Flower Stealing Master

"Can't you help him?" Zhao Min knew that his own effort was only enough to deal with the second and third-rate figures in the martial arts, and Zhou Zhiruo had won the title of "No. 1 in the world" in the lion slaughter conference, although This title is full of moisture.

Seeing the two blurry lights and shadows, Zhou Zhiruo shook his head: "It's not that I don't want to help, but that I can't help. They are too fast, and I reluctantly take action, it will only become his burden."

"Hmph, when you bullied me so badly, now when you really need you to take action, you are empty, it's really useless." Zhao Min curled his mouth in disdain, and couldn't help rolling his eyes.

Zhou Zhiruo replied indifferently: "As long as I can bully you, it'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 let you both hands, you can't beat me, still want to help?"

"Sure enough, **** will be brainless," Zhao Min sneered. "Not all problems need to be solved with martial arts."

Glancing at Zhao Min’s bulging chest, and then looking down at his obviously smaller chest, Zhou Zhiruo’s face flashed a bright red, before she had time to attack, she heard Zhao Min fighting against each other. The man shouted:

"What's that... what Mingzun's, your disciples and grandchildren in Persia are almost slaughtered by the Mongolian army of the Western Expedition. Why do you still have the mind to make trouble in the Central Plains?"

"Nonsense, Huoshan's kid just sent someone to stabbed Xu Liewu, the Mongolian head coach of the Western Expedition, into serious injuries, and took the opportunity to unite with the Egyptian Mamluk cavalry to annihilate the 2w Mongolian elite, and also save your Mongolian vanguard. Beheaded." Ming Zun sneered.

Nowadays, although the Persian Mingjiao is named as the leader of Xiaozhao, the power of the religion is still in the hands of the great elder Huo Shan, who is the old man in the mountains who has made European countries frightened.

"How long ago was that?" Zhao Min smiled disdainfully, "During this period of time you left Guangmingding and traveled east and west in the Central Plains, I am afraid that the news is not smooth enough? Because Xu Liewu was seriously injured, we sweated profusely. In anger, you gathered one hundred thousand elite Mongolian cavalry and razed the nest of eagles where your Mingjiao Persian Archbishop was seated. Huoshan saw the situation unable to do anything, and led the remnants of Mingjiao to surrender, but the sweat was angry with their previous assassinations. Order Huo Shan and others to be executed."

"What!" Ming Zun was shocked and angry. Obviously the news was too unexpected. In his layout, the Persian Archbishop and the Middle-Earth Ming Sect were needed to respond. If the Persian Archbishop was destroyed, he would be in control of Middle-Earth. No matter how many powers there are, it is hard to support it alone.

"what!"

Because of the distraction, Ming Zun didn't escape Song Qingshu's new round of attacks, and there were a few more sword marks on his body, and he was shocked and quickly dealt with it intently.

When the situation was stabilized, Ming Zun angrily said: "The little demon girl of Mongolia, it is obvious that I was deliberately distracting me. The Persian Altar is hidden in the high mountains, and there is a bunker hundreds of meters apart. It is easy to defend and difficult to attack. Over the years, the lords of Europa all wanted to get rid of them quickly. As a result, the eagle’s nest still stands in the wild mountains. Don’t say that your one hundred thousand army is a million army, what's the use!"

The main altar of Mingjiao Persian is located at the Eagle’s Nest, and there are countless bunkers scattered around dozens of miles. For hundreds of years, no foreign enemy has successfully invaded the eagle’s nest. After coming, naturally he didn't believe what Zhao Min said.

"You pretended Wuji brother for so long, and now you know that I am the little demon girl?" Zhao Min's lips have a beautiful curve, "Although you are telling the truth, you don't want to think about why the lords of Europa are right. What can you do? Isn't it because they have too few soldiers and horses, and they are too far away from the Persian general altar?"

Zhao Min put his hands behind him, and said as he walked: "Those lords of Europa, how many soldiers can a castle make? Huoshan, naturally, don't be afraid. My Mongolian Empire swept all the way to the bank of the Rhine with tens of thousands of people. Now, for Huoshan, a hundred thousand troops have been dispatched for the first time. Do you really think that the Eagle's Nest cannot be defeated?"

Mingzun was suddenly surprised. Since he successfully captured Zhang Wuji, he led the Mingjiao to fight against the Mongolian army. Naturally, he knew the terrible Mongolian cavalry. If Temujin sent one hundred thousand elite cavalry to attack the eagle’s nest, the eagle’s nest would not necessarily support it. Gotta live.

Mingzun was worried about gains and losses, and his hand movements inevitably became somewhat stagnant. How could Song Qingshu let go of such a good opportunity, taking advantage of the victory and chasing, one sword was faster than one, and the sky was full of sword aura, as if dozens of Song Qingshu were attacking Mingzun at the same time.

Mingzun was shocked to realize that he could not restore the decline. After at most a hundred moves, he would probably hate it on the spot.

"The little demon girl suffers death!" Ming Zun roared, and no longer let the holy fire ring guard his side, all shot at Zhao Min.

With the destructive aura attached to the sacred fire order, it’s not like Zhao Minjiao’s body, which is hard granite. It can only be broken into powder when it is touched by the sacred fire order. Song Qingshu and Mingzun have fought for so long, and it is naturally clear. Clearly Chu. If I didn't care about Zhao Min and continued to attack with the next move, Mingzun would not die and was seriously injured, but Zhao Min would definitely be dead.

Between the electric light and flint, Song Qingshu could not tolerate hesitation, as if subconsciously, Song Qingshu gave up attacking Mingzun, and flashed his sword into the air with the holy fire command.

Ming Zun showed a weird smile. With a wave of his long sleeves, the holy fire command seemed to have been ordered. It suddenly spread out, swiftly turning around and patted 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. At this time, his strength was old, and he could no longer dodge in midair. He barely knocked off three holy fire orders, but was heavily slapped on his body by the other three holy fire orders.

"Puff!" Song Qingshu spouted blood, and before he could get over his breath, Mingzun had already printed a palm on his vest.

Song Qingshu only felt that all the internal organs seemed to be shattered, and the Zhen Qi in his body almost collapsed, and he quickly swung the sword back with his backhand.

Mingzun's pupils condensed, and he quickly moved back several feet. He looked at the blood holes in front of him, and he was shocked: "What kind of swordsmanship are you?"

Song Qingshu coughed another bite of blood, shook his head with a wry smile, and hurriedly used ten thousand swords to return to the sect when he was seriously injured, and his power was greatly reduced. Mingzun looked at his whole body, but he managed to avoid all the vital points, and only suffered skin injuries. It was like trying to use his last zhenqi to return to the sect with ten thousand swords. Now he has completely lost his combat effectiveness.

Mingzun clearly knew all this and couldn't help but laugh. 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 to attack Zhao Min who was not far away.

He was actually betting that if Song Qingshu didn't save Zhao Min, he would only die faster, but he was a stunning man after all, knowing that there was half the chance of a comeback if he bet, but he would definitely die if he didn't bet.

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

The two women changed their colors at the same time and ran to him one after another. Zhou Zhiruo was lighter and higher, Zhao Min got closer, and came to Song Qingshu almost at the same time, supporting him one left and the other right.

"Zhao Min, Zhao Min, you keep in love with Zhang Wuji, and you have already empathized." Ming Zun knew that Song Qingshu's injuries would never recover for several years, and he would never recover, so he didn't rush to the past and adjust his breath first. Let's talk about the chaotic inner interest.

"You are spitting blood!" Zhao Min was trembling with anger, but his heart was already cold. By now, the three of them may not be able to escape to death tonight. She couldn't help secretly regretting it. She had known that she should bring a few more people over. If any one of the Taoist, King Kong Sect Master, or Golden Wheel Fa King was by her side, the situation would not be so bad.

All the reasons are attributed to Zhao Min subconsciously not wanting to know the news of Zhang Wuji's accident by outsiders. According to her long-term observation, she has judged that Song Qingshu's martial arts is still superior to the masters such as Baishui Taoist, and will never be weaker than the fake Zhang Wuji. And even if it was lost, with Song Qingshu's extraordinary effort before taking him to Kaifeng for medical treatment, there was no problem in taking him away safely.

It's a pity that she never expected Song Qingshu to give up absolute advantage in order to save herself, and instead was severely injured by the fake Zhang Wuji. In this way, no one could run away.

"Why are you running back to save me!" Zhao Min cursed while wiping the tears on his cheeks, "I want to exchange my life for his life, I am too happy to be too late."

"It's a pity that I can't bear you to die." Song Qingshu sighed lightly. Just now, he saw Ming Zun used that call to encircle Wei to save Zhao. He knew that there was definitely a fraud, but he couldn't help but watch Zhao Minxiang die.

In the previous life, Zhao Min and Ren Yingying were two of Song Qingshu's favorite women in the golden book, especially Zhao Min, who was brilliant and charming, with noble status but the courage to abandon everything for love.

After coming to this almost illusory world, Song Qingshu finally saw the princess who "I'm going to reluctantly" with his own eyes. Unfortunately, the fate at the beginning was so miserable that he didn't have any effort at all. Instead, he had to fight for survival and revenge, even more coincidental. The thing is, Zhao Min is still his enemy's woman.

For several years, Song Qingshu and Zhao Min have very few intersections. Compared with Zhou Zhiruo, who has experienced love and hate, Xia Qingqing, who has experienced hardship, and Bing Xueer, who has been in love with each other, Song Qingshu does not have much deep feelings for Zhao Min, but seeing her When his life was hanging by a thread, he still disregarded his own danger to rescue him, maybe it was 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 cursed, "Look at what you did!"

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