Qingshu Wuji

Yin Liting also noticed Zhang Wuji and Song Qingshu, but thought that Song Qingshu's legs were injured in the fight with the Demon Cult, so he didn't take it to heart.

Everyone went west for a while, Yin Liting wanted to inform the Huashan faction, but when he was about to say goodbye to the Emei faction, he suddenly saw a yellow flame rising into the sky from the northeast corner more than ten miles away.

At that moment, everyone rushed to the place where the rocket rose, but they heard the sound of fighting, the sound became more and more fierce, and there were one or two dying calls from time to time.When they got close, everyone was surprised.In front of him was a massacred Shura field. Hundreds of people from both sides participated in the battle. Under the bright moonlight, swords, lights and swords were shadowed, and everyone was fighting desperately.

Zhang Wuji had never seen such a battle scene in his life, but seeing swords flying and blood spattering, the scene was horrible.He didn't expect the Demon Cult to win, but he also didn't want Sixth Uncle Yin and the others to win. On the one hand, his father's faction and on the other hand, his mother's faction, but the two sides were fighting viciously. Everyone was killed. sad.

It was also the first time for Song Qingshu to see such a brutal scene of bloody battles. He always thought that Jianghu should be a place where people fought alone, but he did not expect that in the last years of the Yuan Dynasty, the scale of gang fights would be formed.No wonder Mingjiao has the opportunity to overthrow the rule of the Yuan Dynasty in the future.

Listening to Yin Liting over there, the enemy is the three banners of Ruijin, Flood, and Raging Fire, and the Kongtong, Huashan, and Kunlun factions are also on the field.However, tens of feet away from the battlefield, there were three teams of troops standing in a neat line, each team had more than one hundred people.The three factions fighting the Three Banners on the battlefield were evenly matched, but if the Demon Cult's three factions were to join the battle, the Kongtong, Huashan, and Kunlun factions would surely be defeated, but for some reason, these three factions stayed put.Song Qingshu knew that these people belonged to the Tianying Sect and were at odds with the Ming Sect. He would rather the Ming Sect die more people, so he watched quietly.

In the field, the Kunlun faction had the upper hand against the Rui Jinqi, the Huashan faction and the Hongshui flag were evenly matched, but the Kongtong faction became more and more helpless, surrounded by the fire flag, and slaughtered.Yin Liting couldn't bear it anymore, he rushed into the battlefield alone, followed by Miejue Shitai wielding the Yitian Sword, and the Emei faction also joined them.

Standing on the hill, Zhang Wuji didn't know what to do for a while.But he also had to hug his brother, and it was never his turn to join the battle.

In a blink of an eye, the situation was settled, the Flood Banner and Raging Fire Banner were forced to retreat, and the Ruijin Banner was broken.Kunlun, Emei, Wudang, Huashan, and Kongtong five factions besieged the Mingjiao Ruijin Banner. Except for the Wudang faction, there was only one person, and the other four factions were all elites.The envoy in charge of the Ruijin Banner is dead, and the dragons have no leader, so they are naturally not opponents, but all the people under the flag value righteousness, regard death as home, and are determined to follow Zhuang Zheng in martyrdom.Miejue Shitai forced them to surrender and cut off the arms of several people in succession, but no one begged for mercy.

Zhang Wuji frowned and didn't say anything, Song Qingshu in his arms suddenly said loudly: "Master, does a mediocre life have a sense of accomplishment?"

Song Qingshu thought he could hold back, but he really couldn't accept such a scene.It's fine if the two fight, but this is a one-sided massacre.

The people of the various factions couldn't bear to see it, but no one made a sound to stop it.At this time, someone made a sound, Qi Qi looked up the hill, and saw a middle-aged man with an unattractive appearance, they all asked who this person was in private.

Song Qingshu didn't care what others thought of him, and immediately told Zhang Wuji in a low voice: "Apprentice, you go down and help them stop the bleeding first, otherwise they will lose too much blood and die sooner or later."

Zhang Wuji moved his lips. Although he couldn't see it for a long time, he was really worried that his senior brother was here alone.

Song Qingshu smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'm fine."

Zhang Wuji thought about it, they are now in the camp of the Emei faction, even if there is something wrong, they just need to reveal their identities.Without delay, he carefully placed Song Qingshu on the ground and sat down, and then swept towards the battlefield under the hill like a puff of smoke.

Everyone felt a blur in front of their eyes, and a gray shadow flashed by, and they were shocked beyond measure.It's just that this lightness skill is comparable to Wei Yixiao, the Green Winged Bat King.

The Miejue Shitai had a serious expression, thinking of the middle-aged man who called himself Wei Xiaobao, did he have any relationship with Wei Yixiao?

Here, Zhang Wuji quickly stopped the bleeding and bandaged the wounds of the people in Rui Jinqi, with extremely skillful techniques, he stretched out his finger and pointed at the acupoints of each person, and the blood flow at the broken arm was greatly reduced immediately.Among the onlookers, there are many experts who are good at healing acupuncture points, but the techniques he uses make everyone feel ashamed, and the strange points he taps are even more unknown.What's more, he used lightness kung fu to run among the wounded, and everyone could only see a gray shadow going back and forth. In less than half a stick of incense, he wrapped up all the wounded disciples of Rui Jinqi.

All the onlookers were shocked, thinking that this young boy's lightness kung fu is so outstanding, who would have thought that his master had two disabled feet?Who is this master-student pair?Thinking of this, even looking at Song Qingshu on the hill was different.

Song Qingshu and You Rongyan smiled and said to Miejue Shitai with a serious face: "Master, can you let these people go for my sake? You both killed and injured each other, and you beheaded many of them again." The arm is enough, right?"

Miejue Shitai's face was dull, and he said coldly: "As long as you beat the Yitian Sword in my hand, you will have enough face."

Song Qingshu wanted to tease her a few words, but Zhang Wuji over there said first: "My master has a leg injury, so I'll pick up the master's sword." He snatched it very fast, afraid that if he was a step too late, his senior brother would go to fight with Miejueshi Too desperate.

Miejue Shitai's face was ashen. After she said that to the middle-aged man just now, she realized that the other party's legs were inconvenient. She was just about to say something to remedy it, but was pushed here by the young man.It felt like the other party was not afraid of her Yitian sword at all, which made her feel ashamed.

Song Qingshu thought that this plot was really going to continue, so he sighed, and said to Zhang Wuji in an old-fashioned way: "Apprentice, don't be too disrespectful to Master Miejue, how can you deal with his Yitian sword before you have mastered your kung fu?" ?”

Miejue Shitai heard the words and thought that this person was looking for the steps, but he heard him say: "Master, my apprentice has not been practicing martial arts for a long time, if you can stop your three palms, you will spare those people, how about that?" ?”

When everyone heard this, they all thought that the lame middle-aged man was crazy.That young man's internal energy and lightness skills are profound, everyone can see it, but how can Miejue Shitai's martial arts be given for nothing?Three palms?Maybe he was slapped to death on the spot with one palm.

Song Qingshu was not worried that Miejueshi would not agree too much, and as expected, things were moving towards the established development route, so he sat on the hill and watched the play.

"Aren't you worried about your apprentice? My master won't show mercy just because your apprentice cured my senior sister's poison." Zhou Zhiruo suddenly appeared beside Song Qingshu.

At this time, Zhang Wuji was vomiting blood from Miejue Shitai's first palm, so he forced himself to stand on the spot.

Song Qingshu knew that after Zhang Wuji had practiced the "Nine Suns Manual", he was Xiaoqiang who could not be beaten to death. He got used to vomiting blood and said with a smile on his face, "I'm afraid that your master won't use it." Do your best!"

Zhou Zhiruo was stunned, thinking that this pair of master and apprentice was really strange.

Song Qingshu curled his lips, he was telling the truth, if Miejue Shitai used the Emei Nine Sun Kung Fu to slap Zhang Wuji with all his strength, it would be equivalent to giving Zhang Wuji a big gift.Emei Nine Suns Kung Fu was formed when Guo Xiang heard and memorized some fragments of the Nine Suns Manual after reciting the Nine Suns Manual. Compared with the original Nine Suns Kung Fu, its power cannot be compared in the same breath.However, the power of the two internal skills may vary, but their essence is the same. When Emei Jiuyang Kungfu encounters Nine Suns Divine Kungfu, it is like a river flowing into the sea, or like water and milk blending together.

At this moment Miejue Shitai struck out the second palm, her right arm turned obliquely and sharply, the palm unexpectedly came across from an impossible corner, and with a slap, it hit Zhang Wuji's vest.Zhang Wuji's body was like a bundle of straw, he flew out flat in the air, fell heavily to the ground, lying motionless in the sand, as if he was dead.Miejue Shitai's move was so ingenious, everyone in the audience would applaud, but everyone couldn't help secretly admiring Zhang Wuji's chivalrous heart, seeing his misfortune, they only exclaimed and sighed, but no one applauded.Some even looked up the hill, wanting to see the expression of the crippled master, after all he sent his apprentice to die himself.

But Song Qingshu's face was against the sun, no one could see the expression on his face.

Zhou Zhiruo let out a soft cry, wanting to rush forward to see Zhang Wuji's injury, but with so many people present, how dare she, a girl of eighteen or nineteen years old, go to see a young man's injury?What's more, the person who hurt him was his master. Although he was not openly rebelling against his master in the past, it was still a great disrespect to his master, so he took a step forward, but then retreated.

By this time the sky was bright and the sun was shining brightly.After a while, I saw Zhang Wuji move his back, struggling to sit up slowly, but his elbows were about a foot high, and suddenly he couldn't hold on, a big mouthful of blood spurted out, and he fell down again.He was drowsy, wishing to lie still, but he still remembered that there was still a slap in the palm, which could not save the lives of everyone in Ruijin Banner.

It doesn't matter if he faints, but his senior brother will definitely be responsible for the aftermath.

He promised him that he would protect him in the future.

Zhang Wuji took a deep breath, and finally sat up abruptly with a wave of conviction.But seeing that his body was trembling, he could fall down again at any time, everyone held their breath and watched, although there were hundreds of people around, they were so quiet that even a needle could be heard on the ground.

"Master, this junior risked his life to accompany the gentleman, and I will be slapped by you again."

Zhou Zhiruo was so shocked that she watched the young man receive the third palm with all his strength from her master, and then walked towards the hill as if nothing had happened.

The sun shone on him, as if covering him with a faint light, like a god walking out of the sun.He walked over step by step, and suddenly smiled on his tense face, just like the moment when the ice and snow melted, his handsome face was heroic and bright, which made Zhou Zhiruo dazzled and his heart throbbing endlessly.

However, he didn't smile at her.

Under the eyes of everyone, Zhang Wuji walked up to Song Qingshu and knelt down on one knee, stretched out his hand to hold his clenched right hand, slowly and patiently opened his fingers one by one, and piously replaced him. Wipe away the blood from the fingernails in the palm of your hand.

After the right hand, he switched to the left hand.

Zhou Zhiruo didn't know why, she couldn't say anything, she could only stand by and watch this scene blankly.

Only then did she realize that although the lame master said he was not worried about his apprentice, he was actually extremely nervous.