Chapter - 214 Cold Edge of the Flying Heaven-relying Longsword (10) (1/2)

Zhu'er was extremely worried; she rushed toward Zhang Wuji and reached out to help him up, but suddenly her knees went numb and she slipped to the ground. Turned out although Zhang Wuji had unsealed her acupoints, the blood had not flowed freely. Seeing he received injury, in her anxiety she rushed to help, but after a short moment her strength gave up and she fell down.

”Ahniu Ge, you … you …” she called out.

Zhang Wuji felt the blood in his chest bubbling over. Shaking his hand he said, ”I am not dead.” And then he slowly crawled back up.

In the meantime, Miejue Shitai ordered three of her disciples, ”Chop all the demons' right arms, no exceptions.”

”Yes!” the three female disciples responded and with naked swords in their hands they walked toward the Rui Jin Flag people.

Zhang Wuji hastily said, ”You … you said if I take your three palm strikes you will let them go. I … I have received one strike, there are still … still two more.”

When Miejue Shitai's palm struck Zhang Wuji, she could tell that his internal energy was very strong, and not at all of the demonic and heretical way; it was rather similar to her own energy cultivation. She also knew that although he was protecting the Devil Cult people, he was not a Devil Cult member.

”Young people should not meddle in other people's business,” she said, ”Upright and heretic should be distinguished clearly. In that one palm strike I only used thirty percent of my strength; do you know?”

Zhang Wuji knew that as a Sect Leader of a respectable sect, her words could not be empty; if she said she had used only thirty percent of her strength, then she must have used only thirty percent of her strength. But no matter how hard-to-resist the next two palm strikes would be, he could not consider his own life more important by looking helplessly while she was harming the Rui Jin Flag people. Thereupon he said, ”Disregarding my own capability, Zaixia would like … would like to receive Shitai's two palm strikes.”

Wu Jingcao called loudly, ”Zeng Xianggong, we deeply feel your kindness! You are a hero who upholds justice and loyalty, deserving everybody's utmost admiration and gratitude. You must not receive the remaining two palm strikes.”

Seeing Zhu'er fell by Zhang Wuji's side, Miejue Shitai was annoyed because she obstructed her hands and feet. Her left sleeve brushed away, she rolled Zhu'er inside the sleeve and threw her back. Zhou Zhiruo rushed one step forward to take her and gently laid her down on the ground.

Zhu'er anxiously said, ”Zhou Jiejie [older sister], quickly urge him not to receive the other two palm strikes. If you say it, he would listen.”

”Why would he listen to me?” Zhou Zhiruo wondered.

”In his heart, he likes you very much,” Zhu'er said, ”Don't you know it?”

Zhou Zhiruo blushed profusely. ”Pei!” she spat, ”How can there be such a thing?”

In a loud and clear voice Miejue Shitai said, ”Since you insist on being the real man, the hero, it is you who seek your own death. You must not blame me.” Raising her right hand, with a strong gust of wind it attacked straight to Zhang Wuji's chest.

This time Zhang Wuji did not dare to lift up his hand to block; he wanted to avoid her palm power by leaning sideways. Miejue Shitai bent her right arm and turned it around quickly. From a seemingly impossible angle, her palm shot straight forward. 'Slap!' It struck him squarely on his back. Like a bunch of straw Zhang Wuji flew horizontally in the air and fell down heavily on the ground. His body crumpled motionlessly in the sand, it looked like he had met a violent death.