"As you said, if you win, everything will be cut in half."
Lu Qingyun suddenly smiled.
"Qingyun, don't mess around. The Emei sect is a guest from afar, so be careful." Song Yuanqiao warned.
"Okay, uncle."
Lu Qingyun walked to the square and cupped his hands, "Junior sister Zhou invited me."
When Zhou Zhiruo saw Lu Qingyun coming empty-handed, she immediately felt slighted and felt very angry.
"Senior Brother Lu, don't you use weapons?"
Lu Qingyun had a lazy smile on his face, "Junior sister Zhou, let's just use two simple moves to deal with it."
"That little girl is rude."
"Junior sister Zhou, please."
Zhou Zhiruo bit her teeth lightly and thrust out the sword in her hand.
Lu Qingyun's figure moved slightly, swimming in the sword light.
After Zhou Zhiruo finished using the Emei Sword Technique, he didn't even touch the corners of Lu Qingyun's clothes.
"Junior sister, I'm going to fight back."
Lu Qingyun's figure flashed, he held the long sword between two fingers of his left hand, and pointed on the hilt of the sword with his right finger.
Zhou Zhiruo felt pain in her wrist and dropped her sword.
Lu Qingyun turned his fingers, held the sword across his hand, and handed it over, "Junior Sister Zhou, I'm offended."
"I lost."
Zhou Zhiruo took the sword, pursed her lips and walked back to the Emei team.
"Junior Brother Qingyun is mighty, the Wudang Sect is invincible!"
The Wudang disciples burst into cheers the moment Lu Qingyun won.
"Girls of the Emei Sect, put down your swords and go home. You are not suitable for martial arts training."
pill!
Lu Qingyun hurriedly bowed his hands to the Emei girls and said, "Goodbye, senior sisters."
"What a bully!"
Zhao Lingzhu unsheathed his long sword and stabbed Lu Qingyun.
Lu Qingyun was a little dumbfounded.
The body swayed slightly, letting the sword pass.
"You Emei people are too bullying. Every injustice has its owner and its debtor has its owner. Go find them!"
"Hit him!"
Three more Emei disciples drew their swords and joined the battle group.
The Westerners surrounded Lu Qingyun.
The sword light shines.
"Master, what's going on?" Song Yuanqiao didn't know what to do.
"No help is allowed, just watch."
Zhang Sanfeng was not worried at all and said to Lu Qingyun in the field, "You brat, don't hurt anyone."
Of course Lu Qingyun knew not to hurt others, but he was wronged!
"Sisters, please stop, it's none of my business."
Zhao Lingzhu wanted to capture Lu Qingyun, but he didn't say anything and kept stabbing with the long sword in his hand.
"Junior Brother Qingyun is amazing! Come on, defeat them and let them know how powerful the Wudang Clan is!"
The Wudang Sect disciples who were watching did not think it was a big deal and cheered and shouted.
Seeing that even Xi Nu couldn't defeat him, Ding Minjun felt anxious and threw the Yitian Sword to Zhou Zhiruo and joined the battle group.
"There are...there are five of them, can Junior Brother Qingyun handle it?"
Song Qingshu was a little worried.
Mo Shenggu smiled and patted Song Qingshu on the shoulder.
"Watch carefully. After your great master's teachings, Qingyun is no longer what it used to be."
Song Qing was a little sad and a little envious.
My heart is full of expectations for going to Yuxu Palace.
"Emei swordsmanship is indeed very strong, with complex changes in strength, softness, lightness, speed, and agility. It is truly excellent." Zhang Sanfeng praised it.
"Master, there are indeed many flaws in what they used."
Song Qingshu was a little confused.
If Master Neng Tai could praise him, there must be merit, but he just didn't see it.
Zhang Sanfeng nodded approvingly, "The vision is good, but Emei has declined."
Guo Xiang, the founder of Emei Mountain, has a profound family background and is the best in martial arts.
Just when it was passed into the hands of Master Miejie, it was a lot worse.
Relying on the sharpness of Yitian Sword and neglecting his own cultivation and the training of his disciples, Emei's situation deteriorated.
The Emei Nine Yang Kung Fu has not been passed down to her generation.
If not, her disciples would have defeated Lu Qingyun long ago by using Emei Nine Yang Kung Fu and Emei Sword Technique.
Mo Shenggu's face showed sarcasm, "That's because the extermination of selfishness is too strong, and the decline of Emei is inevitable. Then teach your disciples with all your heart like the master."
"Seventh brother, how can you compare with Master?" Song Yuanqiao scolded him, then turned to look at Song Qingshu, "You must practice more diligently in the future."
"Qingshu knows."
Lu Qingyun is a little angry now. He tolerated everything, but in return he was unreasonable.
"Senior Sister Ding, I give up, stop."
"Lu Qingyun, you look down on Emei, right?"
Ding Minjun is now riding a tiger with difficulty.
No matter how fierce they attack, they still can't do anything to Lu Qingyun.
If Lu Qingyun is not defeated today, the Emei Sect will definitely be ridiculed by the world.
"Zhou Zhiruo, form the Emei Sword Formation."
Ding Minjun spoke, and Zhou Zhiruo had no choice but to agree.
No matter what happens today, Emei loses.
For the sake of dignity, I can only continue.
He said to the junior sister behind him: "You Westerners, get out of here, don't hurt anyone."
"Emei Sword Formation!"
The Emei Sword Formation consists of nine people, three in the front, two in the back, three on the left and one on the right.
If the people in the formation are slightly off, they will be injured.
"Emei disciples, you have gone too far."
Song Yuanqiao was angry.
Qingyun's nephew tried again and again, but the Emei disciples were aggressive and did not take Wudang seriously.
If he didn't respect his identity, he would have taught him a lesson long ago.
"It doesn't matter if you are far away from the bridge. These disciples in Emei are still young in skills, so they are good partners for Qingyun."
Master Zhang Sanfeng said this. Song Yuanqiao had to suppress the anger in his heart, looked at Song Qingshu aside and asked: "How should you break the formation if you are in it."
Song Qingshu stared closely at the disciples of the Emei Sect in the field. After a moment, a smile appeared on his face, "Master, Dad, Uncle Qi, I will attack Ding Minjun on the right side of the formation. As long as she is taken down, the sword formation will naturally be broken. ”
"But have you ever thought about it, the person on the right must be the one with the highest cultivation level, and if he can't take it down in a short time, he will be hit hard."
Song Yuanqiao continued to ask with the intention of testing.
Mo Shenggu smiled and said, "If you have a high level of cultivation, then you can wait to die."
"Brother, your demands are too high. If the cultivation level of the person attacking the formation is lower than the formation's eye, then he will die rather than break the formation."
Lu Qingyun had already found the flaw in the Emei Sword Formation.
With Ding Minjun's level of cultivation, it was easy to break the Emei Sword Formation.
But this Wuyan girl is still a disciple of Emei. If her hand is seriously injured, it will be difficult to explain.
"Senior Sister Ding, if you don't stop, don't blame Qingyun for being harsh." Lu Qingyun decided to give one last warning.
Although the Emei Sword Formation could not hurt Lu Qingyun, it could still trap him in the formation and prevent him from escaping.
Ding Minjun felt that as long as he was held back, flaws would appear, and it would only be a matter of time before he was captured.
He said confidently: "If you have the ability, try it."
