I am Zhao Zhijing, a poor Taoist priest, and I have disciples all over the world.

That night, Song Qingshu and Yin Liting found a nearby shelter to rest. Since the Emei Sect had already arrived, the other four sects should be able to arrive by tomorrow at the latest.

However, Zhang Wuji did not appear as expected, which was somewhat troublesome. After all, he had a special identity and deep roots with the Ming Cult. There was no better candidate than him to reorganize the Ming Cult.

The two took turns to rest and didn't speak all night. When the next day came, light just began to rise at the line between heaven and earth at the end of the desert, and suddenly a yellow flame rose straight into the sky in the northeast.

"It's a signal from Kongtong Sect. Let's go over and take a look!"

This time the six major sects joined forces, and in order to facilitate communication, they agreed to use six different colored flames as their respective signals. At this time, the yellow flame belonged to the Kongtong Sect.

When the two men got closer, they were shocked to find that in a very wide open space, hundreds of people were fighting desperately. In the dawn, the light and shadows reflected by various weapons and the sounds of shouting and killing merged into one, with the occasional miserable cries of death mixed in. It was really like a Shura field on earth.

In his previous life, Song Qingshu had personally participated in a battlefield clash between thousands of Song and Mongolian troops, so he didn't feel anything when he saw this scene. Although Yin Liting often moved around in the martial arts world, he had never seen such a tragic scene in his life. Therefore, he frowned and carefully identified the situation on the field.

"It's the three flags of Sharp Gold, Flood, and Fiery Fire among the Five Elements Flags, hmm."

"On the other side are the Kongtong, Huashan, and Kunlun sects. It seems that the Demon Cult has already found out the news and set up an ambush here in advance."

It seemed that the Kongtong and other three sects had agreed to advance and retreat together, so they appeared together, but they did not expect to fall into the trap of the Ming Cult.

At this moment, dozens of people arrived from the northwest. They were the people from the Emei Sect led by Master Miejue.

Although the two sides had an unpleasant experience last night, facing a powerful enemy, it is naturally more important to join forces to fight the enemy.

Nun Miejue shouted loudly, and she and her eldest disciple Jingxuan divided the troops into three groups. Two of them rushed towards the flood and fire flags respectively, and the other group quickly approached Song Qingshu and the others, apparently intending to provide support.

"kill!"

Seeing that Master Miejue took the lead in expressing his stance, Yin Liting made a prompt decision after meeting up with the disciples of the Emei Sect and went to help the Kunlun Sect that was fighting with the Ruijin Flag.

The three Kongtong sects fell into the trap of the Ming Cult and had already lost the initiative. Fortunately, they had a large number of people and did not suffer defeat at the very beginning of the fight.

But as time went by, He Taichong and his wife from the Kunlun Sect were still able to lead their disciples to fight the Sharp Gold Flag to a draw, while the Huashan Sect and the Kongtong Sect were fighting and retreating, and were surrounded by the Flood and Fire Flags and were beginning to be at the mercy of others.

"waste!"

Song Qingshu glanced at the leader of Huashan Sect, Xian Yutong, from a distance. If he wasn't planning to take him back to Huashan's Jade Maiden Peak for execution, he would have twisted his head off now.

As Song Qingshu, Yin Liting and the people from the Emei Sect divided into three groups to join the battlefield, the situation on the field suddenly turned around. When the Kunlun and other three sects saw the reinforcements coming, they all became excited and began to counterattack.

But the five flag bearers of the Five Elements Flag are no ordinary people. Not only are they highly skilled in martial arts, they are also experts in deploying troops and battle formations. Even though four of the six major sects have been attacked, they are still able to hold their ground in an orderly manner.

Although Song Qingshu drew his sword, he did not start a killing spree. Each of his moves was aimed at making his opponent lose the ability to resist. At least for the next half month, he would not be able to fight anyone again.

Compared to the six major sects, the Ming Cult made greater efforts in resisting the Yuan Dynasty, and the Five Elements Flag was the main force in attacking cities and strongholds, so the fewer people killed the better.

But even so, the people of Ruijin Banner could not resist. The Emei Sect disciples who had fought alongside Song Qingshu had long admired him, and now seeing his godly swordsmanship, they were even more powerful and soon suppressed Ruijin Banner.

Seeing this young, scholar-like expert showing mercy, the Sharp Gold Banner's flag bearer Zhuang Zheng didn't know why, but he knew that the six major sects had more people today and it would be difficult for them to win, so he wisely began to retreat and only remembered his face. "What a great swordsmanship! May I ask if you are a disciple of the Wudang Sect?"

"Song Qingshu, a third-generation disciple of the Wudang Sect."

Zhuang Zheng bowed and saluted, then raised the white flag of the Sharp Gold Banner and commanded everyone to retreat in an orderly manner.

However, the situation on the side of the Flood and Fire flags was much more brutal. When Master Miejue only used ordinary weapons to fight the enemy at the beginning, Tang Yang, the flag bearer of the Flood flag, was still able to block a few of her moves.

But when Nun Miejue became murderous, she unsheathed the magic weapon Yitian, which was emitting a three-foot green light. It was like a bolt of lightning coming out of thin air. With just one move, she cut off Tang Yang's weapon and right arm.

When Xin Ran, the flag bearer of the Fiery Flag, saw this, he rushed forward to rescue him, but with just one move, only half of the cold iron tip of the spear in his hand was left, and the subsequent sword energy cut off a piece of his scalp.

"Eternal Sword!"

"Old thief!"

"The Fiery Flag and the Sharp Gold Flag go first, and our brothers from the Flood Flag will stay behind to cover your retreat!"

"Okay! We will avenge Hong Shuiqi!"

Tang Yang lost his right arm, but he still fought to the death. The members of the Hongshui Banner were equally fearless and rushed towards Nun Miejue. However, the Sword of the Heavenly Sword was too sharp, and the broken limbs and arms flew into the air along with various weapons, as if it was snowing.

"Don't chase the poor bandits!"

The Kunlun, Huashan and Kongtong sects suffered a great loss and wanted to take advantage of the victory to pursue and vent their anger, but they heard Yin Liting shouting and saw the remaining members of the Demon Cult holding strange cylinders in their hands, which were shining with golden light and had no idea what mechanism they had, so they had to stop.

When the Fiery Fire and Sharp Gold flags retreated, the Flood Flag, which was attacked by four factions, was immediately defeated. Nun Miejue took the lead and her subordinates were no match for their enemies.

However, when they saw Nun Miejue starting a killing spree, the other sects scattered in all directions. This was because after having seen the overwhelming power of the Sword of the Heavenly Sword, they were afraid that if they got a little closer, they would be hurt by the sword energy.

"Listen, everyone in the Demon Cult. If you surrender now, I will spare your lives!"

At this time, the weapons of dozens of people in the Hongshui Banner were cut off by the Yitian Sword, and they were fighting against various factions with bare hands. Yin Liting felt that the victory was unfair, so he asked them to surrender.

"In my Ming Cult, there are only men who die standing up, no cowards who live on their knees!"

Tang Yang was protected in the middle by the crowd. He laughed out loud after hearing Yin Liting's shout. He had a broken arm and knew that he would die here today, but there was no fear in his tone or expression.

"How dare you speak harshly when you are about to die!"

Nun Miejue sneered. Although she hated the Demon Cult to the core, as the head of the Emei Sect, she felt that it was beneath her dignity to use weapons to kill an unarmed person.

Furthermore, the Green-winged Bat King Wei Yixiao killed Jingxu in front of her, and Nun Miejue regarded it as a great shame and humiliation. Now that she has an absolute upper hand, she wants to do the same and destroy the prestige of the Demon Cult. (End of this chapter)