The entire street had become quiet. The fierce fighting had stopped completely. Everyone looked at the Taoist priest on the street.
The Taoist priest was tall and slender. He was not even twenty years old. He was extremely handsome. His hair was tied up on his head, and his long, black, jade-like hair hung down from his back, fluttering in the breeze.
Around him, dense silver light gathered into a bundle and surrounded him. Beside him, there was a flying sword floating in the air, humming.
The scene in front of him was simply too shocking. It was as if he had walked out of a Xianxia painting scroll, out of the world and floating.
Swoosh!
The fairy-like man waved his sleeve, and the flying sword and silver light around him suddenly disappeared. Then, he took a step forward and disappeared from everyone's sight in a few breaths.
"There's actually such a graceful person in this world. I, the old bat, thought that Cult Master was already a dragon among men. I didn't expect that there would be someone stronger among the stronger!”
After a while, the green-winged bat king Wei Yixiao, who was covering his wound, grinned.
Only then did everyone recover from their shock.
"I'm afraid he's no longer an ordinary person. Look at that flying sword and the silver light. I didn't expect that there would be immortals in this world. I've lived half my life in vain!”
Beside the Green-winged Bat King, the White-browed Eagle King was also shocked.
Everyone from the Ming Cult echoed with emotion.
In fact, it was not just the Ming Cult members who were shocked. The Mongolian soldiers of the Yuan Dynasty also widened their eyes. They watched the Daoist leave as if they were watching a myth. They felt that their worldview had been overturned.
"Let's go!"
"Charge! Let's go!"
Without Xuanming Elders 'interference, Zhang Wuji joined the battle. Coupled with the effects of the previous scene, the Mongolian soldiers' aura weakened a little. Both sides no longer had the mood to fight. Not long after, Zhang Wuji and the others broke through the encirclement and disappeared at the end of the street.
"Princess!"
A Mongolian general came forward and signaled to them if they should pursue the Ming Cult.
"It's fine. The people from the six great sects are still in our hands. Zhang Wuji and the others will definitely walk right into our trap.”
At this moment, Zhao Min's mind recovered slightly as she casually waved her hand and said.
"Ah Da, Ah Er, Ah San, what do you think of that Daoist priest just now? Was there really such an immortal in the world?”
After waving the Mongolian general away, Zhao Min quickly asked her guard beside her excitedly.
Ada's real name was Fang Dongbai. He was originally the leader of the four elders of Beggar's Sect. His nickname was the Eight-armed Divine Sword. He had been in Ruyang Prefecture for many years. Not only was he skilled in martial arts, but he was also knowledgeable.
"Princess, this, this is the first time I've seen such a person. I've never even heard of him before. To be able to ride a flying sword, I'm afraid that his cultivation is not even comparable to the current Immortal Zhang Sanfeng. He's really at the level of a land immortal.”
Ada's face was solemn. In fact, he was also shocked just now. Absorbing objects through space was something that could be done as long as one's cultivation reached their level. It was rumored that there were two secret techniques called Controlling Crane Technique and Dragon Capturing Technique that could easily take things from a distance. However, this was already the limit. No one had ever heard of anyone who could control a flying sword to kill like a swimming dragon.
"Princess, killing with a flying sword is something that only appears in the stories of sword immortals. How can a mortal do this? We have never heard of such a person in the world. If we didn't see it with our own eyes, I'm afraid we wouldn't believe it.”
Ah Er cupped his hands and replied. A'er and A'san were both descendants of the Vajra Sect in the Western Region. They were proficient in the Vajra Finger and were also experts in the world. However, when they thought of the scene where He Biweng was blown into pieces just now, they were still afraid. After all, they were not stronger than Xuanming Zhenren.
"Then why did this immortal suddenly appear in the capital? It didn't seem like they were here for the six great sects. Could it really be a coincidence?”
Zhao Min frowned slightly. Seeing that the Taoist didn't seem to be interested in them, it was very likely that it was just a coincidence. Even after killing the Xuanming Elders, he didn't attack again and instead left. Logically speaking, Zhao Min should be thankful for this situation.
After all, if that Daoist attacked them, everyone present would probably die on the spot. It was unknown whether she could escape or not. However, she still felt a little uneasy.
Zhao Min naturally didn't know that these trivial matters of the martial world were already very difficult for Zhou Zhao to raise his mind to care about. Killing the Xuanming Elders was like swatting away two buzzing flies.
"Ah Da, investigate and see if you can find out anything about this Daoist's background.”
Zhao Min tightened the reins of her horse and instructed Ada.
"We can't leave out any rumors. Even if it's a legend from hundreds of years ago, we might as well collect it. Although he looks young, who knows how long he's lived.”
Zhao Min added after some thought.
After Ah Da received the order, Zhao Min called for people to collect the corpses of the Xuanming Elders, deal with the injured, and leave.
At this time, Zhou Zhao had already arrived not far from the imperial palace of the Yuan Dynasty.
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