Lin Bufan knocked out the monk Kongxing, then struck Abbess Miejue in the chest with a palm strike, sending her flying.
When it fell, it injured a large number of Emei Sect disciples.
Ding Minjun quickly dodged and pushed Zhou Zhiruo over.
Abbess Miejue finally crashed into Zhou Zhiruo, and the two of them fell to the ground together.
"Senior sister, you..."
Zhou Zhiruo had abrasions on her legs and arms. She looked at Ding Minjun with a slightly aggrieved, bitter, and depressed expression.
Her senior sister was clearly trying to harm her. If her falling posture hadn't been adjusted in time, she could very likely have suffered a fracture.
The aftershocks of Lin the Great Demon's palm strike were no joke.
Ding Minjun glared with her big eyes and said sarcastically, "What are you looking at? It's your good fortune to be a cushion for your master. Hurry up and help your master up."
Zhou Zhiruo silently endured it, not daring to argue with Ding Minjun, and helped up the heavily injured and vomiting blood Abbess Miejue.
Abbess Miejue grabbed Zhou Zhiruo's hand, her heart filled with urgency: "Zhiruo, the Heaven-Reliant Sword cannot be lost, it cannot fall into the hands of the great demon Lin. You must go and help your master retrieve it."
Upon hearing this, Zhou Zhiruo's beautiful eyes were filled with surprise and fear. "Master, my martial arts are far inferior to yours. How could I possibly snatch the Heaven-Reliant Sword back from the great demon?"
Ding Minjun kicked Zhou Zhiruo away and yelled, "Just go when your master tells you to, stop talking nonsense!"
He secretly laughed to himself: Junior sister, you'd better die at the hands of that great demon Lin, then no one will be able to compete with me for the position of sect leader.
Meanwhile, after severely injuring Abbess Miejue, Lin Bufan turned around and continued to torture and kill the five elders of the Kongtong Sect.
The disciples of the Kongtong Sect had no time to rescue them, nor did they dare to step forward to do so. They could only watch helplessly as Lin Bufan killed Tang Wenliang and several elders.
The main force of the Kongtong Sect... was wiped out.
Lin Bufan stood guard at the entrance of the Lu Family Manor, giving off a feeling of being able to hold off ten thousand men.
Behind him were Xiaolongnu, Li Mochou, Wanyan Ping, and several other women; in front of him were more than a thousand people from the six major sects.
They are all top-notch experts, extremely skilled in combat.
Lujiazhuang has been completely surrounded by them.
However, Lin Bufan was fearless because there was not a single Grandmaster among this group.
Above Grandmaster?
There's no need to even think about it.
No, there was a Grandmaster.
Lin Bufan finally noticed Zhang Wuji and Zhu'er behind the Emei Sect.
At this stage, Zhang Wuji already possesses the Nine Yang Divine Skill and has also learned the Seven Injury Fist taught to him by Xie Xun.
The Seven Injury Fist is a strange martial art that injures both the practitioner and the attacker when first practiced, but in the end…
Well, it hurts both others and yourself.
Unless the practitioner possesses exceptionally strong internal energy, it is not enough to conceal its flaws, thus not only preventing harm but also increasing its power tenfold.
It's obvious that Lin Bufan is such a person, possessing incredibly profound inner strength.
However, Zhang Wuji was also such a person. After obtaining the Nine Yang Divine Skill, Zhang Wuji's internal energy was inexhaustible. The Seven Injury Fist could not harm him and instead became a great help to him.
Will Zhang Wuji stand up for Abbess Miejue?
Lin Bufan thought to himself: Probably not. Back then, Abbess Miejue forced his parents to commit suicide, and he hates her.
But if it's because of Zhou Zhiruo, then who knows? He might be forced to take action.
Lin Bufan also couldn't forget the Nine Yang Divine Skill.
So Zhang Wuji, come here and stand up for the six major sects. What do I, Lin, have to fear?
Unexpectedly, Zhang Wuji did not step forward, and Zhou Zhiruo was kicked by Ding Minjun.
Zhou Zhiruo stumbled and fell in front of Lin Bufan. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, she looked pitiful and endearing.
The members of the six major sects looked at each other, not understanding the actions of the Emei Sect.
"Why send a young girl to deal with the great demon Lin?"
"Are you afraid she won't die quickly enough?"
"Are we going to use a honey trap?"
"Or perhaps Zhou Zhiruo has learned some powerful new martial arts, and Miejue is using her as a secret weapon?"
...
Amidst the commotion, Song Qingshu and Zhang Wuji were extremely anxious, worried about Zhou Zhiruo's safety.
Lin the Great Demon is ruthless; he has already killed Xianyu Tong, the Five Elders of the Kongtong Sect, and severely injured Abbess Miejue. If Sister Zhiruo (Miss Zhou) goes there now, it would be tantamount to offering herself up for death.
Song Qingshu pleaded with his father, "Father, let me go and lend a hand to Junior Sister Zhiruo."
Song Yuanqiao said cautiously, "Don't rush. Let's wait and see. Maybe Abbess Miejue has another brilliant plan."
"Her brilliant move was to get Junior Sister Zhiruo to use her beauty to seduce her."
Song Qingshu was filled with righteous indignation and said resentfully, "That damned old nun is playing with Junior Sister Zhiruo's life."
On another note, Zhou Zhiruo got up and cautiously approached Lin Bufan, her voice tense and slightly pleading:
"Young Master Lin, my master...she sent me to retrieve the Heaven-Slaying Sword. Could you...perhaps return it to me?"
"No." Lin Bufan answered decisively and resolutely.
Zhou Zhiruo was caught in a dilemma. She turned to look at Abbess Miejue, Ding Minjun, and her fellow disciples from the Emei Sect behind her.
Their eyes were urging, filled with indifference and ruthlessness, their faces icy.
No one cared about the consequences of Zhou Zhiruo's failure to retrieve the sword.
At worst, they'll die; it's not like it's them who will die.
Even Abbess Miejue held the same attitude, regarding the Heaven Sword as superior to everything else.
Suddenly, Zhou Zhiruo didn't know what to do and stood there blankly.
"It seems you're not doing well in the Emei Sect, and you're not well-liked," Lin Bufan said leisurely.
Zhou Zhiruo turned around, her eyes filled with sorrow, a flood of negative memories washing over her.
"Yes, Young Master Lin, my master treats me very well and is grooming me to be the sect leader. My senior sisters are jealous of me, resent me, and often oppose me and make things difficult for me..."
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