlight, Zhu'er looked at Zhang Wuji's cheek, and unknowingly, she became obsessed with him.
"What are you looking at? Is my face dirty?" Zhang Wuji asked.
Zhu'er quickly shook her head: Your face is not dirty at all, but I didn't expect that you are quite good-looking. Under your masculine appearance, there is some feminine beauty, just like those beautiful girls.
Zhang Wuji quickly said: I don’t like this metaphor, and you are not allowed to say that I look like a girl in the future.
Zhu'er nodded quickly: "If you don't want to say it, then don't say it, but you are really too good-looking. How come I didn't notice such a beautiful man a few days ago..."
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A night later, when Zhang Wuji opened his eyes, Zhu'er was already waiting for him with two grilled fish in her hands.
Brother Wuji, how about trying my cooking? When I was on the Spirit Snake Island, I often made this for myself.
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The people from the six major sects acted very quickly, especially the Emei and Wudang sects.
The disciples of these two sects should add up to about six or seven hundred people. There are probably about two hundred disciples of Emei, and the rest are all from Wudang.
Because Zhang Sanfeng was too old to travel, the leader of Wudang in this expedition against the Ming Cult was Zhang Sanfeng's chief disciple Song Yuanqiao.
Under his leadership, almost all the second and third generation disciples of Wudang Mountain came out.
Song Yuanqiao glanced behind him.
He said to Master Miejue beside him: Master, are we walking too fast? The people from the other four sects are probably still forty miles away.
If we advance so recklessly, we might run into an ambush.
Ambush? Miejue smiled and said: Even if there is an ambush, so what? These disciples under our command are not those soldiers on the battlefield. Most of them have more than ten years of hard study and training.
Even with thousands of troops, I'm afraid they can't do anything to us.
What? Is Mr. Song scared?
Song Yuanqiao shook his head helplessly. This Miejue was indeed just as the legend said. His words were really unpleasant to the ears.
Song Yuanqiao could only smile apologetically and said: Afraid? How is that possible? In order to wipe out the Ming Cult, Wudang has put in all its assets this time. If you were afraid, we wouldn't have come.
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As the leader of this operation, Nun Miejue was quite satisfied with Song Yuanqiao's answer.
As the leading figure in the martial arts world, Zhang Sanfeng, although he did not come in person, at least he sent all of his disciples who were still able to move.
Just when Nun Miejue was feeling gratified, she suddenly heard countless sounds of breaking wind in her ears, and she quickly looked up at the sky.
It was so dark that at first glance I thought it was a locust plague.
But in reality, it was a rain of arrows that covered the sky and the sun.
Disciples, be careful...
After giving a loud shout, Nun Miejue drew out the Yitian Sword that she had carried with her for decades.
With a light swing, a sword energy cut through the sky, and the rain of arrows that covered the sky and the sun was instantly broken by half with this light swing.
But the remaining half still claimed the lives of more than a dozen people.
The masters from both factions also reacted.
The disciples with advanced cultivation levels quickly stood in front.
Of course, Zhou Zhiruo was among them. The difference was that she was not willing to stand in the front, but because she was already the one walking in the front.
Song Qingshu, who was like a follower, showed a rare side of him at this critical moment.
He stood directly in front of Zhou Zhiruo, brandishing his sword. Although his momentum was far inferior to that of Nun Miejue, as the most outstanding disciple among the three generations on Mount Wudang, his combat power was naturally not to be underestimated.
Zhou Zhiruo didn't feel happy when she saw this, but she didn't feel disgusted either.
In Zhou Zhiruo's heart, Song Qingshu at this moment was nothing more than an ordinary person. If she wanted to make her feel good about him, it would probably be impossible in this lifetime.
After a rain of arrows, the sound of shouting and killing was heard, resounding through the sky.
Countless strong men in yellow clothes rushed towards them without fear of life and death.
Seeing this, Nun Miejue just smiled contemptuously. Even the sneak attack couldn't cause her any trouble, let alone a face-to-face confrontation.
After decades of diligent study and hard practice, Miejue can be considered a top-notch master of the time even without a sword in her hand. What's more, she has a peerless magic weapon in her hand.
Wherever the sword light went, it left behind broken limbs. This group of Mingjiao people who were lying in ambush thought they could cause some trouble to the people of the six sects, but they didn't expect that they were just like an ant trying to shake a tree.
In terms of combat power, this group of Mingjiao people is probably less than one-third of the Wudang and Emei sects, and they are not superior in terms of numbers.
It seemed that there were no more than a thousand people, but because there were no top masters participating in the battle, most of the Ming Cult's men were slaughtered in less than half a quarter of an hour.
The remaining two hundred or so people were also trapped in a corner.
Seeing this, Song Yuanqiao shouted, put down the weapon in his hand, and spared their lives.
Meanwhile, Nun Miejue sneered and said, "Why should we spare their lives? If we fail in our expedition to Bright Summit, will they spare us?"
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Everything that happened here was seen clearly by Zhang Wuji and Zhu'er who were not far away.
Everything has its own will. Zhang Wuji said to Zhu'er seriously: You hide here first, don't make any sound and don't expose yourself. I will go and rescue those brothers from the Ming Cult.
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