"Give my brother his life!"

Song Xuan killed twelve times with one sword and suppressed most of the people. However, there was a tall and strong man in the demon sect, holding a mace, who jumped up and hit Song Xuan with a huge stick.

This person's internal strength cultivation is shown in the bronze mirror, which is the eighth level of acquired heaven.

This level of cultivation is already considered a very powerful figure in the world. Song Xuan's level of cultivation two years ago was no more than this level.

"Zhuang Qi can't do it!"

In the Demon Cult, someone roared angrily and shouted for him to retreat quickly.

But the strong man, who was called the Zhuang Flag Envoy, did not react at all. Like an iron tower, he hit it with a stick with great force, and violent friction sounds were heard in the air.

His name is Zhuang Zheng, and he is the flag bearer of the Ruijin Banner of the Ming Cult. He is born with supernatural power and has excellent internal and external skills. Even though he knows that this man in green is extremely powerful, he is not afraid at all.

If we don’t kill this person today, I’m afraid they, the Three Banners, will all have to stay here!

Facing the giant stick that was coming towards him, Song Xuan did not dodge or dodge. The long sword in his hand blew out cold light, and lightning flashed. The long sword was slashed out, and the red sword energy roared, like thunder, like lightning, and he suddenly faced it.

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Zhuang Zheng felt the mace loosen in his hand, and the spike-covered head was instantly cut open under the sharp cold light of the sword energy, and then the sword energy whizzed up and cut off half of his head!

"Zhuang Qi Envoy!"

Seeing the death of the bearer of the Ruijin Flag, everyone in the Demon Sect cried out in grief.

At the same time, Master Miejie had already joined the battlefield, drawing out the Yitian Sword from behind. Wherever it passed, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and there were a lot of casualties.

Whether it was flesh and blood or weapons, under the power of the divine weapon of the Yitian Sword, all were cut off, and no one could stop it!

Even Song Xuan couldn't help but take a second look at the Yitian Sword in Miejie's hand.

It is indeed a magic weapon in today's martial arts world. If this sword were in his hands, he would even dare to kill Guangmingding alone and attack the Demon Sect's lair!

After looking at it twice, he looked away.

The Emei Party is of great use to him, but it's not worth it to have a falling out over a sword!

"The man who holds the flag died as a martyr, and we will never live in vain!"

"Brothers from the Flood Flag and Liehuo Flag, retreat quickly, I'll be there to take care of you!"

Seeing Zhuang Zheng being killed by Song Xuan, the remaining followers of Ruijin Banner became crazy one by one and began to rush forward frantically.

Next, there were various sounds of retreat, and later calls for revenge for the Ruijin Banner brothers came one after another.

Seeing this brotherly passion, Song Xuan was a little silent.

These guys with faith are really very stubborn.

Even Yin Liting, the Six Heroes of Wudang who hated the Demon Cult deeply, felt that it was not interesting after killing several members of the Ruijin Banner cult and began to persuade them to surrender.

After being exterminated but still not relieved, Yitian Sword killed more than ten people in a row before using the acupuncture method to pin down the remaining fifty or so Ruijin Banner followers.

"Master Tai, how should we deal with these people?" Yin Liting asked.

"Take it forward and keep going, kill Ji Tian before the next round of battle!" Miejiehen said.

But then, she seemed to have thought of something, and turned to look at Song Xuan, who was cleaning his sword at the side.

"Master Nephew Song, what do you think?"

Song Xuan shook his head and said, "These people can be regarded as men who risk their lives and are good at resisting Yuan Ting's rule. If possible, I would actually like to recruit them."

Miejie chuckled and said: "It seems that Master Nephew Song really has great ambitions. But don't think about recruiting and surrendering. If these people from the Demon Cult can surrender, they won't be called the Demon Cult by us!"

These people are all crazy!"

Song Xuan smiled: "I'll try it!"

As he spoke, he walked up to a member of the Ruijin Banner cult who was standing still and said, "Although you have been tapped on your acupuncture points, you can still speak. Let me ask you, do you want to live or die?"

"Bah, you thief! If you kill my flag bearer, I can't wait to tear you alive!"

Song Xuan sighed, flicked his finger between his eyebrows, and with a pop, a small blood hole appeared on the other person's forehead, causing the person to die immediately.

"The two armies are fighting. Life or death depends on fate. If you don't surrender, you won't surrender. If you scold me, then I won't tolerate your behavior!"

Song Xuan snorted coldly, walked to the next demon sect member again, and said, "What about you?"

"Bah, you thief."

puff!!

There was another sound of flesh and blood being pierced, and after killing the opponent with a burst of strength, Song Xuan walked to the other person again.

"Are you willing to surrender?"

The man subconsciously wanted to curse, but after seeing the cold murderous intent in Song Xuan's eyes, his lips moved and finally did not speak.

Don’t say surrender, don’t say not surrender, choose silent confrontation.

Seeing this, Song Xuan smiled and said to Mie Mie: "You see, this person is very polite. Such a person can still be kept!"

Next, Song Xuan asked them one by one.

Among these people, some cursed Song Xuan and were killed by the Song eldest son, while some closed their eyes and refused to say anything.

For the sake of their righteousness, they can die calmly, but if they die just because of their pleasure, they always feel that it is not worth it!

There were more than fifty people, and in the end thirty people were left.

These people are unwilling to surrender, but that doesn't mean they really want to die. Who doesn't want to live without betraying the Ming Cult?

"I am a reasonable person."

Song Xuan smiled lightly and said: "Our six major sects and your Mingjiao have grievances left over several generations ago. This is an issue left over from history. We are fighting each other on the battlefield. No one should blame the other.

I'll kill you, and you can kill me too, it's up to you.

There is actually no personal enmity between you and me, but if you curse me, you will have enmity!"

Everyone responded in silence.

Song Xuan continued: "On the battlefield, swords and guns have no eyes, life and death are determined. But now that the battle is over, I am not a person who kills indiscriminately. How about this? How about I make an agreement with you?"

Still no one from the Demon Cult spoke.

Song Xuan mocked: "Why, you people from the Demon Cult have no manners at all?"

The next moment, a middle-aged man who looked like the leader finally spoke, "We admit that we were caught because we were not as good as others. But if you want us to surrender, forget it."

It is nothing more than one death, what difference does it make if you die early or die later?"

"I'm not asking you to surrender!"

Song Xuan smiled and said: "Let's make a deal. I'll let you go, and you can go back to Mingjiao. But in the next battle between us and the six sects, you can't interfere anymore, how about that?"

"This" person hesitated.

"You are prisoners!" Song Xuan shouted: "To put it bluntly, you should be corpses now!"

"I will give you a chance to live, but you will not participate in the next war. Are you still unable to accept this condition?"

"Master Nephew Song!" Master Miejie said displeasedly: "How can the Demon Cult demons have any integrity? If you really let them go back, they will definitely break the agreement and continue to participate in the war!"

As soon as these words came out, the demon sect man suddenly became angry.

"We, the members of the Holy Religion, are all tough-minded men who have sacrificed their lives for justice. How have we ever broken our promises?!"

Song Xuan smiled and said: "So, you agreed?"

"Yes, I agreed, but I'm afraid you don't have the guts to let us go!"

Song Xuan said no more, his figure flickered into afterimages in the crowd, untied everyone's acupuncture points, and then drove them away like ducks.

After everyone from the Demon Sect had gone away, Miejie was dissatisfied and said, "You really want to let the demon sect go like this?"

If anyone else had dared to make such a decision, she would have exploded a long time ago, but this person was Song Xuan, the future third-generation leader of Wudang, and her future son-in-law of Emei.

The most important thing is that Song Xuan's strength has become surprisingly strong after not seeing him for two years. She thinks she is no match for him.

Song Xuan smiled and said: "Master, please forgive me for making decisions without authorization!

I just want to see whether it is the faith of Mingjiao that is more powerful, or the so-called human heart that is more terrifying!"

Miejie frowned, she couldn't understand.
Chapter completed!