Zhang Tingmu gritted his teeth, and the long sword in his hand swept the air. It turned out that Shang Yuru had already seen Zhang Tingmu turn over his wrist and knew that he was going to sweep his sword. So before Zhang Tingmu had made a move, Shang Yuru had already used his light skills to avoid it. Zhang Tingmu missed a blow and immediately took a step to the left. Almost at the same time, Shang Yuru's right palm rubbed against Zhang Tingmu's neckline and whizzed past his face.

Zhang Tingmu couldn't help but burst into a cold sweat: When did Shang Yuru bully him again, he didn't see it at all. If Shang Yuru's move was hitting his chin, Zhang Tingmu would definitely not die or be disabled. Shang Yuru was not very angry when he saw Zhang Tingmu barely avoiding his famous skills, but immediately bent his right arm and reached out to hold the back of Zhang Tingmu's head.

Zhang Tingmu's body lowered and his right arm was spreading diagonally between the sparks of the calcium carbide of Zhang Tingmu's right arm. A cold light was cut from the dragon spine knife in his hand, and it cut straight towards Shang Yuru's right leg. Shang Yuru could only retract his right arm with unwillingness, and hit Zhang Tingmu's long sword about a foot high with his right knee. The tip of Zhang Tingmu's knife whizzed less than two inches in front of Shang Yuru's chest but did not hurt him at all.

After Zhang Tingmu broke into the air with one move, the door to the left of his body suddenly opened. Shang Yuru snorted coldly, flipped his right palm and used a move to smash the shore and hit Zhang Tingmu's left flank. Zhang Tingmu was already unable to dodge, so he could only let go of his heart and pull back the dragon spine knife and chop Shang Yuru's right waist. Zhang Xiuwen saw that Zhang Tingmu used both defeats, and his face changed but he was not strong enough.

At the critical moment, a green light suddenly shot directly into Shang Yuru's right hand. Shang Yuru subconsciously shrank his right hand. Yu Guang caught a poisonous scorpion with a green body and black tail holding a poisonous needle high on his arm. Although Shang Yuru was shocked, he was not at all panic. He used his internal strength to shake his wrists suddenly. The poisonous scorpion was shocked by him. When Shang Yuru dealt with the poisonous scorpion, Zhang Tingmu's blade had already bullied Shang Yuru, and Shang Yuru could only shrink his abdomen backwards. Therefore, Zhang Tingmu's mountain-sliding blade only cut through Shang Yuru's belt.

Shang Yuru took two steps back and stood firm. The muscles at the corner of his mouth trembled suddenly. Zhang Tingmu also lowered his long sword and stared at Shang Yuru calmly. Shang Yuru was extremely dissatisfied after a moment, but he restrained his anger and said slowly: "Little cripple, if you want to take action, you have to be more open and honest. I have no time to play with you!" Dao Wushao's face changed and shouted: "What did you say?! Who is cripple?!"

Shang Yuru snorted coldly without looking back: "I saw how beautiful you are, I want to keep you for a while... I didn't expect you to be a cripple, so why are you still alive?" "You..." Dao Wushao couldn't hear others scolding her for a cripple. He suddenly turned red with anger, but couldn't say a word. Zhang Tingmu shook the dragon spine knife in his hand, then stole the horse and said, "If you have any skills, it's best to use it!"

Shang Yuru was about to have an attack, and suddenly remembered something, and grinned and shook his head: "The cold-faced man Zhang Tingmu, it's really good! If I use all my strength to you, I'm afraid the world will be in the world of being the bad name of bullying the small ones - I'm doing a good job of wishing." Zhang Tingmu narrowed his eyes and looked at Shang Yuru without saying a word. Shang Yuru still said to himself: "But if you keep you, sooner or later, it will become a climate... It's better to end you now and avoid the trouble of raising a tiger in the future!"

When Zhang Xiuwen heard Shang Yuru say this, he immediately used his remaining internal strength and shouted: "Shang Yuru! Zhang Tingmu is my nephew. If you want to touch him, kill me first!" Shang Yuru glanced at Zhang Xiuwen with a high profile: "You don't have to worry about this. Humph, the man in Jiujian Pavilion is not good, he can only rely on women to sell their appearance to maintain his power. It's really a big laugh!" Zhang Tingmu frowned slightly and said, "What did you say?!"

Shang Yuru snorted and looked at Zhang Tingmu with contempt and curled his lips: "Don't you understand? Okay, I'll tell you again: Your Nine Sword Pavilion is full of yin and yang is weak. If it weren't for those girls who were sleeping with you to gain such power, who would you be considered in the world? Just say that Long Yubing, maybe someone would be pressed on the bed tonight! Haha." Zhang Tingmu gritted his teeth and said, "The surname is Shang! Today, it's either you die or I die!"

Shang Yuru sneered and clenched his fists: "I didn't plan to let you live today! If that little lame man hadn't been troublesome just now, you would have died long ago! I'll say, you Jiujian Pavilion can only live on women!" After that, Shang Yuru raised his little finger at Zhang Tingmu and Zhang Xiuwen, and pointed his little finger at the ground. Tong Tianbing looked at the three of them with a smile on his face.

Dao Wushao jumped to Zhang Tingmu and said dissatisfiedly: "What's wrong with a woman? No matter how powerful you are, can you beat my sister?" Zhang Tingmu suppressed the anger in his heart and whispered: "Miss Dao Er, please get out of the way, so as not to hurt you in a while..." Dao Wushao looked at Zhang Tingmu strangely. At this time, Zhang Xiuwen walked to Dao Wushao's body to block her and said: "President Shang, there is nothing to say about this... Please give me advice!"

Shang Yuru looked at Zhang Xiuwen with contempt and said, "I heard that Jiujian Pavilion no longer relies on women, but has started relying on monsters, right? Lord Zhang Zheng Pavilion?" Zhang Xiuwen heard Shang Yuru's ridicule, not only was he not angry, but instead smiled and shook his head: "President Shang, after all, you are just afraid that the court will become a climate in the future, and no one in the East China Sect can stop you!" Shang Yuru chuckled and waved his hand: "Are you not afraid of your tongue flashing? A mere boy can be powerful in the future..."

Zhang Xiuwen interrupted Shang Yuru and said coldly: "If my senior brother Cui Qing was still alive, you would not be able to speak! You are only worthy of lying on the ground!" Shang Yuru's face changed when he heard Cui Qing's name. Zhang Tingmu suddenly realized and said, "I remember it! The famous master of the Donghai Sect who was knocked down by my Master Cui seven times in ten moves back then, it turns out that it is you!"

"Boy, what are you talking about?" Shang Yuru shouted in anger. Zhang Tingmu glanced at Shang Yuru, pondered and continued, "That's right. Although I am the third generation disciple of Jiujian Pavilion today, fighting with your third generation disciples is still too bullying... So only the head of the sect came on his own, right?" At this time, a disciple behind Shang Yuru whispered: "Uncle Master, I am willing to learn Zhang Shaoxia's tricks." Zhang Tingmu had long noticed this disciple, and it was Zhou Siwei who took the initiative to give up the competition that day. Shang Yuru was silent for a moment, shook his head with a pale face: "Wenheng (Zhou Siwei's name is Wenheng), just watch it."
Chapter completed!