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Everyone in Wudang looked at Zhang Wuji and shook their heads.

It's a pity, it's a pity that this son is so young, so high in martial arts

Yang Xiao and the others sighed when they saw that Zhang Wuji was seriously injured.

"God is going to die, my Mingjiao!"

"I wait until the last breath, and I can't make the six sects go well."

"kill"

"kill"

In desperation, the disciples of the Ming sect broke out with a strong fighting force.

Unfortunately, it doesn't change the situation at all.

"Zeng Aniu, die!"

At this moment, a young man rushed out of the Wudang Sect crowd, holding a long sword and slashing directly at Zhang Wuji.

"Blue Book."

"You can't have a green book."

Song Yuanqiao and the others were shocked when they saw this.

How could his Wudang faction take advantage of people's danger.

However, it was too late to stop it.

Song Qingshu saw that Zhang Wuji was about the same age as him, but he was so good at martial arts. He fought against the masters of the six major factions, and he even supported him for such a long time.

He couldn't help but feel jealous. Seeing Zhang Wuji being seriously injured and losing his fighting power at this moment, he thought that if he could kill this person, he would definitely be famous in the world.

So, taking advantage of the unpreparedness, he directly killed Zhang Wuji.

Zhang Wuji's heart is sad, am I going to die at the hands of the Wudang faction?

I was thinking so.

An angry shout resounded throughout the bright top.

"Who dares to hurt my brother."

The sound was like the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, causing the peaks to tremble.

The internal force is rolling, like Tianwei.

This loud shout made everyone turn their heads in shock.

But I saw a white-clothed young man stepping out of the air with a woman in his arms, like a celestial being exiled from the nine heavens

Seeing that Song Qingshu's long sword was about to fall on Zhang Wuji's head.

Lin Fan raised his hand.

Followed by.

One finger.

call out! ! !

A finger force visible to the naked eye shot out quickly.

clang! ! !

The long sword in Song Qingshu's hand was cut off.

Song Qingshu was stunned, and before he regained his senses, he heard his father Song Yuanqiao exclaim loudly, "Qingshu, go back."

Song Qingshu raised his head in shock, but before he could react, he pointed directly through his dantian.

puff! ! !

Song Qingshu spurted out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground instantly.

A look of horror appeared in his eyes.

He felt that his dantian was abolished.

In addition to being frightened and angry, Song Qingshu's eyes darkened, and he passed out.

The next moment, Lin Fan appeared in front of Zhang Wuji.

"Young Master Lin, you, you are finally here."

Zhang Wuji showed a smile, and his figure was shaky.

"Master Zeng, are you alright?"

Xiao Zhao looked at Zhang Wuji with concern.

After all, they have experienced the disaster in the cave together.

"Thank you for your concern, I'm fine." Zhang Wuji said weakly.

Lin Fan frowned: "Brother Zeng, I'm just a little late, why are you hurt like this?"

Zhang Wuji smiled bitterly.

Under the siege of a group of masters, but he was slightly injured, he was very satisfied.

"Okay, Brother Zeng, heal your wounds first, and leave the rest to me."

Lin Fan waved his hand, Zhang Wuji was seriously injured.

If it is delayed any longer, it will probably worsen.

Zhang Wuji nodded when he heard the words, and began to heal his injuries by running Jiuyang Divine Art with his knees crossed.

At this time, the people of the six major factions did not expect to change again.

He quickly stepped aside and looked at Lin Fan one by one.

Wudang Song Yuanqiao came to Song Qingshu and quickly helped him up.

"Qingshu, Qingshu, how are you?"