When Yang Tiantai heard something happened, he hurriedly used his light skills to chase Mu Wushuang. After a few hundred steps, he turned around. Yang Tiantai suddenly saw a man lying in the middle of the road, and couldn't help but feel cold. Mu Wushuang ran to the man a few big strides, squatted on the ground and shouted loudly: "Uncle Zhang, Uncle Zhang! I am Wushuang! Wake up!" Yang Tiantai slowly squatted down, reached out to touch Uncle Zhang's neck, and shook his head at Mu Wushuang and said: "It's useless, it's dead."

"What the hell is going on?" Mu Wushuang pulled out the Juluo sword behind her, and the harsh murderous aura rushed to the four directions. Yang Tiantai carefully checked Uncle Zhang's body, and there was no obvious wound on her body. "Is it invisible to hurt people?" Yang Tiantai's brow locked even tighter. "Uncle Yang! What's going on?" Mu Wushuang shouted anxiously. "Mr. Nephew, don't be anxious, let me take a look!" Yang Tiantai put his hand on the body and shouted.

Mu Wushuang was stunned, then forced a breath and stared at Yang Tiantai intently. Yang Tiantai didn't find anything unusual, so he could only use his palm to press Zhang Bo's chest slowly. Zhang Bo's body was concave like a collapsed house, and a large pool of blood slowly oozed out from Zhang Bo's back. "This...this..." Yang Tiantai could hardly believe his eyes, "This...this is...this...this is...theis...theis...theis...theis...theis...theis...theis...theis...theis...theis...theis...theis...theis...theis...theis...theis...theis...theis...theis...theis...theis...theis...theis...theis...theis...theis...theis...theis...theis...theta...there's the...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...theta...

"Tiangang Hand?" Mu Wushuang ran and asked Yang Tiantai, "What is that? Uncle Yang, you say something!" Yang Tiantai couldn't speak when he used his qi to lift his energy, but he just silently thought in his heart: "This is definitely the power of the Tiangang Hand, it's impossible to make a mistake. However, this power is not the internal force of the Zixiang Divine Art... If the two senior brothers Li Lu took action, they would have to break the tendons and veins, and the internal organs would be broken, and the bones would not be damaged at all. Now... it's like the Tiangang Hand activated by external forces." Thinking of this, Yang Tiantai looked at Mu Wushuang and silently said: "Fortunately, you are with me, otherwise you wouldn't be able to wash it clearly if you jumped into the Yellow River! All I know is that you can use this kind of Tiangang Hand activated by external skills."

Mu Wushuang glared at Yang Tiantai, then realized that he could not speak when he used his light skills, so he had to slowly shrink his eyes and run forward frantically. He chased after him, and there were more and more corpses of the villagers on the roadside. At first, there were only a few, but at the back there were no less than twenty villagers killed. Mu Wushuang was suffocating and running wildly, and suddenly jumped off the tree on the roadside, and waved his palm and slashed at Mu Wushuang's chest. This person's body movement was not slow.

But it was a little worse than the young stubborn jade. Mu Wushuang's eyebrows were tightened, and he waved his sword and cut off the right arm of the visitor. The visitor screamed suddenly. Mu Wushuang's right hand stuck the neck of the visitor, and his arm exerted force to carry him into the air - all of this was done by Mu Wushuang during the running process. Mu Wushuang suddenly stopped and shouted, "Who are you! Say!" At this time, Mu Wushuang's chest was covered with blood, like an evil ghost coming to the world.

Yang Tiantai also stopped quickly and looked at the person whose right arm was cut off by Mu Wushuang. The person who came was already stuck by Mu Wushuang, and could only squeeze out a few words from the gap of his teeth: "Yang... Yang... Master Uncle... Xiao Wu... Xiao Wu... Knowing that he was wrong..." "Yuchi Wu? Why is it you!" Yang Tiantai said in surprise. "Does Master Uncle Yang know him?" Mu Wushuang asked with fierce eyes. Yang Tiantai said with disbelief: "It's your fellow brother..." "My fellow brother? Brother? Humph, you have to kill someone to pay for your life!" Mu Wushuang said with his right hand with force. "Wushuang..." Before Yang Tiantai finished speaking, a stream of blood foam surged out of Yuchi Wu's mouth. Yuchi Wu bounced his legs a few times, and there was no movement.

Mu Wushuang threw away the body and turned his head to look at Yang Tiantai. Yang Tiantai sighed and made a walk. The two continued to run forward. The noisy voices were getting closer, but Mu Wushuang and Yang Tiantai had already heard the sound of the villagers calling and asking for help. As they ran wildly, Yang Tiantai's true energy had almost been consumed. Mu Wushuang also ran a little gasped. Bypassing a hillside, all the villagers were concentrated at the base of the mountain, and several people in strong suits were standing in front of the villagers and saying something. Mu Wushuang felt a force suddenly exploded, and his body was filled with strength in an instant. Mu Wushuang didn't speak, and directly flew up the Juluo Sword and chopped one of them.

When several people saw Mu Wushuang showing off his weapons, they immediately scattered. Only the man who rushed over pulled out a ghost-headed sword and raised it to block Mu Wushuang's thunderous sword. The swords and swords intersected, and the man had been split in half by Ju Luo Jian before he could react. Mu Wushuang swung his left hand, and the blood on Ju Luo Jian flew into the weeds on the roadside, and at the same time, he was filled with a dull sound, and the man's body fell to the ground.

Mu Wushuang quickly glanced around and saw that most of the villagers were safe and sound. He felt a little relieved, but his nerves that had just relaxed suddenly became tense again: "Where is Xiaoyu? Where is the master? Where are they?!" Yang Tiantai was slower than Mu Wushuang, and came to him and looked at the people around him. He couldn't help but feel angry and shouted at someone: "Zhang Zhubei (played by Tonghai), what do you want to do?!"

As soon as Yang Tiantai finished speaking, a person immediately walked out of the crowd. This man was slightly fat, holding a pair of judge pens made of fine iron, and looked a little kind. The visitor put away the judge pens and bowed and said, "Why do you have to be angry with Brother Yang? Junior brother is also on orders. Well... Senior Brother Yang, you don't need to call your junior brother's name directly, do you hate me so much?" "After orders? Who is the order? Is Zhang Zhengling's?!" Yang Tiantai shouted. "Tsk, let's forget about Brother Yang's bad temper, but his complexion is not very good. Have you just had a fight with someone?" Zhang Zhubei looked at Yang Tiantai with a smile and said. However, Zhang Zhubei's eyes never left Mu Wushuang and the Juluo Jian in his hand.

When Yang Tiantai heard Zhang Zhubei say this, he immediately took a deep breath. Indeed, he had just competed with Mu Wushuang for foot strength, but his internal strength was greatly damaged. As soon as he spoke in a hurry, Zhang Zhubei immediately caught the flaw. Taking advantage of Yang Tiantai and the others' speech, Mu Wushuang carefully observed the surroundings and found that Li Tianmu and Lu Xianping were not there, only Zeng Ding was surrounded by a group of villagers. "Where are Master and the others?" Mu Wushuang thought to himself. Zhang Zhubei also whispered to his several of his junior and nephews: "Be sure to be careful, that boy and that sword are strange."

Yang Tiantai slowly walked to Mu Wushuang and whispered: "Mr. nephew, the one who holds the judge's pen is also your uncle. His name is Zhang Zhubei, his name is Tonghai, and his nickname is Snake Chanying. This man is kind-hearted and cruel. He likes to do shameful things on weekdays. His martial arts are not inferior to me. You must be careful of his hidden weapons." Mu Wushuang nodded, then bowed with his fists and said: "My younger generation, Mu Wushuang, has met Master Tonghai. Since Uncle Zhang is a member of the Nine Sword Pavilion, why did he do such a shameful thing?"

Zhang Zhubei looked at Mu Wushuang again, and said with a kind face: "Haha, don't misunderstand me. I said that I just acted on orders and acted on orders." Mu Wushuang held Ju Luojian tightly in his left hand and asked: "Why would you dare to ask Uncle Master what he is responsible for?" "Of course we are welcoming Senior Brother Zongmo!" Zhang Zhubei said in a slight contempt. As soon as Zhang Zhubei finished speaking, his right hand suddenly raised, and a cold light shot directly into Mu Wushuang's dantian.

Mu Wushuang didn't expect that Zhang Zhubei would suddenly attack, and his body instinctively flashed to the left, and the hidden weapon barely wiped Mu Wushuang's right waist and flew over. Before Mu Wushuang could adjust his body, the black wind blew in Zhang Zhubei's hand, and the judge pointed directly at the Quchi point on Mu Wushuang's leg. Mu Wushuang waved his sentence and wanted to cut off his judge's pen, but Zhang Zhubei suddenly stepped up and pointed directly at Mu Wushuang's Sandalwood acupoint. Zhang Zhubei knew that the sword in Mu Wushuang's hand was cut like mud, and this judge's pen made of fine steel could not withstand his sword. If he wanted to fight with Mu Wushuang, he had to enter within four feet of his body.

At this time, Mu Wushuang's body was tilted, and he was already slower to adjust his body just now. Zhang Zhubei's move would definitely hit. "Although he has a sword in his hand, he is a young man!" Zhang Zhubei sneered in his heart. "My nephew dodge!" Yang Tiantai rushed forward with a long sword in his hand, and immediately picked the sword slanted. When Mu Wushuang was hit by Zhang Zhubei's judge's pen, Yang Tiantai's sword also arrived. The pen and sword intersected, and a crisp jingle echoed in the middle of the valley. Mu Wushuang immediately took three steps after being hit by the judge's pen.

Zhang Zhubei used the internal power of the Purple Elephant Divine Art, and Mu Wushuang was immediately beaten to a turmoil. If Yang Tiantai hadn't taken action in time, Mu Wushuang would have fainted on the spot. "Although this mutant ball is brave, he has too little experience after all, and... he wouldn't have used a sword at all." Yang Tiantai sighed and said silently. After Zhang Zhubei succeeded with a move, he immediately retreated lightly and looked at Mu Wushuang and Yang Tiantai with a smile. Mu Wushuang could only close his eyes unwillingly and try his best to suppress the chaotic aura in his body.

"Oh, I didn't expect that my junior nephew is young, but his martial arts are very good. Senior Brother Yang, Wushuang is Senior Brother Zongmo's disciple? OK, okay, very good!" Zhang Zhubei said with a smile. Yang Tiantai raised his long sword and said expressionlessly: "Tonghai, although Brother Yu is not talented, you don't think you can beat me alone!" As he said that, Yang Tiantai glanced at the four or five junior disciples standing behind Zhang Zhubei.
Chapter completed!