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

"Whoever wants to live, just open your mouth and beg for mercy, and I will let him go immediately!"

The rising sun cast the already tall figure of Nun Miejue on the yellow sand. The four-foot green peak in her hand stretched out, floating in the light and shadow, as if it was ready to take people's lives at any time.

But in just a few moments, she had pressed the acupoints of all the people from the Hongshui Banner present. Dozens of people had their acupoints blocked and could only stand there, allowing themselves to be slaughtered.

But when they heard Master Miejue's sharp shout, no one in the Ming Cult said a word, obviously having already put life and death aside.

"Disciple is willing to slay demons and monsters for Master!"

A man from the Emei sect came closer with a long sword in hand. It was Ding Minjun.

Nun Miejue said coldly: "Okay, cut off the right arm first, then the left arm, let's see how long they can keep their mouth shut!"

"Yes!"

Ding Minjun is determined to inherit the position of the head of the Emei Sect, but her status in the sect is not as high as that of the eldest disciple Jingxuan, and her aptitude and understanding are not as good as those of the younger sister Zhou Zhiruo. She is only most like her master, Nun Miejue, in that she is ruthless and cruel.

So Ding Minjun naturally did not want to let go of this opportunity to show off. With a flash of cold light, he swung out three swords in succession, cutting off the right arms of three members of the Flood Flag Sect.

"Poisonous Hand Wuyan is indeed as good as his name, but we have dozens of arms, let's see how many you can chop off with your broken copper and iron!"

Ding Minjun was not ugly, but what woman in the world could tolerate others saying that she was ugly? She was so angry that she immediately ran towards the person who spoke.

At this moment, a figure suddenly came from the southeast. Everyone didn't know whether it was an enemy or a friend, so they all looked in that direction.

When he got a little closer, he suddenly discovered that it was the Green-Winged Bat King Wei Yixiao.

He was holding a girl dressed as a village girl in his arms. After seeing the people from the Hongshui Banner in the field, he wanted to step forward, but when he saw Song Qingshu and Nun Miejue were also there, he knew he was no match for them.

"For every member of the Flood Banner you kill today, I will repay you double in the future."

Wei Yixiao looked around at everyone from a distance, and finally his gaze fell on Ding Minjun. He grinned and said, "If you cut off one arm, I will cut off two of your arms. If you cut off two arms, I will cut off both of your legs to equalize the number!"

"You can hide from me for three months or five months, but you can't hide from me for eight or ten years. Wei Yixiao always keeps his word. If you don't believe in it, just give it a try!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wei Yixiao's figure flashed and he was already several feet away. Only the sound of his sinister laughter could still be heard with the wind and sand, reaching the ears of everyone present.

"Since Yin Li has appeared, Zhang Wuji should be not far away. Although it's a little late, at least I didn't miss him."

Song Qingshu intended to protect the people of Hongshui Banner, but that was something only he knew in his heart. Moreover, the argument he had with Master Miejue yesterday could also be attributed to his fellow uncle Zhang Cuishan.

If I were to step forward rashly now, it would be unreasonable. Although the four sects including Emei and Kunlun are not that scary, if I were to rescue them myself, it would definitely delay important matters later.

"Oh, what a demon cult guardian king, he is nothing but a clown who has no courage to fight face to face and can only hurt people in secret!"

Nun Miejue knew she couldn't catch up with Wei Yixiao, so she shouted, "Minjun, chop off the right arm of the demon!"

However, Ding Minjun, who was ruthless not long ago, now felt a chill down her spine because of Wei Yixiao's gaze just now. Wei Yixiao might not have the courage to retaliate against his master, but if he really targeted herself, she would definitely die without knowing how.

"Master, these monsters are very stubborn."

Just as he was about to find an excuse to stop, Nun Miejue interrupted him and said, "Since you are so stubborn, I will chop off both of your arms!"

Ding Minjun was forced into a corner and had to pick up his sword and move forward again, but he was hesitant and his actions were slow.

"Stop!" It didn't take long for Wei Yixiao to appear and leave. At this moment, at the northwest corner where he appeared, two figures rushed over.

One of them was a ragged teenager, and the other was wearing a white robe of the Ming Cult, but the robe was not embroidered with the Ming Cult's unique red flame, but instead with a lifelike black flying eagle.

The two of them must have chased Wei Yixiao all the way here, but the difference in their lightness skills was huge. They could have originally been able to follow the footprints left on the yellow sand, but when they got here they could no longer distinguish them because of the large number of people.

The young man lost his direction and shook his head anxiously. He saw that hundreds of people from the six major sects were surrounding dozens of people from the Ming Cult. The scene was extremely bloody, so he shouted and ran forward.

"Aren't you ashamed to treat an unarmed person like this?"

The young man was about twenty years old, with a pair of delicate eyes under his thick eyebrows, and a handsome appearance with a gentle temperament like jade.

However, he is still slightly inferior to Song Qingshu.

"Zhang Wuji"

Song Qingshu recalled Zhang Wuji's appearance on Mount Wudang nearly ten years ago. Because he was hit by the Mysterious Nether Palm, his face was blue and purple, and he looked exhausted.

Looking at him now, he is tall and straight, and although he looks anxious, he can't hide the spirit of youth. No wonder so few people can recognize him.

Zhang Wuji's shout was full of power, and everyone present did not know his true identity, so no one spoke for a while.

Ding Minjun felt relieved. He left the people of Hongshui Banner alone and turned around and shouted, "Anyone in the Demon Sect can be killed. Why don't you ask them if they feel ashamed when they take human lives?"

Tang Yang said angrily: "My Ming Cult is a righteous sect, and all the brothers in the sect are committed to expelling the barbarians. When it comes to taking human lives lightly, we are not as good as your Emei Sect!"

While the two were arguing, Song Qingshu, Master Miejue and other masters from various sects were paying attention to the white-robed man standing on the sand dune. The black eagle was the symbol of the Sky Eagle Sect, and they didn't know if there were any helpers behind him.

Zhang Wuji took advantage of this opportunity to rush in front of the people of Hongshui Banner and pressed acupoints to stop the bleeding and bandaged the wounds of the wounded man with a broken arm.

"Thank you for saving my life. May I ask your name, young man?"

"My last name is Zeng, and my name is Zeng Aniu."

Zhang Wuji moved very quickly and soon he had helped everyone stop bleeding. Nun Miejue also came to her senses and scolded, "Minjun, I told you to cut off the arms of these monsters. Are you deaf?"

Nun Miejue was proud of her status and disdained to argue with a junior, so she began to blame Ding Minjun for her poor performance.

Ding Minjun knew that if she delayed any further, she would be punished by her master, so she ignored everything else and swung out a palm to first knock Zhang Wuji back, and then cut off Tang Yang's other arm.

"Oh!"

But Zhang Wuji did not move at all while Ding Minjun's right wrist was broken and she was blown away by a huge force, falling several feet away.

This scene happened very suddenly. Everyone present except Song Qingshu was shocked. Is it true that you can't judge a person by his appearance? This country boy who came from nowhere turned out to be a top master?
"Good boy, I made a mistake."

Even with the ability of Master Miejue, it was beyond her ability to shock Ding Minjun out like this. She thought to herself that in today's martial arts world, perhaps only the Taoist master Zhang Sanfeng had such power.

But she was as hot-tempered as ginger and osmanthus, and she became more and more fierce with age. Seeing that her disciples were not up to the task, she stepped forward and said coldly, "Take my three sword strikes first, and then come and give orders!"

Everyone present had seen how sharp the Sword of the Heavenly Sword was, and it was definitely not something that could be blocked by flesh and blood. Let alone three strikes, even one strike would be enough to chop the young man in half.

"This move by Nun Miejue is really unethical" (End of this chapter)