Seeing Zhang Wuji's silence, Master Miejie stopped talking nonsense and struck with the Heavenly Sword in his hand.
Zhang Wuji's figure flashed, avoiding the edge of the Yitian Sword, and at the same time, he also attacked Miejie with both fists.
Wherever the sword light passed, whether it was a stone pillar or the ground, it left deep sword marks.
The more Master Miejie fought, the more frightened he became. If it weren't for the sharpness of the Yitian Sword, it would have been impossible to suppress Zhang Wuji.
Zhang Wuji once again stepped sideways to let the Heavenly Sword pass, grabbed Miejie Shitai's arm with his left hand, and slapped her chest with his right palm.
Master Miejie screamed secretly and was forced to exchange palms with Zhang Wuji. He was immediately knocked away by the powerful Nine Yang Divine Art, and the Yitian Sword also fell to the ground.
"Zhiruo, grab the Yitian Sword quickly." Jue said and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Zhou Zhiruo heard the sound and rushed towards the Yitian Sword, but Zhang Wuji took it in his hand first.
Looking at Zhou Zhiruo's soft body and beautiful face, Zhang Wuji's heart skipped a beat, and he held the Yitian Sword in his hand and handed it over with a smile.
Master Miejie was furious, "Zhiruo, kill him!"
Zhou Zhiruo picked up the Yitian Sword and stabbed it like a conditioned reflex.
Zhang Wuji was still thinking happily that he would be able to spend time with Zhou Zhiruo in the future because of the gift of the sword, but he didn't expect that what was waiting for him would be a sword piercing his body.
"Despicable!" The White-browed Eagle King rushed over and supported Zhang Wuji.
Such an unexpected situation shocked everyone present.
The two elders of Huashan jumped out again, "What are you waiting for? Kill all the remnants of the Demon Sect!"
The leaders of the Emei and Kunlun sects were both seriously injured and unable to fight any more, leaving only the Shaolin and Wudang sects with superior combat power.
Song Yuanqiao said loudly: "Hmph! The two sneak attacks before and after are not what I should do in the right way. I, the Wudang Sect, have not fallen to this level.
Everyone understood that the Wudang Clan would no longer interfere in the encirclement and suppression.
"Oh Amitabha, before the devil's sect is exhausted, I, Shaolin, will also quit."
The two elders of Huashan cursed secretly when they heard that the two strongest factions had withdrawn.
But relying on the Huashan sect alone could not wipe out the Ming Cult at all. He immediately sighed, "Isn't there anyone who can eliminate demons and defend the Tao?"
"Huashan villain, if you have the guts to step forward, I will let you taste the taste of my eagle claws."
Yin Tianzheng's eyes widened and he looked angrily.
"White-browed Eagle King, don't be so arrogant. Murong Fu from Gusu is here to learn from you."
Lu Qingyun was immediately confused.
North Qiao Feng, South Murong.
Isn't this a character from the Tianlong world? Isn't this a tampering? Or is there someone with the same name?
Lu Qingyun looked at Murong Fu who flew into the hall.
He is in his mid-twenties and looks like that. In Lu Qingyun's heart, only Mr. Reader is more handsome than him in the world, and the others are all scum.
Murong Fu folded his fan and pretended to be cool.
He cupped his fists towards the people of the six sects and said, "I'm sorry, I'm willing to work with the six sects to wipe out the remnants of the demon sect."
The two elders of Huashan were immediately happy. It would be great to have free thugs.
They had heard of Gusu Murong who also gave him a favor.
"Hmph!" Song Yuanqiao felt unhappy. The original plan had been successful, but Murong Fu suddenly appeared, making things difficult to handle.
Murong Fu turned around and faced Yin Tianzheng, "White-browed Eagle King, you are seriously injured, so you should retreat."
"Yes, white-browed old man, I miss you so much, so it's better not to be brave." Bao BuTong squeezed out of the crowd.
"Boy, can you still fight? If you can't, get out!" Feng Bo Xie had a fierce look on his face.
Zhang Wuji struggled to get up, but was held down by Yang Xiao. "Young hero has done enough for Mingjiao, now it's up to us to do it ourselves."
"But you have severe internal injuries and are unable to resist."
"They can't stop me, I'll stop them." Lu Qingyun walked out of the Wudang camp.
The words and actions of Murong Fu and his generals were so shameless that they made him feel angry.
"Qingyun, why are you here?"
Mo Shenggu looked back and saw Lu Qingyun walking out from behind.
"Master's uncle, second master's uncle, Xi's master's uncle, sixth master's uncle, seventh master's uncle, Qingyun pays homage to all the master's uncles."
Lu Qingyun saluted all the uncles and uncles with a smile on his face.
"Qingyun, if you are so reckless, how can our Wudang sect face the other five sects?"
"The young man in the demon sect formation is Zhang Wuji, the son of the fifth master uncle. How could I not help him!"
"What? Are you serious about this? Are you sure he is Wuji's nephew?" Everyone looked shocked.
Mo Shenggu was the best friend of Zhang Cuishan and quickly came to Zhang Wuji's side, "Are you Wuji's nephew?"
Zhang Wuji nodded awkwardly, "I'm sorry, Uncle Seventh Master."
"Elder brother, it's Wuji!" Mo Shenggu turned around and looked at everyone in the Wudang Sect.
Song Yuanqiao, Yu Lianzhou, Zhang Songxi, Yin Liting and Song Qingshu all gathered around after hearing the sound.
"You kid, you didn't tell me earlier." Song Yuanqiao said with red eyes.
Yin Tianzheng comforted him and laughed loudly, "My grandson is not dead, Susu, you can rest in peace."
"Hey, do you want to fight or not? I'm so confused." Feng BoE looked at Wudang's recognition and felt very unhappy.
Lu Qingyun was furious, his eyes widened, and Kang Long Youhui immediately smacked him over.
"Be careful!" Murong Fu warned, but it was a step too late. The evil leader of the storm was shot several meters away and thrown to the ground, causing a large piece of the ground to break.
"Mouth handle style!"
Lu Qingyun shook his robe, and a powerful aura emanated from his body.
"Sir." Xiao Zhao ran out from the corner of the hall with a look of joy on his face.
Murong Fu had a cold face and took a step forward, "Your Majesty is very resourceful and will hurt people when you disagree with me. Do you really think you don't take me, Gusu Murong, seriously?"
"Is it possible that the Wudang Clan is so bully and doesn't look down on fellow martial artists?"
"There are so many people in the martial arts world that I can't keep them in my sights, and you, Gusu Murong, are not among them."
Lu Qingyun glanced at the audience with murderous intent in his eyes, "Not everyone in the Wu-Tang Clan can be mocked."
Master Miejie leaned on Ding Minjun's arms, looked at Lu Qingyun and the disciples around him and said, "We haven't seen each other for a few days, and this kid has stepped into the grandmaster's shoes."
"What?" Ding Minjun opened his mouth in disbelief.
"Alas, Master Zhang, I am far inferior to you in extinction!"
Master Miejie sighed and looked at the majestic Lu Qingyun in the field.
He then glanced at Zhang Wuji, who was surrounded by Wudang people, and Song Qingshu, who was standing beside him. The third generation of Wudang was so powerful that it made people despair.
"Murong Fu, aren't you also a talker?" Lu Qingyun mocked.
"You!" Murong Fu was furious.
I originally thought that by killing the injured boy and wiping out the Ming Cult, I would gain the favor of the six major sects and lay the foundation for future actions.
He couldn't win with certainty against Lu Qingyun in front of him. If he accidentally lost, the good situation would be completely ruined.
What's more, now that the Wudang Clan is coming, he can't get any benefits.
Murong Fu rolled his eyes, a smile appeared on his face, and opened the fan with a swishing sound.
"Since the Wudang Sect has stepped forward to protect the demon sect's youth, I, Murong Fu, have nothing to say."
"Right and wrong are fair, and all the righteous martial arts friends present can see it. Gusu Murong Fu will say goodbye!"
Lu Qingyun was a little confused. Murong Fu came all the way to Guangmingding just to brush his face and check in?
Murong Fu walked very gracefully, without any sloppiness. He came in a hurry and left in a hurry.
Lu Qingyun shook his sleeves, put his hands behind his back, and glanced across the six major sects.
"If anyone else is dissatisfied, please teach me a lesson!"
