The long-faced man raised his eyebrows and danced the sword flower in his left hand and stabbed Mu Wushuang at him. Mu Wushuang slashed his sword and blocked the man's sword move, and then pierced the man's heart with a sword. The long-faced man sprayed a ball of blood mist on his chest, and lay straight on the ground and had no breath. Mu Wushuang slowly came to the other person and shouted from a high point: "Raise your head! Xin Wuke!!"

Xin Wuke shivered and looked up at Mu Wushuang, and saw Mu Wushuang's face covered with blood, and his angry eyes were faintly red. Xin Wuke whispered, "Mu... Senior Brother Mu..." Mu Wushuang naturally turned the Ju Luojian in his hand and asked, "Do you have anything else to say?!" Xin Wuke saw Mu Wushuang doing this action, and knew that his death date had arrived, immediately sat on the ground with his legs limp and looked straight at the blood dripping on the ground along the Ju Luojian's sword. Then he lowered his head silently.

Mu Wushuang said impatiently: "No? Very good! I'll send you to apologize to Uncle Lu and Master Zhang!" Xin Wuke lowered his head and whispered: "No, Brother Mu, I have something to say." Mu Wushuang nodded, squatted down and looked at Xin Wuke and said: "You said." Xin Wuke still whispered: "Senior Brother returns to Jiujian Pavilion in the future. When he sees my master, he said that Xiao Wu has already hidden his identity and has no shame to go back to see him again."

Mu Wushuang nodded and asked coldly: "Is there anything else?" Xin Wuke raised his head and closed his eyes and smiled bitterly: "I have a demon pill on my body. Brother Mu, I don't want to become a monster... Please give Xiaowu a good time!" Mu Wushuang slowly stood up straight, Xin Wuke raised his head calmly, opened his eyes slightly and looked at Mu Wushuang blankly.

Mu Wushuang slashed Ju Luo sword at an extremely fast speed, and Xin Wuke's neck and dantian flowed out of his stern blood, and his eyes were lying aside without any attention. Mu Wushuang reached out and closed Xin Wuke's eyes and whispered: "When there, apologize to the two uncles, they will definitely forgive you... As for Uncle Liu, I will fill you up for you, don't worry, Junior Brother Xin." After that, Mu Wushuang took a deep breath, stomped his feet and rushed to the roof, and ran towards the inn.

When Mu Wushuang arrived opposite the inn, Huijie was running towards Long Yubing with his teeth and claws. Lin Miao looked at Huijie with anger and his body trembled constantly. Mu Wushuang pressed his eyebrows and knew that Lin Miao had suffered internal injuries, and Zhang Xi had raised his sword with a blue face to rush towards Huijie. Mu Wushuang immediately raised the Juluo Sword and saw Huijie, and turned into a ball of white wind to slash towards Huijie.

Hui Jie suddenly heard the sound of wind above his head, and hurriedly stopped and leaped backwards. Mu Wushuang slashed hard on the bluestone road with a sword, and the stone chips flew everywhere. Mu Wushuang stood up straight and raised his left hand, and he lifted the more than 100-pound stone slab hanging on the Ju Luo Sword. Mu Wushuang waved his left hand and threw off the stone slab on Ju Luo Sword, looking at Hui Jie with anger.

Huijie glanced at Mu Wushuang and said with some contempt: "It's you, hum, who did I think it was!" Mu Wushuang put Ju Luo Jian horizontally in front of him, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth and said, "Huijie, in front of my Ju Luo Jian, is your Prajna Vajra Palm still available?" Huijie's face changed, and he then glared at Lin Miao fiercely.

Lin Miao looked at Huijie with a smirk and said, "The monster on your body should be shaking into a grandson when he sees Ju Luojian. Can you still fight for you? Master Buddha, have you thought too much!" Huijie took a deep breath and shouted viciously: "Even if there is no Dharma image to protect you, Master Buddha, I can still take your life!" Lin Miao leaned lazily against the wall and said, "If Mutuo is anxious, it is better to kill Gods and Buddhas - Master Buddha, be careful."

Huijie looked at Lin Miao with a blue face, then turned his head to look at Mu Wushuang. It didn't matter when he saw this. Huijie was frightened by Mu Wushuang and took a few steps back. The red light that appeared in Mu Wushuang's eyes had already reflected his forehead red, and the wrinkles on the bridge of his nose and the corners of his mouth were twisted like an angry beast. At this time, Mu Wushuang, except for the red light that appeared in his eyes, stood in front of Huijie like a sculpture.

Huijie was frightened and closed his hands and said, "Mu Wushuang, who is the monster you are? He actually..." Mu Wushuang bit his teeth and said, "Nonsense, I am a descendant of the demon clan, but I will kill you, a Buddhist scum today!" After that, Mu Wushuang raised his left arm suddenly and Ju Luojian chopped towards Huijie in disorganization. Huijie hurriedly jumped to the side to avoid Mu Wushuang's Ju Luojian.

Mu Wushuang immediately stretched his left arm, and Ju Luojian cut off Huijie's neck. Huijie hurriedly drilled forward again and avoided Mu Wushuang's Ju Luojian. Before Huijie had time to breathe, he suddenly felt the wind was making noise above his head. Huijie could only jump forward again and avoid Mu Wushuang's thunderous sword. After Huijue panted and avoided Mu Wushuang's killing move, he looked at Mu Wushuang even more frightened. Lin Miao looked at the red light that appeared in Mu Wushuang's eyes and couldn't help but scream in secret.

At this time, Zhang Hong also chuckled and said, "Is it so difficult to deal with such a cute beast that has not yet opened up?!" Huijie heard Zhang Hong say this, and then he thought for a moment, and immediately laughed and said, "What the national master said is that the brute force of cows and horses is only worthy of being animals!" After that, Huijie pulled his posture with a relaxed look on his face. Huiku turned his head and looked at Huijie, and hurriedly reminded Mu Wushuang, "Amitabha, donor Mu, be careful, it is Shaolin's Demon-Subduing Pestle Fist."

While Lin Miao was worried about Mu Wushuang, he couldn't help but work harder to resolve the cold power of the Bingpo Ming Palm. The few of them were masters, so he naturally saw that Mu Wushuang's composition was messy, and he just relied on his own speed and brute force to fight Huijie. Mu Wushuang gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words from his teeth: "Huijie... die for me..." After that, Mu Wushuang jumped up about a foot, raised his Quluo Sword high and slashed towards Huijie.

Seeing Mu Wushuang's chest open, Huijie sneered and secretly accumulated strength with his right fist. He immediately raised several feet to hit Mu Wushuang's dantian. Just when Huijie felt that he was determined to win, Mu Wushuang suddenly grew several feet higher with his right leg and kicked Huijie's chest with one kick. Huijie was kicked by Mu Wushuang, and immediately spit out a mouthful of blood, landed on the ground and took a few steps back to stabilize his body.

Mu Wushuang landed steadily on the ground, pointing the tip of Ju Luojian, and sneered, "Prajna, do you really think I have forgotten all the martial arts I learned? How does it feel to kick the moon in my Nine Sword Pavilion?" Huijie glared at Mu Wushuang fiercely, and then suddenly felt a commotion beside him. Huijie turned his head and saw a boy of seven or eight years old standing behind him. Huijie immediately grabbed the boy's hair and picked him up and laughed wildly: "Hua Wuchang, Mu Wushuang, do you dare to cut me and this boy in half?"
Chapter completed!