After striking the target with the sword, Duan Zihao asked Zhang Wuji, "Master Zhang, is my sword still pleasing to your eyes?"
Zhang Wuji smiled slightly, and shook his numb wrist without any concealment.
"General Duan, you are indeed very powerful, and I really deserve to die. Not long ago, I just thought that with my cultivation level, I should not be able to kill you, but now it seems that it has become a question of whether you can kill me."
"From your sword strike just now, I know that there is still a gap between you and me, but this gap is not just a difference in martial arts."
"The gap between you and me is in the cultivation level. You have practiced hard for decades, so your cultivation level is at least twenty years more than mine. However, it is very difficult to make up for these twenty years of cultivation level."
Duan Zihao smiled slightly: "Master Zhang's vision is unique. I also admit that when I was your age, my cultivation was indeed not as good as it is now."
"But, unfortunately, you were born twenty years too late."
As he spoke, Duan Zihao's sword once again went straight towards Zhang Wuji's face.
To be honest, if it weren't for the need to hold Duan Zihao back, Zhang Wuji would have run away at this moment.
But unfortunately, it is far from the time to escape.
Under Duan Zihao's ferocious sword moves, Zhang Wuji could only fight and retreat.
In just a moment, the two men were attacking and defending in different places.
However, Zhang Wuji at this moment was far from being as cool and effortless as he was just now.
Before, Duan Zihao responded smoothly to Zhang Wuji's attack, but now, with the attack and defense in different places, all Zhang Wuji could do was to defend himself.
Fortunately, he had already cultivated the Nine Yang Manual to the highest level.
Even at this point in the battle, his internal strength was still extremely strong.
Zhang Wuji thought to himself, "Duan, you are indeed very powerful, but with my profound inner strength, I can only fight you for a while. As for you wanting to kill me, it is even less likely."
"Wait a moment, after my soldiers from Longcheng rush out, I will use the Great Shift of the Universe to escape. Although I cannot beat you, it will be easy for me to entangle you, but if you want to entangle me, it will be much more difficult."
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On the other side, under the leadership of Yang Xiao, more than 30,000 Mingjiao soldiers were about to tear through the Yuan army's defense line.
Although the Yuan army was powerful, it lacked unified mobilization at the moment. It had the advantage in numbers but could not exert its full combat power.
Yang Xiao shouted loudly to the soldiers behind him: "Soldiers, the most critical moment has come. The leader is trying to tie down the commander of the Yuan army for us. We cannot let the leader down. We must tear open this gap and fight with these Mongols..."
Along with Yang Xiao's inspiring shout, the fighting spirit of the Ming Cult soldiers behind him was further boosted.
Between life and death, who wouldn't fight desperately?
After all, as long as they can break through the Yuan army's line of defense, there will be hope of survival.
At this critical moment, the beautiful spider kept looking back.
She also knew that at this point, her worries would be of no use at all, but she just couldn't help but worry about Zhang Wuji.
If something happened to Zhang Wuji, her life would lose its meaning.
Han Zhao on the side also noticed Zhu'er's worry, and she said to Zhu'er hurriedly: "My lady, don't just stand there, your worries now are completely unnecessary. You can't help the young master at all. If the young master really has an accident, the worst that can happen is that you and I will accompany him together. No matter whether the young master has an accident or not, no matter whether he is alive or dead, we will accompany him."
Han Zhao's words woke Zhu'er up.
Zhu'er nodded and said, "Yes, now is not the time to be in a daze. We should rush out as soon as possible. I just hope that nothing happens to Brother Wuji. If something happens to him, I will never live another day..."
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Zhang Wuji, who is fighting desperately, may not know that even at this moment, there are still countless women praying for him.
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The sky was gradually getting brighter.
A hint of dawn in the distance has come into view.
Zhou Zhiruo and Zhao Linger, who were a hundred miles away, also stayed awake all night.
These two stunning beauties slowly walked out of the central military tent.
Zhou Zhiruo said to Zhao Linger, "Old woman, the sky is starting to brighten. What should we do next? Should we attack or defend?"
Zhao Linger pursed her lips and smiled slightly: "Good sister, even if I beg you, please don't call me an old woman anymore."
"I am a little older than you, but take a good look at me and check your conscience. Do I look old? With my appearance, if I say I am the same age as you, there will definitely be people who believe it."
"I was honest with you and told you my real age, but you always made fun of me because of my age."
"Zhang Wuji is going to be the emperor in the future, so there's no guarantee that he will have other women in the future."
"Men all like younger women. When you are 30 years old, Zhang Wuji will find a 20-year-old girl. Then that little girl will call you an old woman. You must feel very bad."
Zhou Zhiruo rolled her eyes at Zhao Linger, but after thinking about it carefully, she felt that what she said made some sense.
The most important thing is that Zhu'er and Han Zhao will be back soon, or in other words, if they can come back alive.
If the two of them saw me and called Zhao Linger "old woman" all the time, they might follow me and call her that.
That would only make Zhao Linger more embarrassed.
Zhou Zhiruo thought to herself, "Forget it. With Zhao Linger's ability, it's not a loss for me to call her sister."
"If I am willing to call her sister, she will definitely not treat me badly in the future. What's more, those two little girls Zhu'er and Han Zhao have always been against me."
Zhou Zhiruo sighed helplessly. Although she only cared about Zhang Wuji in her life, she could not turn a blind eye to Zhang Wuji's other women.
Where there is contact, there will be communication. Where there is communication, you have to learn to take sides. It is always better to stand in the same camp with Zhao Linger than in Zhu'er's camp.
After Zhou Zhiruo figured it all out, she said to Zhao Linger helplessly, "Sister, you are so magnanimous. I will never call you an old woman again. For the sake of our child, please don't hold grudges against me about the past."
Zhao Linger laughed and said to Zhou Zhiruo, "Good sister, this is right. As long as you are willing to call me sister, I will give you countless benefits."
"Sister, you must keep your word. When your child is born, you will be his mother. With us sisters around, who dares to bully our son?"
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