Zhang Tingmu took a deep breath and explained to them in a low voice: "Uncle Second is going to ask three gods to attach themselves to us. He can't last long, so we have to fight quickly." Geng Qin had already fought with two corpse monsters, and he was not at a disadvantage. Mu Wushuang stared at Geng Qin, who was fisting to the flesh, and sighed with admiration: "Master Geng merged the Great Sutra and the Qinglong Fist together... It's so amazing!"

Although Tu Zehuang and Jie Chengyuan were not beaten by Gengqin without any strength to fight back, they also began to feel powerless. Tu Zehuang's phoenix eyes gradually became ferocious, and his light pink pupils turned pink at some point. Gengqin punched her back, and Tu Zehuang suddenly pointed his sword straight, and Gengqin immediately stopped. Jie Chengyuan seized the opportunity to reach out and put his hand around Gengqin's waist, and turned his body and threw Gengqin heavily on the bluestone wall on the side of the road.

Gengqin did not wait for her to land, and immediately supported the wall with her backhand, and a carp rushed towards the center of the street. Before Gengqin could land on the stone road, Tu Zehuang had already stepped on the bluestone wall with one kick and half of the house. If Gengqin hadn't reacted quickly, she would have died now. Gengqin lay on the stone road and didn't bother to get up, and hurriedly looked up at Tu Zehuang.

Jie Chengyuan stepped in front of Gengqin and reached out to grab her hair. Gengqin lowered her eyebrows and suddenly stretched out her left hand to hold Jie Chengyuan's ankle. Then Gengqin exerted force with both legs. While standing up, she also overturned Jie Chengyuan to the ground. Just as Jie Chengyuan had just reacted, Gengqin had already swung him heavily towards Tu Zehuang. Tu Zehuang swung his right leg expressionlessly, and kicked Jie Chengyuan to Gengqin.

Gengqin flashed to the side calmly. After Jie Chengyuan fell to the ground, he rolled a few more times before slowly standing up. Jie Chengyuan patted his neck and sneered: "Hmph, this body is so turbulent, you can't die no matter how hard you beat me!" Tu Zehuang stared at Gengqin for a while, and suddenly smiled and clapped his palms: "I didn't pay attention just now. You look so seductive! If you give you to the little prince, he must be very happy."

As soon as Tu Zehuang said this, Mu Wushuang and others felt nervous: Gengqin is now using the appearance of Long Yubing, so Long Yubing will be very dangerous. Three feet high fire of ignorance emerged from Mu Wushuang's heart, and the sword in his hand also burst out with a bright blue light with his anger. Tu Zehuang turned his head and looked at Mu Wushuang, and curled his lips with some contempt: "It will be useless if you don't accept it. Since you can't look down on your women, let us Khwarezm's men come."

After saying that, Tu Zehuang's eyes suddenly flashed with evil light. Mu Wushuang immediately activated Taoist power and internal power with alertness. The sword finger in his right hand and the Ju Luojian in his left hand were ready to go, but this time Mu Wushuang did not feel anything strange. Tu Zehuang snorted disdainfully and said, "See whether your hands are fast or mine!" When Mu Wushuang was wondering, Zhang Xiuwen groaned muffled.

Mu Wushuang and the other two quickly turned their heads to see. Zhang Xiuwen held his forehead with pain, his face pale as if paper and blood was gone. Zhang Tingmu took a breath and asked, "What's wrong with you, Second Uncle?! Could it be..." Mu Wushuang gritted his teeth and said, "That guy's eyes can hurt people's souls! Uncle Zhang was plotted against by him!"

Zhang Tingmu didn't care about Mu Wushuang's explanation, and immediately jumped out and grabbed Zhang Xiuwen's wrist, then pierced Zhang Xiuwen's sword finger hard. Then Zhang Tingmu bit his left index finger and pressed it on Zhang Xiuwen's forehead. Zhang Xiuwen closed his eyes and shouted: "Tingmu, stop me quickly! You are far from doing it when you help me get rid of the art!" Even if Zhang Xiuwen didn't say it, Zhang Tingmu knew that his index finger had trembled slightly, and his face turned as pale as Zhang Xiuwen.

Mu Wushuang was about to deliver Taoist power to Zhang Tingmu, but Gengqin had already walked around Zhang Xiuwen like the wind, and gestured with both hands behind Zhang Xiuwen's back a few times, then pressed Zhang Xiuwen's spine with his right hand and suddenly spit out Taoist power. Zhang Xiuwen's throat bulged, and a large mouthful of blood emitting from the smoke was directly spitting on Zhang Tingmu. Zhang Xiuwen took a few breaths before slowly opening his eyes and saying, "Thank you, Master Geng."

Gengqin stood in a confinement corner of her mouth, and after exhaling heavily, her face, which was usually not moved by happiness and anger, showed unconcealed fatigue. Zhang Tingmu held Zhang Xiuwen and said, "Second Uncle, are you okay?" Zhang Xiuwen raised his head, moved his lips and said, "Tingmu, you, go... forget it, let..."

Seeing that Zhang Xiuwen's words were a little flickering, Zhang Tingmu was about to ask him what he wanted to say, Lin Miao's roar suddenly came from behind. Zhang Tingmu immediately reacted: Zhang Xiuwen wanted him to help Lin Miao, but was worried about his safety, so he stammered and refused to say it clearly. Zhang Tingmu sighed and shook his head: "Second uncle, even if I don't have the ability of them, I have to go! Who made me a eldest disciple?"

As he said that, Zhang Tingmu hugged Gengqin and clasped his fists, meaning that he asked her to help take care of Zhang Xiuwen, then turned around and jumped to Mu Wushuang and Lin Miao. Lin Miao looked at Tu Zehuang and Jie Chengyuan, who were getting more demonic, and he said with a tweet, "Mu Tou, Brother Tingmu, I'll take them, you can find a way!" Mu Wushuang bit his lips hard: "No, rat, they are more difficult to deal with than just now. If you go there, you will die!"

Lin Miao looked at the sword wound on Tu Zehuang's shoulder, curled his lips and smiled bitterly: "That's right, except for your Juluo Jian, we really can't do anything to these two things." As soon as Lin Miao finished speaking, he heard Zhang Xiuwen say not far away: "Young Master Lin, Xuan Iron Sphur!" Mu Wushuang and the other two were all happy when they heard Zhang Xiuwen's voice, but Tu Zehuang frowned.

The black iron halberd is also a rare weapon in the world. Although it is not as good as the Ju Luo Jian, even Tu Zehuang and Jie Chengyuan have to be careful of it. Lin Miao took the black iron halberd that Geng Qin threw away, and a beautiful smile like a girl floated on the corner of his mouth and said, "You can have fun with them now!" As he said that, Lin Miao shook his wrist and slashed the heavy halberd on Tu Zehuang's face without warning.

Tu Zehuang avoided the Xuan Iron Sphur with anger on his face, and then closed his arms to grab the body of the heavy halberd. Lin Miao trembled his wrist and the gun body, and Tu Zehuang's hands were actually bounced away by the heavy halberd. Lin Miao took the opportunity to pull back the Xuan Iron Sphur, and the sharp branch of the halberd passed through Tu Zehuang's palm. After two light sounds, Tu Zehuang's palms were cut out of two inches deep wounds. Tu Zehuang gritted his teeth and clenched his fists: "That's it? It's tickling!" Lin Miao stole the Xuan Iron Sphur behind his back, pointed at Tu Zehuang with the tip of the gun and said: "Is it tickling or not? You don't have to say it!"
Chapter completed!