Zhou Siwei's lips moved, and he looked straight at Shang Yuru's back without any movement. Shang Yuru said impatiently, "You didn't hear what I said? Go back!" Zhou Siwei could only bow to Shang Yuru in disappointment, and then slowly retreated to the crowd. After shouting Zhou Siwei, Shang Yuru looked at Zhang Tingmu with a complicated look on his face.

Zhang Tingmu showed an undetectable smile and shook his head: "Don't worry, if you're your age, I will only compete with people of my generation - after all, I'm not that shameless!" Shang Yuru's eyebrows stood up, and his palms were directly emitting wind at the same time to attack Zhang's uncle and nephew. Zhang Xiuwen had just been injured by Shang Yuru's internal strength, and now he could only barely use his internal strength, swinging his left palm to block Shang Yuru's right palm, while Zhang Tingmu used the hilt of the knife to hit Shang Yuru's left palm.

Shang Yuru pressed his right arm down with expressionless expression and did not compete with Zhang Xiuwen for palm strength. Instead, his left hand calmly grabbed Zhang Tingmu's hilt. Zhang Tingmu's heart tightened: Sure enough, after the hilt was blocked by Shang Yuru's left hand, Shang Yuru's right palm also slapped Zhang Tingmu's fingers heavily. Zhang Tingmu's four finger bones broke three. Zhang Tingmu held back the severe pain of his ten fingers and kicked Shang Yuru's lower abdomen.

Shang Yuru snorted disdainfully, and immediately lowered his right palm and tried to push Zhang Tingmu's right leg. When Zhang Tingmu was halfway through kicking, his knee suddenly bent, and then raised his toes and kicked Shang Yuru's left wrist. Shang Yuru was a little surprised and subconsciously retracted his left hand. At this time, Zhang Xiuwen's left palm had also slashed at Shang Yuru's right shoulder. Shang Yuru could only avoid Zhang Xiuwen's left palm with a serious face, and then looked at Zhang's uncle and nephew with a somewhat unnatural expression.

Dao Wushao took advantage of Shang Yuru's opportunity to be blocked by Zhang Tingmu and Zhang Xiuwen and quietly raised his right hand and was about to shake the bell. Tong Tianbing flashed to Dao Wushao at some point, grabbed her wrist bell and shook his head: "Little girl, don't think of slandering someone secretly." Dao Wushao couldn't help but take a breath and looked at Tong Tianbing at a loss. Zhang Tingmu heard the sound of Tong Tianbing talking, and hurriedly turned his head to take a look.

Tong Tianbing grabbed Dao Wushang's right arm and smiled and explained, "Young Master Zhang, please continue." Zhang Tingmu gritted his teeth and said, "What are you doing, Master Tong? Take advantage of other girls?" Tong Tianbing slowly used Sanjiu Fengjiang's internal strength, Dao Wushang suddenly felt an indescribable chill that penetrated his heart's meridians, and his two rows of teeth began to tremble unconsciously.

Zhang Tingmu's face turned pale in an instant, and his body began to tremble constantly, knowing that Tong Tianbing had used internal strength of cold on her. Zhang Tingmu simply turned around and looked at Tong Tianbing and said, "Tong Master Tong, I kindly tell you that it's best not to provoke her - you probably don't know how powerful the guy behind her is." Tong Tianbing laughed and said, "Do you want to say that Miao Yue Sheng Gu? Zhang Shaoxia, my internal strength is not enough for me to say that I am not invading all poisons, and it's almost the same. Just a poisonous girl, I really can't do anything to me."

Dao Wushang threatened Tong Tianbing with trembling trembling and said, "You'd better... let me go... Otherwise I'll turn you into... a pile of dead meat... Hey... Hey Gu..." Tong Tianbing glanced at Dao Wushang, chuckled and shook his head: "I let you go, have you scorpion and centipede again? That's not possible." Dao Wushang felt that the blood on his body was almost frozen, and the corners of his eyelids and mouth became purple and blue.

Just as Zhang Tingmu was about to speak, he suddenly heard Zhang Xiuwen roar: "Tingmu flashes!!!" Zhang Tingmu immediately bent down without thinking, and Shang Yuru's left arm slashed over Zhang Tingmu's head with the whistling sound of wind. Zhang Xiuwen shouted furiously: "Shang Yuru! Your great leader actually attacked a junior. My nephew was right, are you still shameless!"

Shang Yuru raised his right palm with murderous intent: "Zhang Xiuwen, if you want to blame, you blame yourself for meddling in other people's business. Now the gods can't save you anymore!" As he said that, Shang Yuru raised his left elbow and smashed heavily at Zhang Tingmu's spine. Zhang Xiuwen rushed towards Shang Yuru like crazy, and Shang Yuru was hit by Zhang Xiuwen. Shang Yuru's eyelids twitched twice, and his face was ashen, shouting: "Are you so anxious? OK! Then start with you!"

As he said that, Shang Yuru stuck Zhang Xiuwen's neck with his right arm, Zhang Xiuwen could only reach out and hold Shang Yuru's right shoulder tightly, making it impossible for him to easily take his life with his arm. Shang Yuru's forehead appeared and he gritted his teeth and said, "Since you can't get rid of your neck, I'll strangle you to death!" Zhang Xiuwen's face was suddenly flushed.

When Zhang Tingmu heard Shang Yuru's clamor, he immediately turned around and slashed Shang Yuru's left shoulder with a backhand. Shang Yuru turned around and dragged Zhang Xiuwen to the left. Zhang Tingmu's big sword instantly turned into a straight slashing Zhang Xiuwen's back. Zhang Tingmu immediately held the handle of the knife with both hands regardless of his injuries and stopped the dragon spine knife in the air. Shang Yuru took the opportunity to kick Zhang Tingmu's dantian, and Zhang Tingmu staggered back two steps before he stood firm.

Shang Yuru smiled at Zhang Tingmu in a slight smile, and his arm that strangled Zhang Xiuwen's neck became even more forceful. Zhang Tingmu's expression was surprisingly calm at this time, which made Shang Yuru feel a little uneasy. Zhang Tingmu calmed down and slowly lowered his body. He placed the long knife in his hand diagonally around his waist, staring at Shang Yuru coldly with his eyes.

Shang Yuru glanced at Zhang Tingmu, smiled a little smugly at the beginning, and immediately said silently: "This posture! Is it... the second in the world in the Jade Shura?!" Zhang Tingmu's move was indeed Long Sizhan's killer move: When Zhang Tingmu saw Zhang Bao teaching Li Yu the trick of breaking the Lantern Festival lantern, he also wanted to softly suck Long Sizhan to teach him a skill, but Long Sizhan was more generous than Zhang Tingmu imagined, and directly taught Zhang Tingmu the unique skill he had mastered for more than ten years - the second in the world - to Zhang Tingmu.

When Long Sizhan taught Zhang Tingmu's move, he said: "This move is actually a simplified seven-minded sword. It does not rely on internal strength, but it only depends on the flexibility and weirdness of the moves. However, it has high requirements for the talent and understanding of martial artists... The reason why it is called the second in the world is that it is not as powerful as Qian Xuming (Qian Rendeng)'s move."

Zhang Tingmu planned Shang Yuru's figure, position, pace, arm span and his possible dodging route, so after Zhang Tingmu's knife was really slashed, Shang Yuru could only say that he was alive and dead. Shang Yuru looked at Zhang Tingmu's wrist slowly turning around the hilt of the knife with a cold sweat, and even swallowed two saliva nervously, not daring to increase the strength of his hands.

Zhang Tingmu's body was tense like a spring at this time. As long as Shang Yuru made a slight move, Zhang Tingmu could immediately cut him into a disabled or dead person. When Zhang Tingmu was fully focused and ready to go, his whole body suddenly became cold and the dragon spine knife in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.
Chapter completed!