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

Nun Miejue wanted Song Qingshu to give up when faced with difficulties. Wasn't Song Qingshu thinking the same thing?
His One Yang Finger skill was so superb that even Zhu Changling, the heir of the Zhu family, was far inferior to him. Therefore, others could not see the mystery in his move just now. They all thought that Master Miejue was giving in intentionally and stopped halfway.

"Draw your sword!"

How could Nun Miejue let it go? Seeing that Song Qingshu had a sword on his back, she shouted at him, not wanting to take advantage of a junior who was empty-handed.

"Although the Heavenly Sword is a divine weapon, it is ultimately no more than the enemy of one or a hundred men."

As Song Qingshu took off his sword, he said in a clear voice: "Back then, the hero Guo and his wife left the Dragon Slaying Blade and the Heavenly Sword with great painstaking efforts, hoping that whoever obtained them could help the Han Dynasty and the world."

Although people in the martial arts world knew the reputation of the Dragon Slaying Sword and the Heavenly Sword, few knew their origins. When they heard that they were made by the hero Guo and his wife, they immediately started talking about them.

Nun Miejue looked expressionless. The secret of the Sword of the Heavenly Sword had always been passed down from generation to generation by the head of the Emei Sect. However, the Dragon Slaying Sword had been lost in the world for a long time and later disappeared together with the Golden Lion King Xie Xun.

"Now that the Mongolian masters are attacking, please stop here, Master, and discuss a plan to defeat the enemy."

When everyone heard Song Qingshu mention again that the Mongolian court sent people to ambush in Kunlun Mountain, it was difficult to tell the truth from the false. Moreover, although the Yuan people had ruled for a long time, they were still unable to do anything to the martial arts heroes in the Central Plains.

At this time, all those present were the elite masters from the six major sects, and they thought that there was nothing to worry about even if they faced the Mongolian troops.

"You are exaggerating and have ulterior motives!"

"Wait until you defeat the Heavenly Sword in my hand, then come and take charge of the country!"

Nun Miejue snorted coldly, and her men showed no mercy anymore. In the blink of an eye, they stabbed out three swords, all of which were killing moves from the Emei sword technique.

Song Qingshu held his sword but did not unsheathe it. After dodging three attacks, he said, "Then I'm sorry!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the scabbard emerged like a dragon from the sea and struck forward. Nun Miejue shook her hand and cut off the scabbard, then made a sword gesture, with the tip of the sword pointing diagonally upwards.

Song Qingshu imitated the same move with three counterattacks, which were exactly the Wudang Sect's Divine Thirteen Swords, but he used this method of combining clumsiness with skill, and the moves were not connected, but they all utilized the mysterious internal energy and were extremely powerful.

Nun Miejue relied on the sharpness of the Sword of the Heavenly Sword and did not dodge. When the two swords collided, there was a "ding" sound and the sword was cut off in half.

But Song Qingshu didn't care and continued to swing his sword. After three moves, the three-foot sword in his hand was less than one foot long.

However, Nun Miejue's sword, which was originally pointed diagonally upwards, was now sore in the wrist due to three consecutive heavy blows that she could only touch the ground with the tip of the sword and could no longer lift it.

"It's more like hammer technique than sword technique. You, old Taoist Zhang Sanfeng, actually trained such a junior disciple!"

Song Qingshu saw that Master Miejue had transferred the sword to her left hand, and knowing that she was already exhausted, he threw the broken sword in his hand directly at the Yitian Sword.

Nun Miejue gritted her teeth and swung her sword again in defiance of the evil, but this time the force was even more incredible. Under the huge force, she finally couldn't hold the sword in her hand anymore and it flew into the air.

"Protect the Master!"

Jingxuan, the eldest disciple of the Emei sect who was watching the fight nearby, saw that the situation was not right and shouted immediately. All the disciples rushed forward. Some protected Master Miejue, while others leaped forward and tried to take back the Sword of the Heavenly Sword.

However, there was still some distance between the two sides. When they got closer, Song Qingshu had already held the Yitian Sword steadily, raised it to his eyes and looked at the patterns on the sword.

"It is said that if Yi Tian is not out, no one can compete with him. But if it is only used to compete with others, then it is nothing great."

After Song Qingshu said this slowly, he turned his gaze towards the people from Emei Sect. Seeing that no one dared to step forward to seize the sword for the time being, he opened his mouth and shouted.

"Xiao Zhao, come here!"

Xiao Zhao, who was standing among the Wudang disciples, was stunned for a moment, then he keenly guessed that he should help cut off the chains on his hands and feet. He was overjoyed and rushed forward with a crisp sound of clattering.

There were four consecutive crisp sounds, and the chains on Xiao Zhao's hands and feet were cut off from the sides. It turned out that Song Qingshu was worried that the sword energy of the Sword of the Heavenly Sword was too strong and it would hurt people if not careful, so he only opened the chain from the sides.

"Thank you, Master!"

Xiao Zhao finally got rid of the shackles and immediately smiled. There was a hint of admiration in her eyes when she looked at Song Qingshu.

"Junior Sister Zhou, you can ask him for the Heavenly Sword, and you will succeed."

Ding Minjun saw that Xiao Zhao had skin as white as snow and a sweet smile. Although she looked a little young and immature, she would definitely be a stunning beauty in the future.

Thinking of this, she concluded that Song Qingshu was a lustful man, and that saving someone from the clutches of the Demon Cult was nothing but an excuse to cover up his crime.

It just so happened that Zhou Zhiruo was the youngest and most beautiful among her fellow disciples, and because she was the favorite of Nun Miejue, Ding Minjun became jealous, so she deliberately embarrassed her.

As expected, Zhou Zhiruo was angry and embarrassed, and asked angrily: "Why did you mention me?"

At this moment, Nun Miejue had separated the crowd, stared at Song Qingshu coldly with a frosty face and said: "Great! Great Zhang Sanfeng! Great Wudang Sect!"

"excuse me."

Song Qingshu held the hilt of the sword with both hands, pointed the tip of the sword to the ground, and said with a folded hand: "The Yitian Sword belongs to your sect, please send someone to retrieve it, Master."

It was naturally difficult for Nun Miejue to go and receive the call. The eldest disciple Jingxuan looked at his master's expression and was about to step forward slowly, but he heard Nun Miejue coldly say, "Zhiruo, you go!"

Zhou Zhiruo knew that her master had heard Ding Minjun's words and became suspicious, but she could not disobey her master's orders. She had been studying martial arts in the Emei Sect for seven years and had never done anything disobedient.

Although his face flushed red at this time, he still forced himself to come closer, lowering his head slightly and not daring to look at Song Qingshu.

But Song Qingshu is not Zhang Wuji, so how could he give someone a chance to be pierced through the chest with a sword? After turning the hilt over and handing over the Sword, he pulled Xiao Zhao beside him and quickly retreated.

"Humph!"

Nun Miejue originally wanted to test Zhou Zhiruo, so she asked her to stab Song Qingshu immediately after taking the sword to see if there was really an affair between the two.

But Song Qingshu did not stop at all, which was really unexpected. Master Miejue could not let her disciples chase and stab him, so she snorted coldly and her face became even more gloomy.

"Why is he ignoring me? What am I thinking about?"

Zhou Zhiruo felt both relieved and sad. She had not had much interaction with Song Qingshu since their reunion, but after this incident, she could never forget him.

"Since the Emei sect has been defeated today, we will naturally settle this account in the future!"

Nun Miejue passed by Wudang Sect's Song Yuanqiao and looked at He Taichong and said, "Among the six major sects, only Kunlun Sect has not yet taken action. This time, the siege of Guangmingding depends entirely on Mr. Tieqin!"

He Taichong never expected that Nun Miejue would push him out. He wanted to wave his hand to refuse but couldn't bear to lose face. However, if he acted rashly, he would have no chance of winning.

Just as he was wondering how to respond, his wife Ban Shuxian, who was standing beside him, suddenly said, "My husband and I have fought with this young man named Zeng before, but we were not as skilled as him!"

"I think the Demon Cult's fate has not yet ended, so all our efforts have been wasted. If we continue to fight, we will be ridiculed by our fellow martial artists and be regarded as birds of the same feather with the Demon Cult!" (End of this chapter)