Zhang Songxi looked at Song Qingshu and couldn't help but admire his wit.
Zhang Wuji's identity cannot be said to be shameful, but it is indeed a problem. Song Qingshu's words just now were all about blaming Zhu Jiuzhen, and he did not mention the identities of Zhang Wuji and Yin Li at all. This can be considered an appropriate handling.
If Master Miejie wanted to show shame, he would not ask them any more questions.
Song Qingshu looked at Zhou Zhiruo in the crowd and gave her a reassuring look.
After the two factions sorted themselves out, they set off on the journey again.
In the evening we finally walked out of the desert.
Then decided to rest here for the night.
When it was getting light the next morning, a loud noise suddenly came from the sky.
"This is a distress signal from the Kongtong Sect." Zhang Songxi looked at the sky and analyzed.
"In that case, let's go and provide support quickly," Song Yuanqiao said.
Master Miejie also agreed to go to support. Along the way, the Emei Sect encountered few attacks. The only time was because his Qinggong was not as good as Wei Yixiao, so he didn't even get a hair and lost a disciple.
Now she really wants to kill people from the Ming Cult to vent her anger and avenge her disciple Jingxu.
The two factions merged into one and charged towards the Kongtong faction.
When they waited, they discovered that the Three Banners disciples of the Ming Sect had surrounded the Kongtong Sect.
Seeing this, Master Miejie held the Yitian Sword and rushed in with a group of Emei disciples.
Naturally, the Wudang Clan did not fall behind and rushed forward as well.
With the support of the Wudang Sect and the Emei Sect, the situation on the field immediately changed. In just a moment, the Mingjiao disciples were chopped to the ground, and those who survived were just hanging on.
Jiejie held the Yitian Sword, looked at them and said: "Everyone of the disciples of the evil cult will be killed, why don't you hurry up and capture them without mercy."
Instead of dampening the arrogance of the Mingjiao disciples, the words of extinction gave them a heroic feeling of living and dying together.
"Bah, old witch, don't try to shake the morale of the army. What we Mingjiao people do is kill the rich and give to the poor, and do good and eliminate evil. This is not a cult."
"Kill the rich and give to the poor, do good and eliminate evil."
.......
Seeing this, Miejie couldn't help but become angry. She held the Yitian Sword and cut off the right arm of the leader.
"A cult is a cult that seduces people and makes them lose their minds."
"Cut off all their arms to prevent them from harming others." Miejie ordered.
Song Qingshu looked at the scene in front of him and couldn't help but sigh at the seriousness of the murderous intention of extermination, but there was no wave in his heart. They were right, and extermination was also right. What was wrong was just their different stances.
"Wait a minute." No, the Holy Mother Zhang Wuji came on stage.
"Master Tai, they have no power to fight back anymore, why not let them go." He pleaded to Mie Mie.
Seeing Zhang Wuji's eyes widen, Master Miejie laughed angrily and said, "Boy, do you know what you are talking about? They are disciples of a cult."
"I don't care if they are disciples of a cult or not, but in my eyes, they are living human lives. Please let Master Tai go." Zhang Wuji insisted, looking at Master Miejie.
Seeing this, Song Yuanqiao hurriedly came over to smooth things over. He walked to Zhang Wuji and said, "Wuji, don't be willful. Master knows you have good intentions, but they also killed many of our Wudang disciples just now, so don't let them go leniently."
"Master, Wuji just said the wrong thing, don't take it to heart." Song Yuanqiao took Zhang Wuji's hand and said.
Song Yuanqiao still had to give him face. Seeing this, Miejie snorted and waved his Heavenly Sword, causing the head of another Ming Cult disciple to fall.
Zhang Wuji's eyes turned red when he saw this, and he felt very sad.
The remaining disciples of the Ming Cult respectfully said to Zhang Wuji: "Thank you, little brother, for speaking out just now, but I, the disciples of the Ming Cult, are afraid of everything except death. If you want to kill this old witch, then kill her. Eighteen years later, brother They are another good guy.”
"Hahaha."
Seeing this, Miejie became even more angry, "Since you want to die, then I will make it happen for you."
"Disciples obey the order and kill them."
"Yes, Master."
No Emei disciple could stop the extermination order. Even Zhou Zhiruo raised his hand to kill a Ming Cult disciple with disgusting eyes.
Speaking of which, this was her first time killing someone. It felt okay, just like killing a chicken.
Looking at the obedient Emei disciples around him, Miejie was still very happy. Especially Zhou Zhiruo, the subject of the key inspection, performed very well and showed no mercy.
Zhang Wuji looked at the fallen corpses of the Ming Cult disciples, feeling quite aggrieved and angry. Why? Why must they be exterminated? Can the practice of killing innocent people indiscriminately be called the right way?
If Song Yuanqiao hadn't pulled Zhang Wuji along with him, he would have stepped forward to question Master Miejie.
At this time, King Yin Ye, who was watching the battle on the mountainside, saw the Ming Cult disciples being brutally slaughtered. His heart suddenly surged with passion. A feeling of sorrow for the death of a rabbit and a fox was rippling in his heart. He immediately ordered the goshawks to be released in the air to attack Wudang, Emei, and Kong. Surrounded by caves.
"kill."
A great war began.
Zhang Wuji saw King Yin Ye from a distance and immediately recognized him as his uncle. He was happy but also a little anxious.
He knew how powerful his team was. Master Miejie and the Seven Heroes of Wudang were all here. He was afraid that his uncle would die here.
Song Yuanqiao was aware of Zhang Wuji's unusual behavior, but looking at the look on King Yin Ye's face, he knew that this could not be solved by talking loudly, so he had to fight first.
Among the group of people, Song Qingshu stood out.
He never takes the initiative to kill, but if someone wants to kill him, don't blame him for being rude. He usually kills him with one sword. In his spare time, he helps other Wudang disciples, knocking away the weapons in the enemy's hands or knocking them away. Kick the enemy away with your feet.
All the way to Zhou Zhiruo's side, Song Qingshu stopped moving, guarding her, and pretended to lower his own strength to cooperate with Zhou Zhiruo, and they complemented each other for a while.
Soon the members of the Sky Eagle Sect were heavily injured, but on Song Qingshu's side, in addition to the Kongtong Sect, Wudang and Emei's casualties were still within control.
However, everyone also worked hard. Among the crowd, Yin Li and Zhang Wuji were the most special. Yin Li pulled Zhang Wuji and wanted to run away, while Zhang Wuji looked at the crowd and didn't know who he should help.
Suddenly Zhang Wuji mobilized his inner strength and used the Lion's Roar Kung Fu to shout: "Stop."
Everyone was stunned when they heard this, and then retreated on guard.
Song Qingshu stood in front of Zhou Zhiruo, and the Taoist robe on his body was not stained with a drop of blood. If it weren't for the blood stains on the sword, he would have thought that he had not contributed just now.
Song Qingshu and Zhou Zhiruo looked at Zhang Wuji curiously, wondering what else Zhang Wuji could say.
"Uncle, uncle, please stop fighting." Zhang Wuji said painfully.
Song Yuanqiao looked at the helpless Zhang Wuji, sighed and said, "Uncle, I promise you."
After saying this, he sheathed the long sword. Upon seeing this, everyone in the Wudang Sect sheathed their swords.
"Uncle? You are Zhang Wuji, my poor nephew." King Yin Ye ignored the attention of everyone and ran to Zhang Wuji and hugged him.
"Good boy, now that you have grown so big." King Yin Ye said with a smile.
Yin Li, who was beside Zhang Wuji, looked at King Yin Ye, feeling furious. This was the first time she saw her cheap dad with such a rich expression.
