The moment the mount fell to the ground, Mu Wushuang turned over and landed steadily on the ground, and then suddenly pulled out the Juluo sword in his hand. Lin Miao saw that Mu Wushuang's mount was tripped by the siege, and jumped to the ground. Suddenly, a dozen masked men emerged from both sides of the dirt road and shouted: "Today is your death!" Mu Wushuang squinted his eyes left and right, and sneered, "Who sent you here? Are you looking for death?"

A medium-sized man smiled and rubbed the ghost-headed knife in his hand with his feet and said, "Someone paid 500 taels of silver to buy your head. Brother, you have a debt to have a debt to have a debt to have a debt to have a debt to have a debt to have a debt to have a debt to have a debt to have a debt to have a debt to have a debt to have a debt to have a debt to have a debt to have a debt to have a debt to have a debt to have a debt to have a debt to have a debt to have a debt to have a debt to have a debt to have a debt to have a debt to have a debt to have a debt to have a debt to have a debt to have a debt to have a debt to have a debt to have a debt to have a debt to have a debt to have a debt to have a debt to have a debt to have a debt to have a debt to have a debt to have a debt to have a debt to have a debt to have a debt to have a debt to have a debt to have a debt to have a debt to have a debt to have a debt

The man snorted coldly, picked up the big sword with a blink of an eye, and the other dozen people also pulled their postures one after another. The shaky blade immediately reflected the pale white around them. Mu Wushuang raised the Qu Luo Sword and narrowed his eyes to look at the man in black who was eyeing him. Lin Miao shook his arms, then rubbed his wrist guard and said, "I heard that your accent doesn't look like Qingtaochuan. I kindly advise you, the money comes too quickly to attract disaster..." Before Lin Miao finished speaking, the big swords of the three men in black stabbed Lin Miao's upper body almost at the same time.

Lin Miao stuttered, dodged three big swords, and then his arm slipped and stuck a man in black's neck. The man in black was rolled straight by Lin Miao. Lin Miao pushed his elbow and knocked the man in black back into the crowd and shouted: "I don't kill people for the first time! If you know the truth, get out of here!"

The man in black in the black spitted, "I can only blame you for provoking people who should not be provoked!" After saying that, the man waved his hand, more than ten men in black rushed forward, and more than a dozen big swords were chopped at the two of them from all directions. Mu Wushuang turned his wrist and waved Ju Luo Jian to the left first, and five big swords immediately broke. Mu Wushuang then stroked Ju Luo Jian to the right, and the four big swords that were intimidating with cold light immediately turned into scrap iron.

At this time, someone shouted loudly: "Do away, that kid's sword is very powerful!" At the same time, all the men in black behind Mu Wushuang were forced back by Lin Miao with the Qinglong fist. The man in black in black nodded: "No wonder someone is willing to pay 500 to buy your life. It turns out that he will have some kung fu." Mu Wushuang slanted his eyes coldly and said, "My brother doesn't like killing people for the first time, I don't have this rule!"

Lin Miao snorted with dissatisfaction and hugged his arms: "You kill them is equivalent to finding trouble for me!" Mu Wushuang remembered that Lin Miao had the habit of collecting corpses for the other party, and said embarrassedly: "Then I... ruin them, do you think it's okay?" "Arrogant child! How dare you speak nonsense!" The man in the lead shouted in anger. At this time, a man in black suddenly raised his right arm and raised a large ball of quicklime to Mu Wushuang's face.

Mu Wushuang hurriedly covered his mouth and nose and took two steps back. Although his eyes were a little burning and painful, his vision was not affected. At this time, someone also threw a handful of quicklime at Lin Miao, and Lin Miao was immediately covered with lime powder. The two had already taken the opportunity to swing a big knife and chopped Lin Miao on his body. However, the two unlucky guys had just taken the first step. Lin Miao had already drilled out the lime powder and raised his hands to hold their wrists.

Lin Miao was naturally not as good as Mu Wushuang in terms of physical fitness, so he could only open his eyes slightly and say, "Lime powder is the one I have left, you are far from it!" Lin Miao was just talking, and Mu Wushuang slashed his sword and cut off the two of them both with his right arms. After the two men in black wailed, they walked back again and again with strange screams. Lin Miao picked up a big knife from the ground and glanced at the men in black who were hesitant around him. As expected, no one dared to move forward rashly.

The leader of the man in black looked at Mu Wushuang, quietly put his hand on his waist and took out a caltrop. Seeing Lin Miao facing his back, the leader immediately threw the caltrop out and hit Lin Miao's heart. Lin Miao was already a little late when he heard the wind behind him, so he could only take a step in a hurry. The caltrop beat Lin Miao's left waist, revealing a blood mark.

A smile appeared between the leader's eyebrows and eyes: "My hidden weapon has been fed poison. I can only blame you for not being good at learning skills!" Lin Miao said silently with some displeasure: "If I hadn't used my internal strength, could a mere hidden weapon hurt me?" After knowing that the hidden weapon was poisonous, Lin Miao subconsciously covered the wound on his waist. Mu Wushuang's eyes were fierce, and Ju Luojian in his left hand slowly turned around with his wrist.

The leader glanced at Mu Wushuang and laughed: "I've done half of my work today, brothers, Lahuhe (ret)!" Mu Wushuang yelled with a violent and evil laughter: "Want to run? Have you run away?" After saying that, Mu Wushuang arched his body, and the verbal sword in his left hand split the lime fog and cut the throat of the man in black. The leader slowly moved sideways to avoid Mu Wushuang's long sword, and immediately took two steps back and said: "Boy, you're lucky this time, but you will be next time, haha!"

After saying that, the leader turned around and used his light skills to run towards the woods at the foot of the mountain. The rest of the men in black also scattered tacitly, leaving only Mu Wushuang and Lin Miao standing there. Mu Wushuang looked at the chaotic footprints on the ground, pondered and sighed: "That leader is using the Donghai School martial arts... and he knew that I would kill someone with a turn of my sword." Lin Miao touched his wound, turned his hand and saw that the blood in his palm was intertwined with black and red.

Lin Miao smiled and said, "This grandson's poison is quite strong, but unfortunately it's not enough to see the appearance of the Saint Aunt's All Spirits!" Mu Wushuang put his sentence down and asked, "What did you say? The poison on the hidden weapon has been untied by the Saint Aunt's All Spirits Dew?" Lin Miao looked at the blood flowing out of the wound and nodded: "Yes, the medicine of the Wanling Dew has not passed yet. We can now be considered as invincible by all poisons." Mu Wushuang nodded, then pondered for a while and said, "Who sent these guys? Master Beimo? Sufeng Pavilion? Or the Silkworm Midao?"

Lin Miao raised his eyebrows indifferently and said, "We have so many enemies, who knows! Maybe the three families have gathered together. Let's go, your horse is ruined, but fortunately it will be safe after passing the Shouma Gorge." As they said that, they held the horses and slowly approached the winding Shouma Gorge. There were many broken limbs and broken arms of iron-armed zombies in Shouma Gorge scattered everywhere. When the mountain wind blew, there was a chilling silence. The two walked in Shouma Gorge one after another, and stopped talking, leaving only the crisp sound of horse hooves echoing in the deep canyon.
Chapter completed!