Zhao Min's face felt a little hot, and he couldn't refute it for a moment.
These subordinates who have gathered together cannot be compared with the elites of the six major sects.
But facing Song Qingshu, she would not admit defeat.
"So what? There are so many experts in our Ruyang Palace. Even if Zhang Wuji brings many Mingjiao experts here, they will all fail."
"Except for the old Zhang Sanfeng who can support you, the Wudang sect only has two cripples left. Can they stop my attack?"
In terms of speaking skills, none of the ten of them would be his match.
He could not gain any advantage by talking any more, so Song Qingshu remained silent for the first time.
In the past, Zhao Min was threatened by Wei Yixiao and did not dare to go too far. Now with Wu Xing's help, he does not have to worry too much.
He glanced at Uwang Apu and said, "First chop off one of his fingers. I want to see if the bones of the Wudang Clan are all that hard!"
A Mongolian soldier's scabbard hit Song Qingshu hard on his knees, forcing him to kneel down and put his hands on the ground. Two soldiers on the left and right held his hands firmly.
Uwang Apu pulled out the short knife from his waist and walked over with a ferocious smile.
His master Lu Zhanke died in Wudang, and he had long wanted to kill Wudang disciples to vent his anger.
When he raised the knife and dropped it, Kudutuo's figure flashed to Uwang Apu's side and slapped away the short knife with one palm.
"Master Ku, what are you doing?"
Uwang Apu was a little confused and didn't understand why he did this.
Zhao Min frowned.
Fan Yao ignored Uwang Apu and made sign language to Zhao Min.
"I received a secret report that Lu Qingyun has arrived in Dadu."
"so what?"
Fan Yao continued to gesture, "Lu Qingyun is an extremely protective person. If the princess hurts Song Qingshu..."
Zhao Min remembered the scene in Wudang, where Lu Qingyun let her go, but refused to let Ah San go.
Even after receiving a punch from Taoist Baishu, he was seriously injured and still killed Ah San with his own hands.
His unyielding character is really a bit of a headache.
Zhao Min pushed back the soldiers who suppressed Song Qingshu, pursed his lips and kept thinking.
If Wudang doesn't move, it won't move. Can't she move others?
"Go and bring He Taichong and Ban Shulan out."
Uwang Apu took the order and brought out the leader of the Kunlun Sect, He Taichong and his wife.
Zhao Min found it boring and poured the tea on the ground.
The maid immediately took out a gold jug studded with gems and poured half a glass of wine into the teacup.
Zhao Min drank the wine in one gulp and looked at He Taichong and his wife.
"He Taichong, Ban Shulan, what are your thoughts?"
"Bah, you dishonest witch wants us to surrender to the Tatars. Stop dreaming."
In the last competition, it was clearly agreed that there would be no need to compete with internal strength. Unexpectedly, after Zhao Min lost, he refused to admit it and used his internal strength to beat him.
He Taichong felt a dull pain from the wound where his finger was cut off.
"Okay, this time I will definitely convince you. If you lose, you must die!"
Zhao Min whispered to the boss of the Divine Sword Baxiong beside him: "Go and invite Zhuo Bufanzhuo."
She wanted to see if the remaining disciples of the Yi Zi Hui Jian Sect, who had been exterminated by the Tianshan Child Elder, could bear the title of Sword God.
Zhuo Bufanxi was in his teens, wearing a green shirt with a handsome face. He came to Zhao Min with a sword in his hand, "Did the princess get the antidote to the life and death talisman?"
"Mr. Zhuo has joined the service of this princess. He has not made any achievements yet, but he wants the Ruyang Palace to do all it can to help you get the antidote. How can it be so easy!"
"Then what does the princess want Zhuo to do?"
The old witch in the Piaomiao Peak Lingjiu Palace was very capable. Zhuo Bufan knew that he was no match for her alone, so she took refuge in the Ruyang Palace.
I want to use the power of Ruyang Palace to get the antidote, and at the same time avenge the brothers of the Yizhi Huijian Sect.
Zhao Min pointed at He Taichong with the wine glass, "Kill the leader of the Kunlun Sect without using your internal strength, and I will help you get the antidote in the name of the court."
"good!"
Zhuo Bufan is quite confident. In his eyes, the six sects are just like the famous players he killed. Their reputation is greater than their strength.
Zhao Min was quite satisfied with Zhuo Bufan's attitude, so he took the jug and poured himself a drink.
"Headmaster He, don't say I won't give you a chance. If you defeat Mr. Zhuo, I will let you and your wife go on the spot."
"Okay, I will believe you again."
He Taichong took the long sword handed over by the soldier, pointed the tip of the sword to the ground, and said to Zhuo Bufan: "Please."
Zhuo Bufan was not polite. In order to get the support of the Ruyang Palace, Yizi Huijian took action instantly.
The sword light flashed, and each sword was as fast as a sword.
He Taichong was not flustered. In his eyes, this extraordinary swordsmanship was just average.
The Kunlun Sect was founded by the Three Saints of Kunlun, He Zudao, and it goes without saying that their swordsmanship is strong.
The Thunder Sword Technique is even more famous. It can attack the enemy with 16 moves in a row. The sword moves are weird and unique among the sword techniques in the world.
One-word Wisdom Sword is inferior to it by an unknown number of steps.
He Taichong used Thunder Sword Technique to attack, and Zhuo Bufan was immediately beaten to the point where he could only parry.
However, the further the Thunder Sword Technique goes, the more internal force is needed to move it.
Now he has no internal strength, and he is a little weak after the seventh move.
On the tenth move, there was an obvious pause.
Zhuo Bufan saw the flaw, and the long sword cut his neck with a flash of sword light.
"mean!"
He Taichong only said two words and then fell to the ground, covering his neck.
Ban Shulan threw herself in front of He Taichong, looked at her husband who had expired, turned her head with red eyes and cursed angrily, "Witch, is this your promise?"
Zhao Min waved his hand without saying anything, and there was a sound of bowstrings behind him.
Zhuo Bufan dodged and said, "Princess Princess, what do you mean?"
"I said you are not allowed to use internal power."
Wuxing had already made her angry, but his cultivation was indeed powerful, so Zhao Min could only stop playing.
But this extraordinary strength is only at the level of a second-grade warrior, and yet he dares to openly disobey her orders. If she doesn't execute him, how will she be so submissive in the future?
At this moment, Fan Yao had appeared behind Zhuo Bufan and slapped him on the back of his heart, shattering his heart.
Zhao Min smiled and said, "Mrs. He, are you satisfied now?"
"Witch, stop being so pretentious. You are the one who ordered everything. We, the Kunlun Sect, will never give up!"
Ban Shulan's eyes widened, looking at Zhao Min like a devouring beast.
Zhao Minhun didn't care and turned the wine glass in his hand, "Really? Then you go and accompany your damn husband."
The blade flashed past, and Ban Shulan fell on He Taichong's body.
After Uwang Apu wiped the short knife, he inserted the knife into the scabbard at his waist.
"Mr. Song, do you still want to persist? You only have one life, so you must cherish it."
Zhao Min drank another glass of wine, a seductive flush appearing on his face.
"Witch, if you want to kill, just kill, don't talk nonsense!"
Song Qingshu witnessed the tragic situation of the Kunlun Sect leader and his wife with his own eyes, and his hatred for Zhao Min could not be increased.
"Haha, I won't kill you, but I won't necessarily kill your little lover."
