Chapter 424 Heaven and Hell

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"Can't you go and help him?" Zhao Min knew that his skills were only enough to deal with the second- and third-rate figures in the martial arts, and Zhou Zhiruo won the title of "No. 1 in the world" at the Lion Slaying Conference, although The title is full of moisture.

Looking at the two blurred light and shadows, Zhou Zhiruo shook her head: "It's not that I don't want to help, but that I can't help. They are too fast. If I try to do it reluctantly, it will only become a burden to him."

"Hmph, you were so powerful when you bullied me, but now you are useless when you really need to take action. It's really useless." Zhao Min pouted in disdain and couldn't help rolling his eyes.

Zhou Zhiruo replied indifferently, "As long as I can bully you, that's enough."

"You!" Zhao Min was choked by her words, and snorted coldly, "Since you can't, it's up to me."

"You?" Zhou Zhiruo looked at Zhao Min up and down, and finally smiled disdainfully, "I gave you two hands, you can't beat me, you still want to help?"

"It's true that if you have a big chest, you will be brainless," Zhao Min sneered. "Not all problems need to be solved with martial arts."

She glanced at Zhao Min's bulging breasts, and then looked down at her obviously smaller breasts. A bright red flashed across Zhou Zhiruo's face, and before she had time to attack, she heard Zhao Min facing the two men who were fighting in a group. man shouted:

"What's that called... What Ming Zun, your disciples and grandchildren in Persia are about to be slaughtered by the Mongolian Western Expedition Army, how can you still have the mind to make waves in the Central Plains?"

"Nonsense, that kid Huo Shan just sent someone to stab the Mongolian Western Expedition coach Xu Liegu seriously, and took the opportunity to join forces with the Egyptian Mamluk cavalry to annihilate 2w Mongolian elites, and also make your Mongolian pioneer generals timid. Beheading." Ming Zun's sneering voice came out.

Today, although the Persian Ming Cult nominally takes Xiao Zhao as the leader, the power in the religion is still in the hands of the great elder Huo Shan.

"How long ago was that?" Zhao Min smiled disdainfully, "During this time, you left Guangmingding and ran around in the Central Plains. I'm afraid the news is not clear enough? Because Xu Liegu was seriously injured, we sweated profusely. In anger, he summoned 100,000 elite Mongolian iron cavalry and razed the Eagle's Nest where you are the headmaster of the Persian Ming Cult. I ordered Huo Shan and others to be executed."

"What!" Mingzun was shocked and angry. Obviously, the news was too unexpected. In his layout, he needed to echo the Persian Chief Sect and the Middle Earth Ming Sect. If the Persian Chief Sect was destroyed, he would be in control of the Middle Earth. No matter how many forces there are, it is impossible to support it alone.

"what!"

Because of the distraction, Ming Zun did not escape Song Qingshu's new round of attacks, and there were several sword marks on his body.

When the situation was stabilized, Ming Zun scolded angrily: "The little demon girl in Mongolia is clearly deliberately distracting me. The main altar of Persia is hidden in the mountains and mountains. There is a bunker hundreds of meters away, which is easy to defend and difficult to attack. Over the years, the lords of Europa have all wanted to get rid of them, but the eagle's nest still stands in the vast mountains. Not to mention your army of one hundred thousand, it is an army of one million, what's the use!"

The location of the main altar of Mingjiao in Persia is the vulture's nest. There are countless bunkers scattered for dozens of miles around. For hundreds of years, no foreign enemy has successfully invaded, and even the eagle's nest cannot be reached, so Mingzun has recovered. After he came, he naturally didn't believe what Zhao Min said.

"You pretended to be Wuji brother for so long, and now you know I'm a little demon girl?" Zhao Min's lips showed a beautiful arc, "Although what you said is the truth, but you don't think about it, why do the lords of Europa What can you do? Isn't it because they have too few troops and are too far from the Persian main altar?"

Zhao Min put his hands behind his back, and said as he walked: "Those lords of Europa, how many soldiers can a castle make? Of course Huo Shan doesn't need to be afraid. At the beginning of my Mongolian Empire, a few thousand troops swept all the way to the banks of the Rhine. Now, for Huo Shan, an unprecedented army of 100,000 people has been dispatched, do you really think that the Eagle Nest can't be conquered?"

Mingzun was suddenly in shock. Since he successfully captured Zhang Wuji, he has led the Ming Sect to fight against the Mongolian army. Naturally, he knows that the Mongolian iron cavalry is terrible. If Temuzhen really sent 100,000 elite cavalry to attack the eagle's nest, the eagle's nest may not be able to support it. live.

Mingzun was worried about gains and losses, and the movements of his hands inevitably became a little stagnant. How could Song Qingshu miss such a good opportunity. Under the pursuit of victory, one sword was faster than another, and the sword energy filled the sky, as if dozens of Song Qingshu were attacking Ming Zun at the same time.

Ming Zun was horrified to find that there was no way to recover the decline. After at least a hundred moves, he would probably drink and hate on the spot.

"Little demon girl die!" Ming Zun yelled, and no longer let the Holy Fire Order protect him by his side, all of them shot at Zhao Min.

With the aura of annihilation attached to the Holy Fire Order, not to mention Zhao Minjiao's body, it is hard granite. If a little bit of the Holy Fire Order touches it, it will only be broken into powder. Song Qingshu and Ming Zun have fought for so long, naturally clear. Clearly. If he ignores Zhao Min and continues to attack in the next move, Ming Zun will be seriously injured even if he does not die, but Zhao Min is definitely dead.

Between the lightning and flint, Song Qingshu couldn't bear to hesitate, as if subconsciously, Song Qingshu gave up attacking Ming Zun, and in a flash, he swung his sword towards the holy fire order in the air.

Mingzun showed a strange smile, waved his long sleeves, and the Holy Fire Order seemed to be instructed, and suddenly spread out, circling rapidly and slapped Song Qingshu from all directions.

Song Qingshu was worried that it would be too late to save Zhao Min, so he used his speed to the extreme.

The strength is old, and it is no longer possible to dodge in mid-air, barely knocking three pieces of the Holy Fire Order, but being slapped heavily on the body by the other three pieces of the Holy Fire Order.

"Pfft!" Song Qingshu spurted out a mouthful of blood, and before he could catch his breath, Mingzun had already printed his palm on his vest.

Song Qingshu only felt that all the internal organs seemed to be shattered, and the infuriating energy in his body almost collapsed, so he hurriedly swung his sword back with his backhand.

Ming Zun's pupils condensed, he quickly stepped back several feet, looked at the blood holes in front of him, and couldn't help but pale in horror: "What kind of swordsmanship is this?"

Song Qingshu coughed up another mouthful of blood and shook his head with a wry smile. After being seriously injured, he hurriedly used the Ten Thousand Swords to Return to the Sect, and his power was greatly reduced. Mingzun looked at his whole body, but he managed to avoid all the key points, and what he suffered was only skin trauma. It was like he used all his last true energy to return to his ancestors with ten thousand swords, and now he has completely lost his combat effectiveness.

Ming Zun obviously knew all this and couldn't help laughing. It turned out that as soon as he realized that he would be controlled by Song Qingshu if he continued, he immediately gave up his defense and used the Holy Fire Order to attack Zhao Min not far away.

In fact, he was also gambling. If Song Qingshu didn't save Zhao Min, he would only die faster, but after all, he was a man of stunning beauty. He knew that if he gambled, he still had a half chance of turning the tables, but if he didn't gamble, he would surely die.

All this happened just between the rise and fall of the rabbit. When the two women reacted, Song Qingshu had already vomited blood and was half-knelt on the ground. If it wasn't for the wooden sword in his hand to support most of his body's weight, he might have been lying on the ground directly.

The two women's expressions changed at the same time, and they ran towards him one after another. Zhou Zhiruo Qinggong was higher, and Zhao Min was closer. Almost at the same time, they came to Song Qingshu and supported him from left to right.

"Zhao Min, Zhao Min, you keep saying that you are in love with Zhang Wuji, but it turns out that you have already transferred your love." Ming Zun knew that Song Qingshu's injuries would never recover without recuperating for a few years, so he did not rush to attack him, and adjusted his breath first. Say goodbye to your chaotic inner breath.

"You're spitting blood!" Zhao Min was trembling with anger, but her heart was already cold, and now, the three of them may not escape death tonight. She couldn't help regretting secretly, and she knew that she should bring a few more people here. If any one of Baishuang Daoist, King Kong Sect Master or Jinlun Dharma King was by her side, the situation would not be so bad.

The reason for everything is that Zhao Min subconsciously didn't want the news of Zhang Wuji's accident to be known to outsiders. According to her long-term observation, she judged that Song Qingshu's martial arts are still higher than those of Baishuang Daoist and other masters, and will never be weaker than that fake Zhang Wuji. And even if he lost, with Song Qingshu's outstanding performance in taking him to Kaifeng to seek medical treatment before, it would be no problem to take him away safely.

It's a pity that she never thought that Song Qingshu would give up his absolute advantage in order to save herself, and instead was severely injured by that fake Zhang Wuji, so that no one could escape.

"Why did you come back to save me!" Zhao Min scolded while wiping the tears on her cheeks, "I can exchange my life for his, I'm too happy to be happy."

"It's a pity that I can't bear to let you die." Song Qingshu sighed softly. Just now, when he saw Mingzun use that trick to surround Wei and save Zhao, he knew that there was definitely a deceit in it, but unfortunately he couldn't watch Zhao Minxiang eliminate Yuyu.

In the last life, Zhao Min and Ren Yingying were the two favorite women of Jinshu and Song Qingshu, especially Zhao Min, who was ingenious but bright and charming, noble but had the courage to abandon everything for love.

After coming to this almost illusory world, Song Qingshu finally saw the "I want to reluctantly" county master with his own eyes. Unfortunately, his fate at the beginning was too miserable. What's more, Zhao Min is still his enemy's woman.

Traveling around the world for several years, Song Qingshu and Zhao Min have very little intersection. Compared with Zhou Zhiruo, who is intertwined with love and hate, Xia Qingqing, who has experienced hardships, and Bing Xueer, who has been in love with each other, Song Qingshu's feelings for Zhao Min are not that deep, but seeing her When his life was hanging by a thread, he still disregarded his own danger to save, maybe just because Zhao Min represented a dream in his previous life.

Hearing Song Qingshu's words, Zhou Zhiruo's face turned dark, but seeing him dying, it was not easy to have a seizure, so she glared at Zhao Min and scolded, "Look at what you have done!"

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