More and more heroes entered the valley, but they could no longer understand the situation. After the two player-like people intervened, they had no idea what was happening. All they could do was watch quietly from the sidelines and observe the development.
"Zhiruo! Kill him in one move!! "
At Ding Minjun's reminder, Miejue Shitai's expression changed and she shouted loudly.
Hugging her Yitian Sword, Zhou Zhiruo halted. Her face was deathly pale. She looked hesitantly at the young and simple Zhang Wuji, and then she looked at her Shifu, who was speaking with a stern expression. Her heart was full of hesitation.
Zhang Wuji showed mercy to her, but it made her extremely uneasy. She was worried that her Shifu would misunderstand that there was an affair between the two of them, and she was worried that the people of the Wulin world would regard her as a traitor to Emei.
"What are you waiting for? Quick! Kill him!! "
Zhou Zhiruo thrust her sword forward.
Zhang Wuji was stabbed in the right side of his chest.
Zhang Wuji, whom the Headmasters of the Six Major Sects and even the Abbot had not been able to defeat, was stabbed in the right chest by a weak girl with ordinary martial art skill, Zhou Zhiruo.
The expressions of the six great system-allocated sects and Ming Cult changed.
Mistress Annihilation sneered.
"As expected." When he saw his disciple walking back in a daze, he softly said, "Good disciple." Then, he looked at Wudang Sect. "Great Swordsman Song, right now, the five great sects have been defeated by this young brother named Ceng A 'niu. Only Wudang Sect has not sent anyone. Right now, the survival of the evil cult will be decided by Wudang Sect!"
"…"
Song Yuanqiao frowned as he looked at the heavily injured Zhang Wuji.
Being stabbed by Zhou Zhiruo, Zhang Wuji felt indescribable grief and indignation, but he did not retreat.
"Does the Wudang Sect still want to send someone out?!"
Right when he finished speaking, a young man shot out from Wudang Sect's camp. There was hatred in his eyes when he stared at Zhang Wuji.
"Allow me!"
It was Song Qingshu of the WuTang Clan.
Seeing how Zhang Wuji was taking good care of Zhou Zhiruo and how Zhou Zhiruo only attacked Zhang Wuji under Miejue Shitai's urging, Zhou Zhiruo was burning with jealousy. Now that Zhang Wuji was seriously injured, naturally she could not restrain herself and jumped out, wanting to kill this future rival in love.
"Loser, you dare to come out?!"
The Ancient Tomb disciple, Phantom Shadow, stood in front of Song QingShu.
When the players from the six great system-allocated sects saw that someone had intervened in front of Zhang Wuji, they were incredibly envious, especially when they learned of Phantasmal Shadow's identity. They knew that another strong woman might appear in the world of martial artists in the future!
The person who was the angriest in the crowd was none other than Dream Clouds.
The person who posed the greatest threat to her on the Phoenix Rank was no longer Wind Void, but Phantasmal Shadow, who had recently risen to power. If Phantasmal Shadow managed to gain Zhang Wuji's favor and successfully help him get through this disaster, then even if she could not learn Heaven and Earth Great Shift, Ming Cult would still give her a great reward to help Phantasmal Shadow increase her abilities.
"Wait!"
After thinking about it, Dream Clouds also shot out from the crowd.
"You're not a disciple of Ming Cult. The matters of Ming Cult have nothing to do with you. If you want to fight, I'll entertain you." She walked out of the six great system-allocated sects with light footsteps. She instantly attracted countless people's gazes.
"I see, so it's Class One Hall's hall master, Dream Clouds. I've heard of your name for a long time."
When Phantasmal Shadow saw his attire, there was no way she would not know his goal. She sighed in her heart.
Coincidentally, at that moment, Zhang Wuji learned from Song QingShu that Song QingShu was venting his anger on him because of Zhou Zhiruo, and he was livid.
He said resolutely, "Miss, don't worry. Song QingShu is not a problem for me. Attack!"
Song QingShu tapped against the ground, and his longsword sliced through the air. The moment he attacked, he used a killing move. He wanted to take Zhang Wuji's life.
However …
All the players in the area knew that even if Song QingShu was heavily injured, there was still an insurmountable chasm between him and Zhang Wuji.
Zhang Wuji had already reached the seventh realm of Heaven and Earth Great Shift. He sat down cross-legged and fought against Song QingShu with one hand. He turned his physical form into invisible form, and Song QingShu's sword technique could not enter his body at all.
In his anger, Song QingShu finally used Wudang Sect's secret killing move while Song Yuanqiao cried out in surprise!
His sword force flashed, and he moved like lightning to instantly arrive in front of Zhang Wuji.
Zhang Wuji did not panic. He used two fingers to clamp down on one end of Song QingShu's longsword. He exerted force, and the longsword let out a mournful whine before it snapped. Song QingShu was also injured by Zhang Wuji's flying sword.
"Does anyone else from Wudang Sect want to fight?"
Zhang Wuji was like an undefeatable God of War. Even if blood gushed out of his chest like a fountain, his expression did not change. He gritted his teeth and persevered.
The expressions of the six great system-allocated sects changed.
"Wudang Sect has already done their best. Looks like Ming Cult's luck has not run out yet. I can only sigh in resignation. Today, I will bring my disciples and junior brothers back to my sect and focus on practicing Taichi Sword. I will rise again in the future —"
"There's no need for that!"
Someone in the crowd suddenly interrupted Song Yuanqiao's words.
"The six great system-allocated sects might be the leaders this time, but the martial artists in the game did not agree to it!" The voice was cold and piercing. When it landed in the area, everyone frowned.
He had a face that deserved a beating, a brocade robe, and a hero's bandana tied around his neck, but why was he waving a paper fan around in front of the elites from the six great system-allocated sects and Ming Cult?
Happy's first impression of this person was that he had a strong urge to slap him in the face.
A few people walked out of the crowd one after another.
They stood together with the player who waved the paper fan. There were five of them, and they faced Zhang Wuji while sneering coldly.
"The Five Sword Lake Immortals have always advanced and retreated together. Today, we will fight against you, Ceng A 'niu!" Once they finished speaking, they brought out their weapons.
Bows and arrows, throwing knives, hidden weapons, and even machine-operated hidden weapons.
Happy shook his head nonstop.
'Shameless! This is too shameless!
I can't believe that I'm in the same camp as this sort of person!
Many of the players in the crowd gritted their teeth when they saw this, but they had to admit that there was a high possibility that these five people could threaten Zhang Wuji.
After all, Zhang Wuji's abilities had been greatly reduced after he was stabbed, and after he attacked once, his wound had split open. He would not be able to last for long. If they used hidden weapons, there was indeed a chance that they could torture Zhang Wuji to death.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
In an instant, arrows, throwing knives, and all sorts of hidden weapons charged at Zhang Wuji from different directions.
A few figures suddenly shot out from among the Ming Cult disciples. Their movements were incredibly fast, and they blocked the hidden weapons and arrows in the air before stopping in front of Zhang Wuji.
"Five Sword Lake Immortals, I only see five shameless scum." The man in white swung his arm, and a longspear landed in his hand. He stared at the five people in front of him in an awe-inspiring manner.
"Zhou Yu? Zhou Yu, a powerful fighter on Dragon Rank? "
When the Five Sword Lake Immortals received the notification from the system, their expressions instantly turned incredibly sour. "Why aren't you wearing the uniform of a Ming Cult disciple?"
"Because I'm from Ming Cult, and right now, I'm one of the chief masters of Ming Cult's Phoenix Sun Branch."
Zhou Yu's smile faded away.
"Enough with the nonsense. Die!"
Quite a number of players in the crowd frowned when they saw this.
It had been a plot-related quest, but as the players appeared in an endless stream, it seemed to have turned into a fight between players. This was a little strange.
"Ding!"
At that moment, all the players in the area heard the sound of the system notification.
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