Zongwu: Give you a chance and get a 10,000 times critical hit return!

"Humph, what a cunning little fox!"

Nun Miejue glanced at Zhao Wuxian and felt that she had seen through Zhao Wuxian's conspiracy.

She immediately changed her words and said, "That being said, today is Master Zhang's birthday banquet. How can I waste your time?"

She is righteous and awe-inspiring.

He took a step and flew out with a wooden sword in his hand.

Landing on the hilt, he slashed the wooden sword, posing the starting stance of the Emei Sword Technique, and said, "Please!"

Mu Wanqing opened her eyes, with a sword light in them, and said, "Please!"

She raised the tip of her sword, and the sharp and murderous sword energy cut through the air.

Zhao Wuxian asked curiously, "Yuyan, what did you just say to Wanqing?"

Wang Yuyan blinked and said with a smile: "One sword will decide the outcome!"

Groan!

The sound of the sword was earth-shattering.

Zhao WuXian looked over.

Mu Wanqing's figure has already soared into the air, her sword energy is violent, her body and sword are combined like a sword wheel, powerful and swift.

"what?"

Nun Miejue, who had just started practicing the Emei Sword Technique, wanted to rely on her own experience to fight with Mu Wanqing.

Unexpected.

Mu Wanqing's first sword move was her ultimate move, which was the "Twelve Swords of Shura" that she improved after listening to Wang Yuyan's suggestions.

"Thirty-Six Swords of Shura" is a sharp and brutal move.

The improved "Twelve Swords of Shura" is even more powerful with each sword being more powerful than the last, and can also add up to the power of the previous sword.

Limited by the venue, Nun Miejue could only accept the challenge and change to her self-created "Miejue Sword Technique".

but!

There is calculation in mind but no intention.

Twelve shocking sword beams tore through the sky, shattered the Miejue sword energy, and directly blasted Nun Miejue away.

Chapter 60: Seize the Sword of Heavenly Sword, Shaolin Five Divine Pills, and gift the Wudang Sword!

"puff!"

In the sword light, Nun Miejue tried her best to resist, but was still blasted away by Mu Wanqing's sword.

Her wooden sword shattered.

The qi and blood surged, the true energy was shaken, and a mouthful of fresh blood could not be held back and spurted out directly.

"Master!"

"Senior sister!"

The Emei disciples exclaimed.

Nun Miejue fell to the ground, stepped back more than ten steps, and barely stood still.

"you lose!"

The cold voice exudes an imposing edge.

When Master Miejue came to her senses.

A wooden sword was placed in front of her.

Nun Miejue was furious. She actually lost?

How can it be?

She vaguely felt that she had fallen into a trap.

The opponent saw through his idea of ​​fighting in a free-range manner and winning by relying on his experience and profound skills.

Only then would he come up and attack directly, relying on the momentum he had just gained from the breakthrough.

Mu Wanqing put away the wooden sword and said frankly, "If you wait another hour, I might be the loser."

Nun Miejue stared at her and said, "You..."

Is this showing off?

Showing off counts for everything?

Murder and kill!

Nun Miejue misunderstood. Mu Wanqing was just telling the truth and had no intention of showing off.

But Master Miejue was narrow-minded and scheming, so naturally she had a different interpretation.

Just as she finished her words, she vomited another mouthful of blood. She was so angry that her eyes turned black and she fell backwards.

"Senior sister!"

The two masters Jingxuan and Jingxu came running over using their lightness skills.

Jingxu supported her before she fell to the ground.

"Witch, you have no moral principles!"

Master Jingxuan was extremely angry. She swung her whisk and three thousand silver lights swept towards Mu Wanqing, hinting at the killing move of the Emei Spear.

When Master Miejue lost, she also lost the Sword of the Heavenly Conqueror. How could the disciples of the Emei Sect not be angry, anxious, and furious?

In their eyes, Mu Wanqingsheng was really not genuine.

How can you use a big move right at the start?

Nun Miejue, you are not ready yet!

So unreasonable!

Mu Wanqing was about to draw her sword when a figure stood in front of her, blocking Master Jingxuan.

"roll!"

The shout was like thunder and the true energy was like waves, shaking the sky.

After this drink.

The three thousand silver threads of the whisk broke into pieces one by one.

Master Jingxuan felt as if an iron wall was crashing down on her. She groaned, flew back, and fell to the ground.

"Uncle!"

Ji Xiaofu and Bei Jinyi hurried to help her.

Master Jingxuan vomited blood and her face turned pale, obviously she had suffered internal injuries.

Zhao Wuxian glanced coldly at the Emei disciples and said, "Losing is losing, winning is winning. Does the Emei sect want to regret it?"

"Or are you not convinced and want to continue fighting?"

"Come on, don't accuse me of bullying women, I can beat a bunch of you with one hand!"

Everyone in Emei stared at him, angry but not daring to say anything.

Mu Wanqing looked at the prince who was protecting her. His fair face and clear eyes were filled with emotion and admiration.

His Highness's back.

It feels so safe.

I really want to get close to you.

"Your Highness, I..."

Zhao Wuxian glanced at him.

Abbot Kongwen immediately shut his mouth. He felt that if he said another word, he might die.

This damn oppressive feeling.

"Ahem, in a martial arts contest, it all depends on one's ability."

Zhang Sanfeng stood up at this time.

He said impartially: "This girl defeated Nun Miejue in an upright manner, and she did not stab anyone in the back."

He Taichong said loudly: "That's right, a martial arts competition is not a show of fancy moves. Who says we have to fight for hundreds of rounds?"

"Yes, it was clearly Nun Miejue's own carelessness. How can you blame this girl for her sharp moves?"

The rest of the people also took their stand.

With the help of Master Jingxu, Master Miejue had woken up. When she heard the voices of the crowd, her face turned paler than paper.

She looked at Zhang Sanfeng with sharp eyes.

Zhang Sanfeng looked calm and composed, as if he didn't see her.

"Great, great Wu-Tang Clan!"

Nun Miejue snorted coldly.

She looked at Zhao Wuxian again and said, "We, Emei, are willing to accept defeat and leave the Heavenly Sword to Your Highness for safekeeping."

"But one year later, I will personally go to the Duke of Jingguo's mansion, pay her a visit, compete with her again, and take back the Heavenly Sword!"

Nun Miejue naturally was unwilling to lose like this.

She didn't feel that she had lost, but that Zhao Wuxian was too insidious and despicable.

She made these harsh words not to prove anything, but to tell everyone that she would definitely win back what she lost.

"Okay, welcome to visit us."

Zhao Wuxian smiled brightly and said, "But, Master, please bring the things you want to pledge."