Chapter 423 Silence and Revenge

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"I thought it was a master hiding there, but I didn't expect it to be you." Zhang Wuji saw Song Qingshu come out without any surprise.

"I thought that Zhang Wuji just changed his temperament, but I didn't expect Mingzun to take over the body." Song Qingshu smiled lightly.

"You're here too?" Under the moonlight, Zhou Zhiruo was taken aback when she saw Song Qingshu's appearance.

Zhao Min smiled reluctantly: "I said it just now, you will be glad you showed your attitude tonight."

Zhou Zhiruo's face was gloomy and uncertain, thinking that if she and Zhang Wuji acted a little more ambiguous just now, she would be no longer a human being.

"Zhiruo, I'm glad you thought of me first in a critical moment." Song Qingshu came to Zhou Zhiruo's side and grabbed her bright and jade-like hand.

In front of Zhao Min and Zhang Wuji, Zhou Zhiruo subconsciously shrank her hand back, and said unnaturally, "Who misses you, I just want you to avenge me."

"It's obviously trying to avenge your ex-boyfriend." Song Qingshu said with a sullen face, "But who told me to be broad-minded, it's no big deal to avenge your ex-boyfriend."

"You!" Zhou Zhiruo turned her head aside in anger.

Seeing how the two were arguing, Zhao Min felt a sense of loss in her heart, thinking that she and Brother Wuji were so sweet... Thinking of this, Zhao Min suddenly came back to his senses, looked at Ming Zun not far away and said, "Song Qingshu , you help me kill this old monster, I can promise you any conditions!"

"Any conditions?" Song Qingshu's eyebrows twitched a few times, obviously thinking of some dirty images.

Zhang Wuji laughed and said, "Have you three finished flirting with each other? If you want to kill this seat, it is simply over your own strength."

"Really?" Song Qingshu showed a strange smile and disappeared in place.

Zhang Wuji's pupils suddenly shrank violently, it turned out that Song Qingshu's fingers were holding the incomparably fierce sword energy, only three inches away from his neck.

The two figures were separated by a single touch, Song Qingshu had already returned to the original place, looked at the blood beads on his fingertips, and cried out a pity.

Zhang Wuji touched the deep scar on his face, and he couldn't help frowning: "I still underestimated your martial arts. I didn't expect you to grow to this level in just one or two years."

"I said what Mingzun, have you lived too long and your brain is a little out of control? It's not that we haven't played against each other not long ago, and I don't know what you have the confidence to act there." Song Qingshu shook his head. A look of contempt.

"Humble ants, do you think the last time was the real strength of this seat? Let me see the supreme magic of the Ming Cult." Zhang Wuji opened his hands, his clothes were automatic without wind, and the hairband on his head was broken by the force. Long hair fluttered in the air.

The sacred fire orders around his waist seemed to be controlled by an invisible hand, each one suspended in mid-air, revolving slowly around Zhang Wuji's body, making the sound of dragon roars from time to time.

"Persian Mingjiao's Holy Fire Order Martial Arts?"

Song Qingshu's expression became solemn. In the original work, Zhang Wuji's Jiuyang was a great achievement, and the universe moved to the sixth floor where there was no one before or after. He also received Taijiquan and Taiji sword taught by Zhang Sanfeng. In addition to Zhang Wuji's actual combat ability, the fact that he couldn't find the North was also related to the fact that the Holy Fire Order martial arts used by the Three Envoys of Persian Wind and Cloud was too treacherous.

Speaking of which, Song Qingshu and Ming Zun have also fought twice, but each time he used Zhang Wuji's own martial arts, so Song Qingshu has been thinking about how to break his Great Movement of the Universe and Jiuyang Divine Art. The Holy Fire Order made Song Qingshu feel like he vomited blood in the wrong exam site when he was studying for the college entrance examination.

"You go farther, I may not have the time to protect you later." Song Qingshu said quickly, keeping the two women behind.

Zhou Zhiruo shook her head: "I'll stay here to help you."

Song Qingshu knew that Zhou Zhiruo's martial arts were not what they used to be, and his study of the Jiuyin Sutra had reached a very high level. Compared with those who have passed the Nine Yin Sutras, they will not be at a disadvantage in realm.

However, Song Qingshu still didn't intend to let her intervene. After all, this time the opponent was an old monster like Ming Zun. I didn't know how many killers the opponent had. It was too risky for Zhou Zhiruo to get involved.

"You can help me scramble by the side, and take care of Zhao Min by the way." Song Qingshu knew that, with Zhou Zhiruo's temperament, she might not listen to her own words, so she had to say it differently.

"You're not going to get her to work, are you?" Seeing that Song Qingshu had not forgotten Zhao Min at this moment, Zhou Zhiruo suddenly looked strange. The women around Song Qingshu during this period of time made her dazzled, and the two of them were clearly distinct just now. They came together. Zhou Zhiruo wouldn't be surprised if Song Qingshu really wanted to have something with Zhao Min.

Even in Zhou Zhiruo's heart, there was a kind of secret joy. She lost to Zhao Min in the fight for Zhang Wuji, which always made her extremely unwilling. Now the feng shui turns, and she has the advantage of Song Qingshu's bright media marrying a wife, and Zhao Min should also have a taste of the loser. A bitter taste.

Before Song Qingshu could answer, Zhao Min blushed first, and couldn't help cursing, "What nonsense! Hey, be careful!"

A piece of sacred fire flew silently towards Song Qingshu from the darkness. Zhao Min saw that he was paying attention to himself and Zhou Zhiruo, and hurriedly drew his sword and slashed towards it.

clang!

The long sword in Zhao Min's hand was cut off in response, and the whole person was devoured by lightning, and a strange flush appeared on his face, obviously already suffering

A minor internal injury.

Song Qingshu didn't have time to check her injuries, the large number of holy fire orders had been attacking in a row, and he quickly pulled out the wooden sword and protected it in front of the two women.

Every time Mujian came into contact with the Holy Fire Order, Song Qingshu felt his breath churning once, and he couldn't help but feel astonished. Zhang Wuji's Jiuyang was a great achievement, and there are few people in the world with deeper inner strength than him. He was a few points stronger than Zhang Wuji at the peak, and after only flying the Holy Fire Order a dozen times, he felt numbness in his mouth.

However, Song Qingshu practiced the most profound martial arts of Tantric Buddhism after all, and double cultivation with women made his skill progress faster with half the effort.

What made Song Qingshu even more troublesome was the strange attack trajectory of the Holy Fire Order. You had to know that when all the swords were fired at once, he could easily drop the arrows one by one, but now there are only six Holy Fire Orders in total, which forced him to be in a hurry.

Many times he thought he had calculated the trajectory of the Holy Fire Order and stabbed it ahead of time. As a result, the Holy Fire Order temporarily changed its trajectory as if it had suddenly violated the laws of physics, causing Song Qingshu to stab into the air with his sword, which was extremely uncomfortable.

And even if Song Qingshu hit the Holy Fire Order, the Holy Fire Order went around behind him and attacked after being hit.

"Be careful." Song Qingshu had no time to take care of the situation behind him, so he could only remind him verbally.

Zhou Zhiruo nodded, and with a flick of the long whip in her hand, she knocked out a sacred fire order that flew in front of Zhao Min. Zhao Min's face turned pale, and she looked at the distant sacred fire order with lingering fears, and couldn't help but smiled gratefully at Zhou Zhiruo. .

Song Qingshu knew that he could not continue to be beaten passively like this. "You hold on for a while."

Song Qingshu roared loudly, gave up the order to shoot down the holy fire that was flying in the sky in front of him, and attacked Mingzun in the pavilion in a flash.

He knew that Zhou Zhiruo and Zhao Min alone would never be able to stop the Holy Fire Order's attacks without him blocking most of the Holy Fire Order's attacks in front of him. Song Qingshu was actually gambling. According to what Ming Zun said before, like an old lecher who had been hungry for thousands of years, Song Qingshu bet that he would never want to hurt these two beautiful women.

Using the White Python Whip Technique to the extreme, Zhou Zhiruo actually blocked all the holy fire orders flying all over the sky, but every time the holy fire orders came into contact with the long whip in her hand, her face turned pale, and she couldn't support it immediately. At that time, all the sacred fire orders that filled the sky disappeared, and they all flew into the pavilion.

Yu Guang glanced at the situation of the two women, Song Qingshu smiled gratified, and he really won the bet. Instead of staying in one place and resisting Mingzun's 6 attacks, he can finally fully utilize his speed advantage.

Song Qingshu's figure flickered and appeared, surrounding Mingzun in the center. The moment before, he attacked Mingzun's temple from the upper right, and the next moment he appeared on the ground and directly picked Mingzun's hamstring...

Because the speed is too fast, in the eyes of Ming Zun, Song Qingshu's figure is everywhere in all directions, and it is not a simple phantom. The attack of each figure is real. If one is not careful, the opponent will hit the key.

Mingzun created the entire Mingjiao martial arts system, and even a martial arts master cannot describe his realm. Changed to other top masters, he had already been killed by the sword qi piercing the heart under the attack of Song Qingshu from all directions without dead ends, but Mingzun, with his astonishing cultivation and fighting consciousness, actually managed to survive.

There were even a few counterattacks that nearly hit Song Qingshu, but because the opponent was too fast, only the afterimage was broken in the end. Under the shock and anger, Ming Zun hurriedly summoned the Holy Fire Order to protect him around him, and finally managed to recover the slump.

The entire pavilion was already shattered by the vertical and horizontal sword energy and the flying holy flame orders. Zhou Zhiruo and Zhao Min could not tell the difference between the two, only two afterimages could be seen entwining each other. Wherever they passed, the big tree collapsed. The floor was shattered inch by inch, and the flying leaves were shattered into powder before they approached.

The two women looked at each other in amazement, and Zhao Min said worriedly, "Who do you think will win?"

"Who do you want to win?" Zhou Zhiruo asked rhetorically.

The two women have always been at odds. Hearing her words, Zhao Min frowned: "Aren't you talking nonsense?"

"After all, that Mingzun's body belongs to Zhang Wuji of your family. He also has most of Zhang Wuji's memories. In fact, if you open one eye and close the other, he is no different from Zhang Wuji. Do you really want him to die?" Zhou Zhiruo asked. He smiled kindly.

"In my heart, brother Wuji is dead, and that person is the murderer who killed him." Zhao Min said with a cold expression on his face.

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