"Wudang Song Qingshu came to teach Zeng Shaoxia's peerless martial arts." With a gentle and smug smile on the corner of his mouth, Song Qingshu slowly walked out of the Wudang crowd, his steps were brisk, showing his eagerness.

Seeing Song Qingshu come out to challenge Zhang Wuji, the people in the Ming Sect were suddenly unhappy, and Yin Tianzheng shouted loudly: "The old man has always respected the chivalrous style of Wudang, how can he bully a seriously injured person now?" Wouldn't it have lost Wudang's reputation and chivalry? ”

Song Qingshu snorted coldly disdainfully, and said: "Reputation is small, righteousness comes first, as long as I can get rid of the Demon Sect, my Wudang Sect is willing to sacrifice this reputation." ”

"Okay, that's right, the Wudang faction is worthy of being the Taishan Beidou in the martial arts, and this kind of righteous behavior makes me deeply admire."

All the people in the six major sects couldn't help but admire, they showed expressions of admiration on the surface, but in fact, what they thought in their hearts, I'm afraid no one knows.

The exterminator couldn't help but instruct Song Qingshu: "Song Shaoxia, for the sake of the stability and harmony of the martial arts, don't keep your hands." ”

After Song Qingshu heard the order of the exterminator, his face was overjoyed, and he looked at Zhou Zhiruo, but this look suddenly made Song Qingshu angry. Because Zhou Zhiruo was standing in front of Jiang Yun at this time, looking at Jiang Yun with a worried face.

Song Qingshu turned his head angrily, looking at Zhang Wuji murderously, he vented all the anger in his heart on Zhang Wuji's body, it can be said that Zhang Wuji took the place of Jiang Yun to bear this unwarranted disaster.

Song Qingshu said coldly: "The surname is Zeng, for the sake of Zhiruo, I will definitely not let you go." ”

After listening to Song Qingshu's words, Zhang Wuji suddenly understood why Song Qingshu was so murderous, it turned out that it was for Zhou Zhiruo to be like this.

"It turns out that you are angry with me for the sake of Miss Zhou."

Song Qingshu put the sword behind his back and attacked Zhang Wuji with his hand, pointing at Zhang Wuji's vital point, completely forgetting what Song Yuanqiao had said before.

Song Qingshu is also a very powerful one among the younger generation. The martial arts are very powerful, although they are angry shots, but the power is not reduced at all.

Zhang Wuji couldn't even stand up, he could only sit on the other party Song Qingshu, but what kind of skill Zhang Wuji was, even if he was sitting, even if he was seriously injured, even if he couldn't exert his strength, it was not something that a mere Song Qingshu could deal with.

The two only fought for a short time, and Zhang Wuji suddenly knocked Song Qingshu back with a palm.

In front of hundreds of people from the Six Great Sects and the Ming Sect. Song Qingshu only felt ashamed, and in anger, he completely forgot Song Yuanqiao's blessing, and directly showed the sword behind his back, and after playing a few sword flowers, he stabbed directly at Zhang Wuji.

"Qingshu, no." After Song Yuanqiao saw his son's actions, he immediately scolded angrily, but how could Song Qingshu, who was in a fit of rage at this time, listen to Song Yuanqiao's words.

Song Qingshu's swordsmanship is naturally inferior to that of the Wudang Seven Heroes. But it was also extremely powerful, a sword stabbed out, and it was facing Zhang Wuji's chest, looking at his appearance. Obviously, he made a dead hand and wanted to beat Zhang Wuji to death.

Zhang Wuji used Jiuyang's internal force, and his body quickly retreated, although he was sitting. But the speed was still not slow, Song Qingshu stabbed thirteen swords in a row, but none of them were stabbed on Zhang Wuji's body.

Not even a single seriously injured person could not be picked up. Song Qingshu felt that he had lost face, so his mind was suddenly greatly affected, and his moves became irregular, Zhang Wuji's eyes were vicious, after seeing a flaw in Song Qingshu, he quickly poked out two fingers, and clamped Song Qingshu's sword at once, and then Jiuyang's internal force moved, Song Qingshu's sword was immediately broken by Zhang Wuji's two fingers, Zhang Wuji held the short sword, and stabbed Song Qingshu's body, Song Qingshu could not avoid it, and was immediately cut by Zhang Wuji's sword.

"Ahh

Song Qingshu screamed, then covered his right arm and stepped back in embarrassment, blood flowed out of his arm, Song Qingshu's face was flushed, he knew that he had lost face, so in anger, regardless of the rules of the rivers and lakes above, he was going to kill Zhang Wuji again.

"Qingshu, stop."

Seeing Song Qingshu's reckless behavior, Song Yuanqiao couldn't hold back any longer, he shouted, and then rushed to Song Qingshu's face, unloaded the weapon from Song Qingshu's hand, and at the same time held down Song Qingshu, and scolded: "Qingshu, you have already lost, how can you be so impulsive, do you want to lose the face of our Wudang faction?" ”

"Daddy." Song Qingshu screamed aggrievedly, his face full of decadence and gloom.

Looking at Song Qingshu's appearance, Song Yuanqiao couldn't say anything he wanted to scold next, he patted his son's shoulder and sighed: "Qingshu, as a disciple of the Wudang faction, even if you lose, you have to lose openly, you know?" ”

No matter how unwilling Song Qingshu was, there was nothing he could do at this time, so he could only nod painfully.

After Song Yuanqiao finished scolding Song Qingshu, he then arched his hand at Zhang Wuji and said, "Zeng Shaoxia, our Wudang faction has admitted defeat, and you won this one." ”

Zhang Wuji struggled and said, "Thank you Song Daxia." ”

"Poof." As soon as Zhang Wuji finished saying this, he spit out a mouthful of blood again, and his expression became even more gray.

"Childe, Childe." Xiao Zhao anxiously helped Zhang Wuji.

Although Jiang Yun was healing, he also felt something about what had just happened, he couldn't help but open his eyes, squinted and looked at the field, and thought to himself: "This Zhang Wuji is really admirable, he can still hold on to such a serious injury, this kind of stubborn character is really rare." ”

"It seems that there is nothing to look forward to in the future, but I am not lightly injured now, and the next situation is not good, Zhao Min must have led people to surround this bright top, and I am afraid that it will be difficult for my injured body to escape Zhao Min's round-up." But this Guangming Ding can't stay, I injured Zhang Wuji, the people of the Ming Sect will definitely not let me stay, what should I do now? ”

Zhang Wuji was healing his wounds and thinking in his heart. He knew very well what would happen next, the people of the six major sects would not leave safely, and they would be arrested by Zhao Min's men and horses before they left. Now Jiang Yun himself is injured, and the consumption is too great, although he has the Jiuyang Divine Skill to protect his body, and he recovers quickly, but after all, the strength of one person is limited, and it is impossible to defeat those well-trained soldiers of the Yuan Dynasty, let alone the group of martial arts masters under Zhao Min.

"The surname is Zeng, I have no grievances with you, and I don't want to do anything with you, but I have a grudge against Yang Xiao for taking his wife, and this revenge has to be avenged." Yin Liting held a long sword, pointed at Zhang Wuji, and shouted excitedly.

With blood stains on the corners of his mouth, Zhang Wuji said weakly to Yin Liting: "I won't let it, if Sixth Uncle Yin must kill him, kill me first." ”

"Sixth Uncle Yin?"

After Yin Liting heard Zhang Wuji's call, he was stunned, he stared at Zhang Wuji incredulously, the sword in his hand couldn't help but put it down, and exclaimed: "You, what did you just call me?" ”

"Yin, Sixth Uncle Yin." Zhang Wuji spit out a few words with great difficulty.

Yin Liting's whole body was shocked, he looked at Zhang Wuji in disbelief, and asked, "You, you, are you Wuji?" ”

The corners of Zhang Wuji's mouth pulled out a smile, and said, "Sixth Uncle Yin, I, I'm Wuji, I'm Wuji." ”

"Mowgli, it's really you, Mowgli, it's really Mowgli." Yin Liting threw away the long sword in his hand, rushed to Zhang Wuji's side excitedly, and shouted excitedly: "It's really you, Wuji." ”

Zhang Wuji nodded, and then Yin Liting hurriedly turned his head and shouted at Song Yuanqiao: "Senior brother, senior brother, it's Wuji, he's Wuji, it's Wuji, it's Wuji, it's Wuji, it's Wuji, the son of the fifth senior brother." ”

"Mowgli?" Song Yuanqiao and the others were stunned for a moment, and then quickly rushed to Zhang Wuji and Yin Liting's side, hugged Zhang Wuji and shouted excitedly: "Are you really Wuji?" ”

"Uncle Master, I'm just Mowgli, I was just worried that others would ask me about my father-in-law's whereabouts, so I didn't tell my real name, please forgive Uncle Master." Zhang Wuji may have been so happy, so he looked much better.

Song Yuanqiao said excitedly: "Okay, good, great, Mowgli, you are still alive, if the master and his old man know that you are still alive, and you have practiced an amazing martial arts, the master and his old man must be very happy." ”

Zhang Wuji asked Song Yuanqiao, "Master, is his old man still in good health?" ”

"Okay, good, the old man is very good." Song Yuanqiao patted Zhang Wuji's shoulder and said.

"Grandson, grandson."

At this moment, Yin Tianzheng's voice suddenly sounded, and he walked in front of Zhang Wuji excitedly with the support of everyone, and shouted with excitement on his face: "Haha, it turns out that the amazing young man who single-handedly fights the six major sects is my good grandson Yin Tianzheng, haha, my good grandson." ”

Zhang Wuji also recognized Yin Tianzheng excitedly, and kowtowed to Yin Tianzheng.

What followed was a very touching confession, and the battle between the six major sects and the Ming Sect was over, and the people of the six major sects began to slowly retreat from the Guangming Peak.

"Zhiruo, let's go." The exterminator commanded Zhou Zhiruo.

Zhou Zhiruo's brows suddenly furrowed, and she pointed to Jiang Yun, who was healing, and said, "But master, Jiang Shaoxia is seriously injured now. ”

"Senior Sister Zhou, do you want to stay here and take care of her?" Ding Minjun had already recovered, and at this time he also shouted at Zhou Zhiruo.

Zhou Zhiruo's face turned red suddenly, and she didn't know what to say.

Jiang Yun suddenly opened his eyes at this time, and said to Zhou Zhiruo: "Miss Zhou, don't worry, I'm fine, you can go first, I have no problem by myself." (To be continued......)