The Mingjiao's high-end combat power was all injured by Taoist Baishu. The Five Elements Flag resisted with all their might and suffered heavy casualties. The six major sects easily attacked Guangmingding.
The Mingjiao believers who fled into the main hall were all injured and were besieged by thousands of people from the six major sects in Guangmingding Hall.
After Lu Qingyun and Yang Dingtian separated, they came near the main hall again and secretly sneaked into the Wudang Clan's team.
"Qingyun, long time no see." Qingxi greeted warmly.
"Shh, don't talk, otherwise my uncle and uncle will blame you."
Lu Qingyun stopped Qing Xi who wanted to continue talking and looked forward.
In the main hall, the two elders of Huashan jumped up and down like monkeys.
"Haha, no wonder the Demon Cult is so vulnerable. It turns out that the Left Envoy of Light, the Vampire Bat, and the five scattered people were all injured."
"Bah, you clown!" Wei Yixiao was furious and spit out a mouthful of blood.
"Amitabha, the Left Envoy of Light, the Green-Winged Bat King, and the five scattered people, please surrender."
"God has a good life. As long as a few of them are willing to go to Shaolin to practice cultivation, I can save their lives without any worries."
Abbot Kong of Shaolin heard the Zen master proclaiming the name of Buddha and came out more and more.
"Bald donkey, stop talking here and misleading the public!"
"We are born as members of Mingjiao, and we die as ghosts of Mingjiao!"
Zhou Dian cursed breathlessly.
"Abbot Kong Wen, these people from the Demon Sect are stubborn and stubborn, so we, the Huashan Sect, took care of them."
Thinking of being able to kill a famous master of the Demon Sect with his own hands, the Huashan Sect will definitely gain both fame and fortune.
The two elders of Huashan smiled happily and drew out their long swords and walked towards Yang Xiao and others.
Although they were not ashamed of their behavior, everyone present did not say anything to stop them.
Song Yuanqiao frowned, and just as he was about to say something to stop him, he heard a noise coming from outside the hall.
"Little Huashan kid, I'm here to learn some clever tricks from you, Yin Tianzheng!"
Yin Tianzheng's loud voice sounded outside the hall.
Everyone was about to look back when they saw a cyan figure flying over their heads and landing majestically in front of the Ming Cult members.
"Old Baimei, you have escaped from the Demon Cult, so don't wade into this muddy water, otherwise your death at Guangmingding will be in vain."
The two elders of Huashan were panicking.
The White-browed Eagle King has been famous for decades, and his eagle claw skills are unparalleled in the world.
They really had no confidence that they could defeat Yin Tianzheng.
Besides, I only came out this time with the idea of making a fortune, and I didn’t even think about fighting against the Demon Cult.
"I, Yin Tianzheng, am one of the Western Great Dharma Kings of the Ming Cult. Even if I establish another branch, I will not hesitate to give up my old bones if the Ming Cult is in trouble."
"That's not what I said."
The two elders of Huashan licked their faces and walked back to the main camp of the six major sects.
"Shameless coward!"
Master Jue cursed and looked at the Wudang Sect.
"Master Song, the Six Heroes of Wudang are famous all over the world. Why don't you and the White-browed Eagle King have a few fights?"
"Master is so flattering."
The relationship between Wudang and the Mingjiao is quite complicated, and it is also closely involved with the White-browed Eagle King, so it is really not suitable to fight.
When he came, Zhang Sanfeng had secretly told him that he would try to ease the relationship between the two parties if possible.
Song Yuanqiao looked at the looks from various factions and said softly to Zhang Songxi beside him: "Xidi, go meet the Eagle King and pay attention to your propriety."
Zhang Songxi understood, flew out of the Wudang camp, clasped his fists towards Yin Tianzheng, "Senior Yin, please come."
Yin Tianzheng cupped his fists and said, "The Seven Heroes of Wudang are famous all over the world. I have learned my lesson."
Both of them are world-class masters, exuding an invisible inner energy.
Zhang Songxi slapped Yin Tianzheng with both palms in a fierce wind.
Yin Tianzheng formed a hook with his claws and refused to give an inch, fighting with Zhang Songxi.
The two of them were fighting very fast, and their palms and claws met with a loud sound.
After dozens of moves, the claws and palms began to compete with each other's internal strength.
Yin Tianzheng's internal strength was stronger, but Zhang Songxi was young and strong, so the two of them were evenly matched.
As time went by, the White-browed Eagle King was affected by his body and became a little weak afterward.
Ban Shulan, the head of Kunlun Taishang, glanced at him. He Taichong understood and stabbed Yin Tianzheng with their swords.
"mean!"
Zhang Wuji, who was hiding on the beam, flew down, slapped the swords of He Taichong and his wife with both hands, and blocked them in front.
Yin Tianzheng was distracted for a moment and was injured by Zhang Songxi's internal force. He took seven or eight steps back before he stabilized his body and swallowed back the blood he was about to spit out.
He Taichong and his wife failed in their sneak attack. They showed cannibalistic eyes and pointed their swords at Zhang Wuji, "Devil Cult Monster, suffer death!"
The Kunlun School's Zhengliangyi sword technique was extremely powerful, and Zhang Wuji kept dodging in the sword light.
Lu Qingyun looked at the three people fighting in the field intently.
He lacked experience in fighting, and the six major factions besieged Guangmingding. The competition between the major masters was the best opportunity for him to increase his knowledge and accumulate experience.
"The Kunlun sect is in vain for the right path, and its despicable behavior is actually a villain. Wudang Zhang Songxi is not ashamed to be associated with him!"
Zhang Songxi cupped his fists and saluted Yin Tianzheng, "White-browed Eagle King, I lost this game!"
Song Yuanqiao nodded with satisfaction, "Xidi said well!"
Lu Qingyun's face showed disdain.
The Kunlun sect, the Huashan sect, the Shaolin sect, and the Kongtong sect are all full of benevolence, righteousness, and morality, and they act in a truly villainous way.
On the contrary, Emei's Miejie Shitai was not as upright as she was.
Looking at Zhang Wuji, looking at the killing intent in his eyes, one knew that he wanted to kill He Taichong and his wife to avenge his parents.
Ban Shulan, He Taichong and his wife saw that Zheng Liangyi's swordsmanship could not defeat Zhang Wuji for a while, so they looked towards the Huashan Sect on one side.
The two elders of Huashan raised their eyebrows and considered the gains and losses.
"Senior brother, do you want to go up and help? If we cooperate with them in the anti-Yangyi sword technique, we should have no problem in taking down that kid."
"What the hell, who would do anything that is not beneficial? The Kunlun sect is not a good person either. They just want to make more money and take advantage."
The two elders of Huashan were indifferent, but Ban Shulan understood immediately.
At this time, she and He Taichong were unable to get off the tiger, so they had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue the siege.
The seeds of hatred buried deep in Zhang Wuji's heart sprouted and grew stronger.
Scenes of parents being forced to death appeared in my mind one after another.
"You all deserve to die!"
Zhang Wuji avoided the long sword and clasped Ban Shulan's wrist with his five fingers.
With a strong effort, there was a click and her arm was broken.
"Ah!" Ban Shulan screamed, and the long sword in his hand fell to the ground.
"lady."
He Taichong was distracted but Zhang Wuji caught him and kicked him in the chest.
Click!
He Taichong's sternum was kicked off.
Zhang Wuji injured two people in a row, causing the six major sects to take a breath of cold air.
Master Miejie secretly said that Zhang Wuji was very powerful. If he didn't stop him, everyone in the six major sects would be frightened.
He inserted the dust in his hand into the back of his neck, pulled out the Yitian Sword that Zhou Zhiruo was holding in his hand, and flew it in front of Zhang Wuji.
"Boy, it's not easy to develop good skills at a young age. If you leave now and no longer care about the demon sect's affairs, I will keep you safe, otherwise there will be another dead soul under Yitian Sword."
Among the six sects who forced their parents to death, Master Jiejie of Emei was also present.
Zhang Wuji gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, and his anger surged as he watched He Taichong and his wife being rescued by Kunlun disciples.
"Master Jue, what nonsense are you talking to that kid? Kill him and then wipe out the remnants of the demon sect."
He Taichong endured the pain and shouted.
"Boy, it seems you are not retreating!" Master Miejue pointed his sword to the sky.
