Zhou Dian took the lead in launching an attack on the six major factions, but was quickly defeated. ...
The White-browed Eagle King was besieged by dozens of Wudang sect members. He was exhausted and his body was covered with scars.
Wei Yixiao was entangled by the Emei Sect and the Huashan Sect, and he could no longer support them. .
Yang Xiao was attacked by Shaolin Kongtong in a wheel battle.
"boom!"
Master Yuanyin knocked him away with one stick.
"puff!"
Yang Xiao fell to the ground, vomiting blood, unable to fight anymore.
"Amitabha, the demonic sect has brought trouble to the world for many years. Today is the day when you will be destroyed. Commit yourself to martyrdom! To avoid causing more killings!"
The old monk Yuanyin put his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name.
After hearing this, everyone in the Ming Cult looked depressed and their eyes dimmed.
They had all suffered internal injuries. If the six major factions swarmed forward, they would not be able to stop them.
Rather than that, it is better to save some face for yourself and die with dignity.
Yang Xiao looked at each other and sat cross-legged in front of the altar.
Others followed suit.
His right hand was clenched into a fist, placed across his chest, his eyes were determined, and he was mumbling something.
Burn my remains with a blazing holy fire.
How joyful is life, and how painful is death?
To eliminate evil for the sake of good, there is only light.
Joy and sorrow all return to dust.
Have mercy on my people, there are many sorrows
……………
After thinking about it, they each pulled out their swords and daggers and hung them in front of their necks.
"Amitabha!"
Yuanyin closed her eyes, and many people from the six major sects turned their heads.
The Ming Cult members committed suicide and were martyred in the blink of an eye.
However, Lin Qiu, who was watching the show next to him, knew that things could turn around.
"Wait!"
Suddenly, a handsome young man rushed over with a pretty girl.
"Seniors, the grievances between the Ming Cult and the six major sects were actually instigated by people with ulterior motives. You forced the members of the Ming Cult to death. Not only will you not be able to avenge your dead fellow sects, but you will allow the villain who secretly instigated it to succeed."
This young man faced the six major sects and was neither humble nor arrogant.
"Who are you to dare to speak nonsense here?"
"I, Zeng A Niu, accidentally learned this secret in a cave."
Zeng Aniu is actually Zhang Wuji’s pseudonym. At this time, no one else knew about it.
"Who is this villain who is secretly instigating you?"
"He is Hunyuan Thunderbolt Hand Cheng Kun, and his other identity is Yuan Zhen of the Shaolin Sect."
As soon as Zhang Wuji finished speaking, Master Yuanyin refuted sharply: "You are outrageous. Senior Brother Yuanzhen is so virtuous and respected, how can I allow you, an unknown boy, to slander you?"
Master Yuanyin raised his Zen staff and hit Zhang Wuji on the head.
"suddenly!"
"Huhu!"
The two fought with each other for more than ten moves.
"boom!"
Yuanyin moved a little slower, and was knocked backwards by Zhang Wuji's punch for more than ten meters. The blood in his body surged, and he barely managed to stand still by punching the ground with his Zen staff.
"Good work, young hero!"
Seeing this situation, everyone looked at each other in surprise.
An unknown boy defeated a Shaolin monk in less than twenty moves. It's incredible!
"The five elders from Kongtong are here to learn from Zeng Shaoxia's clever tricks!"
Among the crowd, five strong old men used Qinggong and jumped in front of Zhang Wuji.
The five of them raised their fists to attack Zhang Wuji.
The momentum is like a rainbow and the punches are fierce.
The boxing technique they used was the Seven Injury Fist, the unique skill of the Kongtong School.
"boom!"
The fists of the five people hit Zhang Wuji with great force.
Everyone in the Ming Cult exclaimed: "Seven Injury Fist! Master Zeng, be careful!"
However, Zhang Wuji stood firm and motionless.
next moment.
"boom!"
Zhang Wuji's body burst out with an unparalleled powerful Qi in the Western Zhou Dynasty, knocking away the five elders of Kongtong.
"Forgive me for being rude, junior, but I have the guts to say that some of you haven't mastered the Seven Injury Fist yet."
"Seven-Injury Fist, first injure yourself, then injure the enemy. Practice seven injuries, and all seven will be injured."
Hearing Zeng Aniu reciting the general outline of his unique skill Seven Injury Fist, the five elders of Kongtong were immediately ashamed and felt as if they were being watched naked.
He stepped aside with a face full of shame.
"The poor nun came to fight with Young Master Zeng!"
It was the Emei faction's turn. Master Miejie held the Heavenly Sword in his hand and faced Zhang Wuji with a solemn expression.
"Tsk...tsk..."
The dazzling light of Yitian Sword flashed, and its momentum was like a rainbow.
Wherever the sword's edge reaches, it is unstoppable.
Zhang Wuji dodged and moved, trying his best to avoid the edge of the Yitian Sword.
"boom!"
The stone steps where I had just stood were struck by the Yitian Sword, causing the rocks to fly everywhere.
People from the six major sects all smiled when they saw this scene.
It seems that Master Miejie can finally save some face for the six major sects.
However, after Zhang Wuji moved some distance away, he suddenly activated his power.
I saw him holding up his palms, twisting his body a few times, and the Yitian Sword somehow found its way into his hand.
"What kind of martial arts is this?"
Everyone was astonished.
Only masters such as Yang Xiao from Mingjiao could see some clues.
"The world is shifting!"
"How could this Zeng Aniu understand Master Yang's secret skill, the Great Shift of the Universe?"
…………
When Zhang Wuji was young, he witnessed Master Miejie and others forcing his parents to death.
At this moment, a hint of murderous intent flashed in the corner of his eyes, and he raised his fist to attack the dazed Master Jue.
But after a while, Zhang Wuji, out of the desire to calm down the dispute, endured his anger and just used a level of skill to hit Master Miejie on the face.
Afterwards, he returned the Yitian Sword to her.
"snort!"
Master Miejie had a 'righteous and awe-inspiring' expression: "Kill if you want, why bother showing off?"
"My purpose today is to settle the dispute between the six major sects and the Mingjiao. I don't want to hurt anyone."
Zhang Wuji cupped his hands and prepared to see the injuries of White-browed Eagle King and others.
Lin Qiu, who was watching the show next to him, looked slightly sideways. ...
interesting!
I wonder how many moves Zhang Wuji's Nine Sun Divine Skill, Heaven and Earth Shift, can hold up against his own three-point returning vitality?
Lin Qiu planned to take this opportunity to intercept Hu Zhang Wuji and win the position of leader of the Ming Cult in one fell swoop.
However, he was in no rush to take action.
Hiding among the crowd, he looked like it had nothing to do with him.
On the side of the Emei Sect, the eldest disciple Ding Minjun, in order to flatter his master, said to other disciples, "Master is humiliated, why are you still standing there? Come with me to save my master's face!"
At this moment, hearing the order from the overbearing senior sister, the other disciples felt so miserable!
Even the master can't fight against others. If you let yourself go up, isn't it humiliating yourself?
Although he was extremely reluctant, Ding Minjun did not dare not listen to his words.
Otherwise, if he goes back, he will end up worse than being beaten by Zeng Aniu.
"Keng!"
All the disciples drew their swords and surrounded Zhang Wuji, but their expressions were extremely reluctant.
"You are no match for me, please go back! I don't want to hurt innocent people!"
When Zhang Wuji faced a group of delicate girls, he felt compassion for them.
The female disciples just got off the slope and retreated.
"Huh?"
Zhou Zhiruo, who was standing at the forefront, looked at Zeng Aniu carefully and suddenly showed a look of surprise.
The Zeng Aniu in front of him looked very much like an old friend, both in appearance and temperament.
When the two were about eleven or twelve years old, they had an unforgettable encounter.
Although many years have passed, both of them deeply remember each other's appearance.
"Are you...Zhang Wuji?"
"You are sister Zhiruo!"
Zhang Wuji also recognized Zhou Zhiruo and was immediately pleasantly surprised.
The moment Zhang Wuji's identity was exposed.
Everyone in the Wudang Sect, as well as the White-browed Eagle King, also shouted excitedly.
"He is Zhang Wuji, the son of fifth brother!"
"No wonder his face looks so similar to that of Fifth Brother? He is actually of Fifth Brother's bloodline. He has grown so big and has learned good martial arts."
Wudang Sect Song Yuanqiao, Mo Shenggu and others said with surprise on their faces.
"This is my grandson Zhang Wuji!"
Yin Tianzheng also looked surprised and excited.
"Zhiruo, kill him!"
Seeing Zhou Zhiruo's affectionate eyes, Master Miejie couldn't help but think of Ji Xiaofu, and the hatred in his heart suddenly increased.
"Master, I..."
"Do you dare to disobey the teacher's order?"
Zhou Zhiruo hesitantly walked up to Zhang Wuji with her sword in hand.
Zhang Wuji is a passionate person, looking at Zhou Zhiruo who has grown into a beautiful woman, with a smile on his face and affectionate eyes.
"kill him!"
The demonic sound of extinction sounded again, and Zhou Zhiruo reluctantly raised his sword.
Seeing her hesitant look, Master Miejie urged her repeatedly.
"Zhang Wuji always remembers the fact that he forced his parents to death as a teacher. He has a sworn hatred with the Emei Sect. You must stab him to death with one sword, otherwise there will be endless trouble!"
Zhou Zhiruo was in a dilemma. First, she couldn't disobey her teacher's orders, and second, she couldn't bear to hurt Zhang Wuji.
"Zhiruo, if you don't kill him today, he will kill you in the future!"
Ding Minjun also added fuel to the fire.
Zhou Zhiruo was heartbroken and raised her sword to stab Zhang Wuji with all her strength.
"Wuji, this girl is serious, don't be merciful!"
The White-browed Eagle King saw the clues and warned him.
Zhang Wuji did not intend to dodge originally. Seeing this situation, he took a few steps back, raised his palms and started fighting Zhou Zhiruo.
Although he was merciful at all times, Zhou Zhiruo, who was not good at martial arts, was greatly disappointed and thought that Zhang Wuji did not miss his old relationship.
The sword in his hand kills every move without mercy.
Zhang Wuji didn't have much experience in actual combat, so he punched Zhou Zhiruo and knocked him back two feet, and finally fell to the ground.
"Zhiruo!"
Zhang Wuji ran over with concern on his face.
"Hypocritical, don't worry about it!"
Zhou Zhiruo was completely disheartened and ignored him. She got up and told her master: "I've brought shame on my master. This disciple is no match for Zhang Wuji!"
Seeing that the plan failed, Master Miejie had no choice but to do anything.
"That's all, no one is his opponent in this game!"
According to the original plot, next, Zhang Wuji healed the White-browed Eagle King and others, gaining the respect of everyone in the Ming Cult.
He became a hero who turned the tide, and learned about the Great Shift of the Universe, so he was naturally elected as the leader of the Ming Cult.
Zhang Wuji became the leader, Mingjiao was at its peak, and the Emei Sect gradually declined.
…………
Zhang Wuji felt very disappointed when he saw Zhou Zhiruo looking resentful towards him.
"Sir, Eagle King and Bat King are seriously injured. Let's heal them first!"
At this time, the well-behaved Xiao Zhao reminded.
"good!"
Zhang Wuji nodded, looked away, and first treated Yang Xiao, who was slightly injured.
After Yang Xiao's injury eased, he stood up and faced the people from the six major sects.
"Everyone, Mr. Zhang is trying to turn the tide today. It is my teaching that I should not give up. If there are still those who are dissatisfied, feel free to come and challenge. "If you are convinced, follow the rules of the world and leave on your own!" "
As soon as the words fell, the people from the six major sects looked at each other.
They had seen Zhang Wuji's magical skills, and no one was confident that they could defeat him.
Because of family ties, the Wudang Clan was the first to leave after saying a few words to Zhang Wuji.
People from other sects are also preparing to escape.
"Everyone, wait a minute!"
Master Jiejie stopped everyone.
She was really unwilling and left. Suddenly she thought of someone who could compete with Zhang Wuji.
"What else can I do, Master?"
"Isn't that embarrassing enough?"
The six major factions cast doubtful glances.
"The poor nun thought of a person. If he was willing to fight for the six major factions, he might be able to defeat Zhang Wuji and save the day."
"Really, who is this person?"
Everyone's curiosity was aroused and they couldn't help but stop.
Master Miejie came to Lin Qiu and saluted respectfully: "I implore you, Young Master Lin, to send out the Mingjiao for the Six Majors!"
