Among the female disciples of Emei, Mu Qingxiao found a beautiful and vulgar, long-haired woman in green clothes, beautiful as Zhilan, and gentle in appearance.

The beautiful and moving goose egg face, the eyebrows are deep and frowning, if there is deep worry, the body is slender, the green skirt is dragging the ground, the body is graceful, the waist is slender, the clothes are fluttering, the body is light and fluttering, and the clothes are flowing like clouds.

Her body is incomparably wonderful, like the wind blowing willow catkins and the water sending duckweed, she is in mid-air, like a green crane volleying down, rushing towards the disciples of the Ming Sect!

In the process of fighting, the Tsing Yi fluttered, revealing a delicate body part that was crystal clear and skin like congealed fat, soft as jade, white and tender as snow, and could be broken by blowing.

Maybe the battle was too hard, and at this time, the cheeks were crimson, adding a little more delicate.

The delicate sound from the pink lips is as beautiful as a silver bell, as pleasant as a clear spring, like water hitting the ice, and the wind is breaking the jade, with a bit of unearthly feeling in the delicateness.

Not long after Mu Qingxiao discovered Zhou Zhiruo's figure, Song Qingshu's eyes were also searching the battlefield, and then his body flashed, and he rushed to the battlefield.

"Senior Brother Qingxiao, are we going to make a move too?"

Seeing Song Qingshu rushing into the battlefield, a group of disciples behind Mu Qingxiao also had a look of eagerness on their faces.

These disciples are not very old, seeing these delicate and beautiful disciples of Emei so embarrassed, they naturally want to have a heroic drama to save the beauty, if they can win the hearts of the people, wouldn't it be beautiful?

"Naturally, we have to make a move, otherwise what are we doing here, the disciples of the Demon Sect are cruel, don't show mercy to your subordinates, pay attention to your own safety, you know?"

"Yes!"

The next moment, these elite disciples of Wudang appeared on the battlefield, able to heroically save the United States, and with Mu Qingxiao's warning, they fought bravely to kill the enemy as if they had been beaten with chicken blood.

With their appearance, the situation on the battlefield began to turn.

There is no high-level Ming Sect on the battlefield, and it is enough to have Song Qingshu and these elite disciples, so the battle situation is already doomed, and there is no need for Mu Qingxiao to make a move.

Looking at Song Qingshu who was killing all sides on the battlefield, and the smug smile on his face, Mu Qingxiao was a little speechless, isn't it just some Mingjiao minions, what is there to show off.

"It seems that these disciples of Wudang are not allowed to go down the mountain all year round, they have been Taoist priests for a long time, and they don't have much contact with beauty, and for these female disciples of Emei, the resistance is a little weak, don't put your life into it." Mu Qingxiao pouted and said.

No longer caring about Wudang disciples, Mu Qingxiao was strolling around on the battlefield, he didn't want to be nosy, but everywhere he passed, the disciples of the Ming Sect didn't even scream, they fell to the ground one after another, and they all had the scars of the same life on their necks.

At this time, Song Qingshu was in a predicament, and many Mingjiao disciples besieged him together, although he was not injured, but he was also unable to get out for the time being, seeing that Zhou Zhiruo, who had a crush in his heart, was in crisis and could not come forward to save him, his heart became more and more anxious.

In front of Song Qingshu, two Ming Sect disciples who were quite strong in force joined forces to besiege Zhou Zhiruo, and they still had lewd on their faces. Evil smile, fortunately, Zhou Zhiruo's cultivation is not weak, and Emei's swordsmanship is even more supernatural and powerful by her, which is quite a heroine's style.

Zhou Zhiruo's strength is in Emei, although he belongs to the top category, but under the siege of the two leading disciples of the Ming Sect, his face became more and more ruddy, there were many scratches on his green clothes, and his originally orderly breathing became chaotic, and his physical strength was obviously a little weak.

At this moment, Song Qingshu saw Mu Qingxiao strolling idly on the battlefield, forced the Mingjiao disciples to retreat with a sword, and hurriedly shouted: "Senior Brother Qingxiao, save Miss Zhiruo!" ”

Hearing this, Mu Qingxiao glanced at Zhou Zhiruo, who was a little embarrassed, and had no choice but to shoot out of his body, and the Tianshan Yin Yang Palm carried an incomparably strong force to shoot out in the air!

"Sonorous!"

With two crisp cracking sounds, the long sword in the hands of the Ming Sect disciple was suddenly shattered in two by the strong force.

That extremely strong force did not dissipate, but directly hit them, denting them in the chest at the moment of impact, accompanied by scarlet blood, the two flew upside down like kites with broken strings, and the end was miserable and terrifying!

Mu Qingxiao just made a move, and he bombarded the Mingjiao disciples under his palm, and immediately shocked the surrounding Mingjiao disciples, because of the moment of stunnedness, the female disciples of the Emei faction directly counterattacked, and then, the battle situation completely presented a one-sided situation.

At this time, Song Qingshu also took advantage of the gap to kill the disciples of the Ming Sect one after another, and when he saw that Zhou Zhiruo was safe and sound, he immediately felt relieved.

It's just that Mu Qingxiao's strength made him shocked, and the palm just now was definitely not a peerless skill that Wudang had, which made him a little confused in his heart.

Mu Qingxiao ignored everyone's shock, admiring Zhou Zhiruo, who was in front of him, with his chest fluctuating due to messy breathing, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

At this time, Zhou Zhiruo hurriedly recovered from the shock and found that Mu Qingxiao's eyes were staring at her full chest, although this kind of thing has always been quite frequent, but it was the first time she had encountered such an unscrupulous man.

Although he saved his own life, yes, he can't go too far, right? In this twists and turns of right and wrong, what woman doesn't regard her name as more important than her life?

I just wanted to open my mouth to scold, but I was stunned.

Because she found that the latter's eyes were actually very clear, and there was no lewdness in the eyes of other men. The evil meaning, and as if with a hint of admiring the beautiful scenery, made her swallow the scolding into her mouth.

In an instant, two blushes appeared on Zhou Zhiruo's face.

Recalling Mu Qingxiao's chic and strong temperament just now, he not only had a good feeling in his heart, but also sighed secretly: "The grace of saving lives is greater than everything, and there will be nothing less when you look at it, so it should be used as a return gift just now." ”

"Thank you Shaoxia for saving your life, Zhiruo is unforgettable."

Hearing this, Mu Qingxiao naturally took his eyes off the latter's chest, as if nothing had happened, and there was still a light smile on his face.

As an experienced driver, this is not a problem at all.

"Miss Zhiruo doesn't have to be polite, don't dare to save her life, Emei has a deep relationship with Wudang, we rushed to reinforcements, it's a matter of duty, just now it was in Xia Menglang."

After speaking, Mu Qingxiao bowed his hand slightly, and said with a smile: "Everyone has a love for beauty, Zhiruo girl is beautiful and fragrant, and Emei swordsmanship is superb, quite a heroine's style, it is really rare in the world, which makes me a little stunned, and I hope the girl will not be surprised." ”

Mu Qingxiao did not hesitate to admit his mistakes, and at the same time praised Zhou Zhiruo fiercely, he spent more time with Wang Yuyan and them, and he had already mastered the method of gaining the favor of women.

After all, there is no woman who doesn't like to be praised, let alone this era of martial arts, and it is an honor to be called a woman.

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