"Can't you go and help him?" Zhao Min knew that his little kung fu was only enough to deal with the second- and third-rate figures in the martial arts, and Zhou Zhiruo had won the title of "No. 1 in the world" in the lion slaughter conference, although this title was full of moisture.

Looking at the two blurred lights and shadows, Zhou Zhiruo shook her head: "It's not that I don't want to help, but I can't help, they are too fast, I reluctantly make a move, and it will only become a burden to him." ”

"Hmph, you were so powerful when you bullied me, but now when you really need to take action, you're empty, it's really useless. Zhao Min pursed his lips disdainfully and couldn't help but roll his eyes.

Zhou Zhiruo replied lightly: "As long as I can bully you, it's enough." ”

"You!" Zhao Min was choked by her words, and snorted coldly, "Since you can't do it, it's up to me." ”

"You?" Zhou Zhiruo looked Zhao Min up and down, and finally smiled disdainfully, "I let you have two hands, you can't beat me, and you still want to help?"

"Big breasts really make brainless," Zhao Min sneered, "Not all problems need to be solved with martial arts." ”

Glancing at Zhao Min's bulging chest, and then looking down at his obviously smaller chest, Zhou Zhiruo's face flashed a blush, and before he had time to attack, he heard Zhao Min shouting at the two people who were fighting:

"What's that called...... What Mingzun, your disciples and grandchildren in Persia are about to be slaughtered by the Mongol army of the Western Expedition, how can you still have the heart to make waves in the Central Plains?"

"Nonsense, Huo Shan's kid just sent someone to stab the commander of the Mongolian Western Expedition, Hulegu, into a serious wound, and took the opportunity to unite with the Egyptian Mamluk cavalry, annihilated the 2w Mongolian elite, and also beheaded your Mongolian vanguard general timidly. Mingzun's sneering voice came out.

Nowadays, although the Persian Ming Sect is nominally the leader of Xiao Zhao, the power in the sect is still in the hands of the great elder Huo Shan, who is the old man in the mountains who makes European countries frightened.

"How long ago was that?" Zhao Min smiled disdainfully, "During this time, you left Guangming Ding and ran around in the Central Plains, I'm afraid the news is not smooth enough, right?" Because Hulegu was seriously injured in the assassination, our Great Khan, under the fury of the Great Khan, gathered 100,000 elite Mongolian iron horsemen, and razed the eagle's nest, the seat of your Ming Persian head sect, to the ground. Seeing that the situation was impossible, Huo Shan led the remnants of the Ming Sect to surrender, but the Great Khan was angry at their previous assassination and ordered Huo Shan and others to be executed. ”

"What!" Mingzun was shocked and angry, obviously this news was too unexpected, in his layout, he needed the Persian Sect and the Middle-earth Sect to echo the East, if the Persian Sect was destroyed, even if he controlled more forces in Middle-earth, it would be difficult to support it alone.

"Ahh

Because of the distraction, Mingzun did not dodge Song Qingshu's new round of attacks, and there were a few more sword marks on his body, and he hurriedly focused on dealing with it in shock.

When the situation was stabilized, Mingzun scolded angrily: "The little demon girl of Mongolia is obviously deliberately distracting me. The Persian altar was hidden in the mountains, a few hundred meters away from a blockhouse, easy to defend and difficult to attack, and for hundreds of years the lords of Europa wanted to get rid of it as soon as possible, and the eagle's nest still stood in the middle of the reckless mountains. Don't say that your 100,000 army is a million army, what's the use!"

The location of the main altar of Mingjiao Persia is the eagle's nest, and there are countless pillboxes scattered around it for dozens of miles, for hundreds of years, no foreign enemy has ever successfully attacked, and even connecting the eagle's nest can not do it, so after Mingzun came back to his senses, he naturally didn't believe what Zhao Min said.

"You have been pretending to be Brother Wuji for so long, and now you know that I am a little demon girl?" Zhao Min's lips flashed with a beautiful arc, "Although what you said is true, but you don't want to think about it, why are those lords of Europa helpless against you? Isn't it because they have too few soldiers and horses and are too far away from the Persian altar?"

Zhao Min put his hands behind his back and said as he walked: "Those lords of Europa, how many soldiers can a castle muster? Huo Shan, he naturally doesn't have to be afraid. At the beginning, my Great Mongol Empire swept all the way to the banks of the Rhine River with tens of thousands of troops, and now for Huoshan, an unprecedented army of 100,000 troops has been dispatched, do you really think that the eagle's nest cannot be broken?"

Mingzun was suddenly shocked in his heart, since he successfully captured Zhang Wuji, he led the Mingjiao and the Mongolian army to fight, naturally knew that the Mongolian iron cavalry was terrible, if Temujin really sent 100,000 elite horsemen to attack the eagle's nest, the eagle's nest might not be able to hold it.

Mingzun suffered from gains and losses in his heart, and the movements in his hands were inevitably a little stagnant. How could Song Qingshu let go of such a good opportunity, under the pursuit of victory, one sword was faster than another, and the sword qi in the sky was full of sword energy, as if there were dozens of Song Qingshu attacking Ming Zun at the same time.

Ming Zun was shocked to find that there was no way to recover the decline, and after a hundred moves at most, he was afraid that he would be hated on the spot.

"The little demon girl is killed!" Mingzun roared, no longer letting the Holy Fire Order protect his side, and all of them shot towards Zhao Min.

With the earth-destroying aura attached to the Holy Flame Order, don't say that it is Zhao Minjiao's dripping body, it is hard granite, and if it is touched by the Holy Flame Order, it can only be broken into powder, Song Qingshu and Mingzun have been fighting for so long, so it is naturally clear. If he ignores Zhao Min and continues to attack in the next move, Mingzun will be seriously injured if he doesn't die, but Zhao Min will definitely die.

Between the lightning and flint, Song Qingshu could not tolerate hesitation, as if subconsciously, Song Qingshu gave up attacking Mingzun, and in a flash, he swung his sword and struck at the Holy Fire Order in the air.

Mingzun showed a strange smile, and with a wave of his long sleeves, the Holy Flame Order suddenly scattered as if it had received an order, and quickly swirled towards Song Qingshu's body from all directions.

Song Qingshu was worried that it would be too late to save Zhao Min, so he exerted his speed to the extreme, and at this time, he was so old that he couldn't dodge in mid-air, and barely knocked three pieces of the Holy Flame Order away, but was slapped heavily on his body by the other three Holy Fire Orders.

"Poof!" Song Qingshu spurted out a mouthful of blood, and before he could breathe, Mingzun had already made a palm print on his vest.

Song Qingshu only felt as if all his internal organs were shattered, and the true qi in his body almost collapsed, so he hurriedly waved his sword backhand.

Mingzun's pupils froze, and he quickly retreated a few feet, looked at several blood holes in front of him, and couldn't help but be shocked: "What kind of swordsmanship are you?"

Song Qingshu coughed up another mouthful of blood, shook his head with a wry smile, and hurriedly used ten thousand swords to return to the sect under his serious injury, and his power was really greatly reduced. Mingzun looked at the color hanging all over his body, but he successfully avoided all the key points, and all he suffered was skin injuries, how could it be like he used the last true qi to use ten thousand swords to return to the sect, and now he has completely lost his combat effectiveness.

Ming Zun obviously knew this, and couldn't help laughing, it turned out that as soon as he understood that he would be subject to Song Qingshu's hands if he continued, he immediately gave up his own defense and used the Holy Fire Order to attack Zhao Min not far away.

He is actually gambling, if Song Qingshu doesn't save Zhao Min, he will only die faster, but after all, he is a stunning person, and he knows that there is still half a chance to turn the tables after gambling, but if he doesn't gamble, he will definitely die.

When the two girls reacted, Song Qingshu had already vomited blood and was half kneeling on the ground, if it wasn't for the wooden sword in his hand to support most of the weight of his body, he would probably have been lying directly on the ground.

The two girls changed color at the same time, and ran to him one after another, Zhou Zhiruo was higher, Zhao Min was closer, and almost at the same time came to Song Qingshu's side, holding him on the left and the right.

"Zhao Min, Zhao Min, you keep saying that you love Zhang Wuji, and you have already empathized with each other. Ming Zun knew that Song Qingshu's injuries would not be recuperated for a few years, and he would definitely not be able to recover, so he was not in a hurry to attack the past, and first adjusted his chaotic internal breath.

"You spew blood!" Zhao Min was trembling with anger, but his heart was already cold, and now, the three of them may not be able to escape death tonight. She couldn't help but secretly regret that she should have brought a few more people over, if any of the Hundred Damage Dao People, the Vajra Sect Master, or the Golden Wheel Dharma King were around, the situation would not be so bad.

The reason for the qi qi is all due to Zhao Min subconsciously not wanting the news of Zhang Wuji's accident to be known to outsiders, according to her long-term observation, she judged that Song Qingshu's martial arts are still above the masters of the Hundred Losses Daoist, and will never be weaker than the fake Zhang Wuji. And even if he is defeated, with Song Qingshu's supreme light skills on the way to Kaifeng to seek medical treatment, there is no problem in taking himself away safely.

It's a pity that she never expected that Song Qingshu would give up her absolute advantage in order to save herself, but she was seriously injured by that fake Zhang Wuji, so that no one could escape.

"Why did you run back to save me!" Zhao Min scolded while wiping the tears on his cheeks, "It's too late for me to be happy in exchange for my life." ”

"It's a pity that I can't bear to let you die. Song Qingshu sighed softly, just now he saw Mingzun use that trick to surround Wei to save Zhao, he knew that there was definitely fraud in it, but it was a pity that he couldn't watch Zhao Minxiang die.

In the previous life, Zhao Min and Ren Yingying were Song Qingshu's two favorite women in the Golden Book, especially Zhao Min, who was unparalleled in wisdom but born bright and charming, with a noble identity but the courage to abandon a qiē for love.

After coming to this almost illusory world, Song Qingshu finally saw the county lord who "I want to be reluctant", but unfortunately the fate at the beginning was too miserable, and he didn't have any effort at all, but had to fight for survival and revenge, and more coincidentally, Zhao Min was still his enemy's woman.

Compared with Zhou Zhiruo, who is intertwined with love and hate, Xia Qingqing, who has gone through hardships, and Bingxue'er, Song Qingshu's feelings for Zhao Min are not very deep, but when he saw that her life was hanging by a thread, he still rescued him regardless of his own danger, maybe just because Zhao Min represented a dream in his previous life.

Hearing Song Qingshu's words, Zhou Zhiruo's face darkened, but seeing that he was dying, it was not easy to have a seizure, so she had to look at Zhao Min angrily and scolded: "Look at the good things you have done!"