Chapter 41: Carry Big Man

"Ah!"

With one wrong move, a flaw was exposed and the White Brows Eagle King's chest and abdomen were immediately pierced by five long swords, neatly passing through his body.

The pain of the heart aroused fierce anger within him, causing White Brows Eagle King to use all his strength to release a burst of true energy that broke the five swords in front of him and sent Song Yuanqiao and the other four flying back, stumbling as they retreated.

White Brows Eagle King was agitated by his own true energy, causing his white beard and hair to shake wildly. Without a word, he glared at Song Yuanqiao and the other four with a ferocious, intimidating gaze.

Song Qingshu swept through the battlefield, seeing Song Yuanqiao and the other four people winning, and was immediately overjoyed.

Even though he knew that the White Brows Eagle King looked even more fearsome after being injured, it was nothing more than a momentary advantage. He was afraid that even if he were to attack now, he would be able to take the old demon's life with just one sword strike.

However, just as Song Qingshu was about to step forward and take this opportunity to make a name for himself, he was stopped by Song Yuanqiao.

"Father?..."

Song Qingshu looked at Song Yuanqiao in confusion, not understanding what he meant. Song Yuanqiao, not knowing what his son was thinking, sternly glared at him and scolded in a loud voice.

"We already have a five-to-one advantage, it is not honorable for us to take advantage of a vulnerable opponent. Wudang Sect must not do such dishonorable things!"

By the last few words, Song Yuanqiao's voice had lowered, but his tone was even more imposing and intimidating, no longer sounding like a normal conversation between a father and son.

Seeing his father scold him severely, Song Qingshu no longer spoke. He knew that his father's views and expectations of him had changed and become more strict since Zhang Wuji's death.

"Ah!"

White Brows Eagle King pulled out the five broken swords on his chest one by one, and Green Winged Bat King looked at him and quickly went up to help him stop the bleeding and supported him from behind.

Song Yuanqiao looked around and felt that the defeat of the Ming Cult was already determined, and it was time to end this chaotic battle. He shouted to stop.

"Stop!"

As soon as the head of the sect spoke, the disciples of Wudang naturally obeyed, and the other five sects also stopped when they saw Wudang stop fighting.

The remaining members of the Ming Cult took the opportunity to catch their breath and quickly retreated to protect themselves in front of Yin Tianzheng [ White Brows Eagle King ] and Wei Yixiao [ Green Winged Bat King ].

"What? Wudang is not fighting anymore, I will fight on behalf of Mount Hua! I will take care of all these useless people from the Ming Cult!"

The two elders from Mount Hua Sect, dressed in red cross white clothes, jumped out and pointed their swords at the members of the Ming Cult. They looked arrogant and wicked, beyond redemption.

"To think that today, the White Brows Eagle King, I, was humiliated by a dog in Pingyang..."

Yin Tianzheng saw that the two of them were so crazy that they were agitated, which agitated their injuries and made him feel weak, not as good as before.

"Old ghost, today we will fight side by side and protect the Cult to the death!"

The Green Winged Bat King looked at the two clowns in front of him and was also agitated, his lips trembling.

At the beginning of the battle, these two people only dared to challenge some ordinary members of the Cult, and when he looked from a distance, they quickly ran away. But when he was tired and injured after a long battle, they stubbornly chased him with swords to take his head.

Now they are openly insulting and cursing him to his face, truly bullying him too much!

Although Miejue didn't have the Yitian sword in her hand, her arrogant appearance was not reduced at all.

"Today, the defeat of the Demon Cult is really enjoyable!"

"Zhiruo, you bring your disciples forward and go extinguish their supposedly eternal Holy Fire of the Demon Cult for me!"

Just as Zhou Zhiruo was about to draw her sword and lead her people forward, she was stopped by the Monk Kongzhi from Shaolin.

"White-Brows Eagle King, I know that you are a master of your generation and you are famous for your Eagle Claw skill, which is on par with my Shaolin Dragon Claw skill. In order to avoid being separated and humiliated by your corpse, you should just kill yourself!"

Yin Tianzheng looks around the Great Hall of the Main Altar and sees that almost every inch of it is stained with the blood of the followers and there are corpses everywhere.

He feels that he has no power to turn back the heavens and can't help but sigh deeply before raising his Eagle Claw to attack his own head.

"Eagle King, hold on!"

A loud and strong voice sounds in the ears of everyone present, and the members of the six major sects involuntarily turn their heads to look for the source of the voice, the owner of this voice must have a quite good internal strength.

At this moment, the wind suddenly picks up, stirring up dust and obscuring the vision of the members of the six major sects.

Everyone becomes alarmed and quickly waves their sleeves to disperse it, and at the same time, they are on guard for a possible sneak attack by a strong enemy.

Several of the masters with more advanced martial arts skills seem to feel a gust of clear wind pass by their side, but when they realize it, the person has already left.

When the smoke and dust clears, there is suddenly an extra figure between the six major sects and the Ming Cult, with a tiger's back and a monkey's waist, towering over others.

When they look up, they are immediately hit with a strong and domineering aura of dominance!

The person in the field casually threw the monk in his hand to the side, raised his hand in a fist and said,

"Heroes and brave men present, please stop for a moment and listen to me."

His voice was loud and clear, echoing throughout the hall and shaking the ground.

"Who are you, do you know that all of the people present here are famous martial arts masters of today's martial arts world? How can a junior like you speak here!"

After seeing that he was just a tall and strong man in his late 20s or early 30s, Song Qingshu, who had been holding his breath, seemed to find an outlet for his anger and pointed his sword at the figure in the field, loudly asking.

"Qingshu is rude, quickly apologize to this gentleman!"

Song Yuanqiao waved his hand and stopped him, looking at the big man in front of him with deep fear in his eyes.

He knew that the gust of clear wind that just passed by him was this man.

After the person had passed, he realized that if this man had just struck out with a palm towards him, he might not be able to stand here alive now!

Putting aside other things for now, just this level of lightness skill is enough to look down on all people of the current generation.

Upon being scolded by Song Yuanqiao, Song Qingshu glanced around and found that none of the heads and elder masters of the various sects showed their approval for him. They were all staring directly at that man.

Feeling that something was amiss, he sensed that this man must be very difficult to provoke. After some internal struggle, Song Qingshu's face turned red as he prepared to apologize in front of everyone.

However, to his surprise, the man just chuckled and waved his hand dismissively, exuding an air of nonchalance and magnanimity as if he had no grudges with Song Qingshu. This caused Song Qingshu to swallow back the words that were already on the tip of his tongue.

"No problem, no problem. I was being impolite and abrupt."

The man then ignored him and immediately bowed to the Six Major Sects and the remnants of the Ming Cult.

"Young man Li Xiu, a nameless person from the mountains, I came today only to try to persuade you all to stop the fighting and not fall for tricks, let the people of the Mongol Yuan dynasty laugh at us in vain!"

"I don't know what this gentleman means. How is it related to the court?"

Zhou Zhiruo stepped forward and asked softly with a frown and raised eyebrows.

The man stamped his foot and turned the unconscious monk on the ground, revealing his face, and pointed at him and shouted.

"Today, all these heroes are fighting with each other, in fact, it's all because this criminal who deserves to die a thousand times betrayed us and stirred up relationships between the various sects and the Ming Cult in secret for the court!"

The others didn't react, but the people of the Shaolin Sect all had a change of expression and recognized the injured monk on the ground.

Immediately, an enraged person jumped out from behind the Shaolin Sect.

"You dog thief, how dare you hurt and discredit my Master Yuanzhen, let you taste the sharpness of my Shaolin Dragon Claw Hand!"

Yuan Yin stopped in his tracks, shouted fiercely, and immediately used his Dragon Claw Hand to attack the man fiercely and viciously, not missing any vital points.

The man seemed unwilling to fight and only retreated while waving his hand to block, but when he had no choice, he shouted and burst out his true qi, forcing Yuan Yin to retreat step by step.

"Masters of the Shaolin Sect, if I happen to win, can you calm down and listen to me explain the details of this matter?"

The man took advantage of the opportunity and shouted towards the Shaolin Sect.