Mu Wushuang looked at his bloody abdomen, and the suppressed anger in his heart was completely ignited. Zhong Gangju shook his wrist expressionlessly and sarcastically said, "It's really worthy of being the best external skill in the world. Humph, little bastard, your Tiangang hands in Jiujian Pavilion are known to be powerful in the world, aren't you going to use them?" Mu Wushuang stared at Zhong Gangju coldly, and naturally knew that Zhong Gangju was deliberately provoking him.

Although Mu Wushuang's internal strength has improved rapidly, it is not as powerful as competing with the experts in the martial arts world. If he uses the Qinglong Fist, Mu Wushuang can still take advantage of the exquisite moves; if he uses Tiangang Hand, Mu Wushuang's purple elephant magical power has no power to fight back in front of Zhong Gangju. Zhong Gangju saw Mu Wushuang's expression flashing, and secretly used Sanjiu Fengjiang's internal strength, hoping to give him a fatal blow while Mu Wushuang was unprepared.

Although Mu Wushuang was covered in blood, his thoughts calmed down and he thought silently: "Since this Zhong Weiling already knew that Master Geng was investigating spies, he still dared to break up with Jiujian Pavilion with such a big fanfare. Isn't he afraid of causing trouble? His purpose is about two: either he will do the opposite and want to fight and get to know us; or he just wants to defeat us one by one and then fight all in one go!"

Thinking of this, Mu Wushuang couldn't help but press his left hand on Juluo Sword. Zhong Gangju chuckled and shook his wrist: "No matter how powerful Juluo Sword is, it's just a sword. The key is to rely on who is using it!" After that, Zhong Gang raised his cheeks and bulged his right hand, and a move of Buddha Luo Xiangyun hit Mu Wushuang's chest with a thousand pounds. Mu Wushuang saw that Zhong Gangju's clothes were swaying without wind, so he naturally knew that this palm condensed Zhong Gangju's ten successes and he could never catch it.

Just as Mu Wushuang was thinking of leaping away, a few words that Long Sizhan said to him in Lingzhou City suddenly emerged from the depths of his mind without warning: "Strength is nothing more than the strength of his limbs to strengthen his spirit - those with strong limbs are nearly a thousand, and they can move stones and break wood; those with strong spirits are easy to do, but they are just heartbroken." When Mu Wushuang encountered a bottleneck in his practice of the mountain collapse cannon, Long Sizhan once pointed out Mu Wushuang in these words.

The meaning of Long Sizhan is translated into vernacular: Strength means strong limbs and firm will. A strong limb can burst out with nearly a thousand pounds of force, enough to break a stone tablet and break a tree trunk as thick as a bowl; firm belief and will can stimulate greater strength in the human body, but the premise is to overcome your own inner demons.

Mu Wushuang remembered the trust of his friends in him, and suddenly felt more confident in his heart. Then he silently said to himself: "Senior, you have a deep internal strength, but it is probably not that easy to scare me, Mu Wushuang!" Thinking of this, Mu Wushuang suddenly used the skills of the Baina Heavenly Sutra, and flipped his hands with blue veins, and used the Tiangang hand moves to force the Buddha Luo Xiangyun that Zhong Gangju.

The two collided with killer moves, Mu Wushuang's arms suddenly shrank a few inches, and Zhong Gang's arms trembled slightly. Mu Wushuang naturally knew that his internal strength was incomparable to Zhong Gang's. Before Zhong Gang's internal strength was released, Mu Wushuang immediately raised his left foot and directly hooked Zhong Gang's right leg. Then Mu Wushuang gritted his teeth and used his arm strength to get rid of the powerful suction force of the other party's palm.

At the same time, Mu Wushuang twisted his waist and his right elbow hit Zhong Gang's neck. Although Zhong Gang's lower plate shook, he still pressed Mu Wushuang's right elbow with his left palm. Zhong Gang sighed with some appreciation: "This trick is really good to use in the Dragon Round Tower! But it's almost done!" Zhong Gang's arm was about to twist Mu Wushuang's arm when a cold blue light suddenly came out of thin air.

Zhong Gang was frightened and hurriedly jumped backwards. Ju Luojian just cut through the clothes in front of him and swept across. Mu Wushuang turned around and stared at Zhong Gangju: "Senior, I'll give in." Zhong Gangju turned red, and then he opened his horse's steps and made a stance of demon bird flying claws. At this time, a sound of shaking clothes coming from behind Mu Wushuang. Mu Wushuang turned his head alertly and found that it was Gengqin.

Gengqin casually stretched out his right hand and waved slightly at Mu Wushuang, meaning that he would stand on the side and watch. Mu Wushuang bowed to Gengqin, and then he tactfully flashed to the side and stopped talking. Zhong Gangqin looked at Gengqin with a serious expression: "Are you the leader of Candidao?" Gengqin nodded, then grabbed his bare hands and made several sounds like bean-like sounds.

Although Zhong Gangju heard that Gengqin had extremely high martial arts skills, he felt that Gengqin was just a slim young woman at first sight. He couldn't help but muttered with some contempt, "Hmph, how powerful can a little girl be! I'm really embarrassed to fight her." Thinking of this, Zhong Gangju slowly stood up and said, "Master, I don't want to fight with you, I hope you will respect yourself."

Gengqin took a deep breath and wrote a few big words like "Don't look down on me?" Seeing Gengqin's effortless use of the words in the air, Zhong Gangju couldn't help but take a deep breath and chant silently: "Condensing Qi and transforming into shape! This little girl's Taoist cultivation is so superb! I really underestimated her just now!" Gengqin saw that Zhong Gangju's expression became a little unnatural, and immediately pulled out her horse stance and pointed her right fist straight into Zhong Gangju's eyes.

Zhong Gang raised his eyebrows and frowned and silently used his internal strength. Gengqin's horse stance was the starting style of the Qinglong Fist. Experts knew whether it was there any. Gengqin's Qinglong Fist was obviously several levels higher than Mu Wushuang. Zhong Gangqin did not dare to hold it up, and put his hands together to show the posture of the Erlian platform palm. Mu Wushuang saw that Zhong Gangqi's behavior was somewhat similar to that of Shaolin monks, and he couldn't help but secretly called himself strange.

Mu Wushuang didn't know that the Shuerlian Palm was originally created by a hero who devoted himself to Buddhism. He borrowed many Buddhist concepts and routines, so he had similarities with the Shaolin School's martial arts. Although Zhong Gangju knew that Gengqin's martial arts were extraordinary, he always disdained her deep in his heart, so he did not rob the move. Gengqin waited for a moment and saw that the other party was not moving. She directly exerted force with her right leg, and picked her left fist like a python toward Zhong Gangju's chin.

Zhong Gangju used a trick to hold the bottle almost at the same time, and slashed at Gengqin's wrist with a howling palm wind, trying to block Gengqin's Qinglong Fist. However, the moment he intersected Gengqin's wrist, Zhong Gangju suddenly felt that Gengqin's wrist was as hard as steel plates, and he was shocked to his right palm and felt numb.
Chapter completed!