Chapter 239 Fierce Battle

Chapter 239 Fierce Battle

When Fan Yao heard Zhao Min's order, he quickly leaped back, and the two Xuanming Elders also stopped. However, Xin Zhen snorted and jumped out of the window and rushed towards the two Xuanming Elders.

Zhao Min shouted, "Before I came out, I told my brother Wang Baobao that if anything happens to me, he should kill all the doctors at Jimin Clinic!"

Xin Zhen did not stop, and just kept attacking the two Xuanming elders with his sword. Zhou Zhiruo also joined the battle.

The two Xuanming elders immediately cried out in pain. They had naturally seen Xin Zhen's swordsmanship before, but only when they really faced him in person did they realize how powerful Xin Zhen's swordsmanship was.

After just a few moves, the two Xuanming Elders found it difficult to resist, especially when Zhou Zhiruo occasionally attacked them with a sword from the side, making it even more difficult for them to defend themselves.

Zhao Min shouted, "Master Ku, you come up too."

Fan Yao leaped forward and was about to join the battle, but Zhou Zhiruo suddenly broke free and stopped him, saying, "Let's try our hand."

Fan Yao glanced at the battle between Xin Zhen and the two Xuanming Elders, and then drew his sword to fight with Zhou Zhiruo. He originally wanted to deal with Zhou Zhiruo, and then make other plans after Xin Zhen killed the two Xuanming Elders. He didn't expect that he was almost injured by Zhou Zhiruo at the very beginning.

Although Zhou Zhiruo only used one move, You Feng Lai Yi, at the beginning, which was considered the basic Huashan sword technique, its power was greatly enhanced after being refined by Xin Zhen's Sword Manual. Fan Yao was careless and was almost stabbed.

Only then did Fan Yao take it seriously and did not dare to be too careless, but the more the fight went on, the more shocked he became. Fan Yao knew about the events at Bright Summit, but he did not know much about the details. He did not know that Zhou Zhiruo had defeated Nun Miejue head-on. If he had known, he would certainly not have dared to be careless.

Fan Yao's specialty is swordsmanship. He boasts that apart from Zhang Zhenren on Mount Wudang, there is no one in the world who can compete with him in swordsmanship. Even if it is Fang Dongbai, Fan Yao believes that he can defeat him.

But when facing Zhou Zhiruo, Fan Yao found that there was no way he could defeat her within a few moves.

When Zhou Zhiruo and Fan Yao started fighting, she was also surprised. She saw that her opponent's sword moves were sometimes fast and sometimes slow, and there were hidden tricks everywhere. But when Zhou Zhiruo broke them up, he immediately withdrew and used new moves. Almost none of his moves could be used to the end.

Zhou Zhiruo admired in her heart: "If I had met this man before I realized that no moves are better than moves, I would not be his match in swordsmanship. Compared with Fang Dongbai, the Eight-Armed Divine Sword, this bitter monk is one step ahead."

Thinking of this, Zhou Zhiruo's swordsmanship changed, and suddenly became ethereal. There were no complete sword moves when she struck out with the sword, but it changed randomly according to Fan Yao's moves.

Sometimes it is a complete move, sometimes it is half a move, and sometimes it may just be a casual sword move. The more casual the sword move is, the more cautious Fan Yao will be in responding.

Suddenly, they heard the two Xuanming Elders screaming. Zhou and Fan looked over. Fan Yao was immediately shocked to see that Lu Zhangke had lost an arm and was trembling all over. He Biweng was shocked and shouted, "Brother, how are you?"

Zhao Min couldn't see the fighting outside from inside. She could only hear the sound of swords and Lu Zhangke's screams. Zhao Min was very anxious. The two Xuanming Elders were her most capable subordinates. Without their protection, she would never dare to step into the world of martial arts.

Zhao Min said anxiously, "Zhou Yan, don't hurt the two Xuanming Elders. If you dare to harm them, I will kill everyone in your Jimin Clinic!"

Xin Zhen snorted coldly, turned his body and drew his sword, piercing through Hebi Weng's crane brush with one sword and cutting off Hebi Weng's throat with one sword. Hebi Weng looked at Xin Zhen in disbelief and wanted to say something, but blood gushed out of his throat and he could only make a sound similar to that of an animal's throat, and then fell to the ground with a bang.

Seeing this, Lu Zhang Weng shouted in anger: "Zhou Yan, how dare you kill my brother! I will fight you to death!"

Lu Zhangweng used his remaining hand to strike out with a palm strike.

Xin Zhen showed no mercy. He pierced Lu Zhangweng's palm with his sword and cut off his head.

Fan Yao was horrified. He had never thought that Xin Zhen's martial arts skills were so high that the two Xuanming elders were slaughtered by him alone.

Secondly, he had not expected Xin Zhen to be so ruthless and ruthless. Even when Zhao Min threatened the lives of everyone in the Jimin Clinic, he still wanted to take the lives of the two Xuanming Elders. Seeing Xin Zhen leaping over, Fan Yao suddenly felt a great deal of pressure.

However, Xin Zhen did not step forward to help, but held the sword at his side and looked at Fan Yao with a smile.

He was just thinking about whether to reveal his identity, but unexpectedly Zhou Zhiruo's sword power became so powerful that he was thrown into a panic.

Xin Zhen nodded in satisfaction upon seeing this. Fan Yao was indeed a good opponent. It seemed that Zhou Zhiruo had gained a deeper understanding of the sword skills after this fight with Fan Yao. She had integrated seven or eight sets of sword techniques into one, and could use various sword moves at will, which seemed endless.

Fan Yao and Zhou Zhiruo fought for two or three hundred moves but could not determine the winner. Zhao Min could not see the situation outside and shouted anxiously: "Lu Zhangke, Hebi Weng, how are you? Master Ku, Master Ku, are you okay?"

Fan Yao naturally couldn't make a sound, as everything would be exposed if he did. Moreover, Zhou Zhiruo's sword power was so strong that even he had to concentrate all his energy to deal with it, so he had no time to respond to Zhao Min.

Xin Zhen looked at the sky, then drew his sword and walked towards the field. Fan Yao was terrified. It was already so difficult to deal with Zhou Zhiruo. If Zhou Yan died, how could he have a chance to survive? He immediately said, "Dr. Zhou, Miss Zhou, please stop for a moment. I have something to say."

Zhao Min inside was surprised and said, "Master Ku, you can talk, are you still Fan Yao, the Right Emissary of the Ming Cult?"

Fan Yao smiled bitterly and did not answer.

Xin Zhen smiled and said, "Zhiruo, come back."

Zhou Zhiruo withdrew quickly and returned to Xin Zhen's side.

Xin Zhen looked at Fan Yao and said with a smile, "Hello, Right Envoy Fan."

Fan Yao was surprised and asked, "How did you know? I was disfigured and sneaked into the Ruyang Palace. Even the brothers of the Ming Cult didn't know. How did you know?"

Xin Zhen laughed and said, "You attacked Cheng Kun three times. Cheng Kun is so smart. Do you think he didn't notice anything?"

Fan Yao gritted his teeth and said, "It's Cheng Kun again!"

He looked at Xin Zhen and said, "I have heard about what happened on Guangmingding. Thank you, Master Zhou, for protecting our sect."

Xin Zhen shook his head and said, "No need. I am not doing this for the Ming Cult, but for the people."

Fan Yao nodded and said, "Even so, I should thank you."

Xin Zhen nodded and said, "Now that your identity has been exposed, what will you do?"

Fan Yao smiled bitterly and said, "Although the princess and I are superior and inferior on the surface, she and I have been a master and disciple for ten years. I cannot bear to kill her because of this matter."

Xin Zhen nodded and said, "Then I will kill him."

Fan Yao said, "No, the princess did tell Wang Baobao before she came out that if anything happened to her, she would kill the people from the six major sects and Jimin Clinic first."

(End of this chapter)