Lin Miao took the opportunity to stand straight and step into the middle of the cave. Mu Wushuang also tacitly raised the julu sword and flashed a step, standing back to back with Lin Miao. Lin Miao whispered to him: "It's so annoying to fly around this broken jar! Mu Too is like this - you have a julu sword in your hand, just chase those two bastards, and leave this flying thing to me."

Di Kai and Tang Zhao both turned black when they heard Lin Miao call them bastards. Mu Wushuang nodded and glanced at them: "Okay, this broken jar does not know how to dodge the light skills. Be careful to avoid them. I will deal with the two grandsons over there!" After that, Mu Wushuang turned around and walked around Lin Miao and stabbed Tang Zhao in front of Lin Miao with a sword. Tang Zhao poked out the whisk with a dark face, and Di Kai also shot Mu Wushuang's waist almost at the same time.

Mu Wushuang had expected Di Kai to take action, so he immediately turned his wrist and Ju Luo's sword changed from straight stab to sweep and chopped towards Tang Zhao. At this time, Tang Zhao was also energetic and swept to Ju Luo's sword with a whisk. Behind the whisk entangled Ju Luo's sword, Tang Zhao had not had time to react, but had already been suddenly taken by Mu Wushuang to take a step abruptly. Mu Wushuang continued to exert force on his wrist, and after using the sword body to block Di Kai's short spear, Mu Wushuang immediately raised his arms and raised Ju Luo's sword high. Tang Zhao's right hand couldn't help but lifted it up.

Seeing that Tang Zhao's chest opened, Mu Wushuang took the opportunity to kick him in the lower abdomen. Tang Zhao groaned with a muffled groan, and his face became increasingly ugly. Mu Wushuang sneered and shook his head: "It seems that you don't have the body-protecting divine light like Yu Xueqi!" Tang Zhao was angry, and his facial features became distorted: "Does I need to ask for the divine light when I kill you? Look at the boy Zhao!" As he said that, Tang Zhao raised his left hand, Guiyuan Pot circled around Lin Miao, and flew straight towards Mu Wushuang's back heart.

Seeing Mu Wushuang being attacked from both sides, Di Kai took the opportunity to stab Mu Wushuang's right leg. Mu Wushuang narrowed his eyes and was about to shake off Tang Zhao and avoid Guiyuan Pot, Lin Miao had already jumped up several feet - Aqina and Lin's left palm overlapped together, and he patted it hard on Guiyuan Pot. Guiyuan Pot once again smashed deep into the ground like a stone. Mu Wushuang listened to the sound and defended his position. Knowing that Lin Miao was coming to help him, he immediately stretched out his right hand to grab Tang Zhao's face.

Tang Zhao stretched out his left hand with a panic look to block Mu Wushuang. The two of them made a few moves in an instant, but Mu Wushuang was already more skilled than Tang Zhao. In addition, he had experienced many battles. After three or four moves, he caught Tang Zhao's flaw and pressed his hand on his face. Tang Zhao shouted angrily: "Pick your dirty hands away! Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude!" A red light floated out of Mu Wushuang's pupils, and his five fingers suddenly exerted force to pinch Tang Zhao's entire face: "I will not let go of the anger of a man. What can you do to me!"

Tang Zhao was so angry that his lungs were almost blown up, but before he could get angry, Tang Zhao caught sight of the Ju Luojian in Mu Wushuang's left hand slashing at him half of his body. Tang Zhao could only slant across his body in a mess and avoided the sword edge of Ju Luojian. Of course, when he moved, his whole face naturally hurt a little by Mu Wushuang. At this moment, Tang Zhao felt a stern: He had realized that he was so arrogant, Mu Wushuang and the demonic power of Ju Luojian could kill him.

However, Mu Wushuang obviously did not realize how great he had at this time. After one move failed, he turned his face to guard against Di Kai. In desperation, Tang Zhao did not care about the ban on the Heavenly Court and directly raised his sword and recited the magic spell. Mu Wushuang smiled evilly and said, "I dare to use magic in my hand..." Before Mu Wushuang finished speaking, a burnt smell suddenly smelled on his nose, and then a scorching sting came from his left palm.

Mu Wushuang subconsciously let go of Tang Zhao and jumped back, then lowered his head and looked at Ju Luo Jian. The body of Ju Luo Jian, wrapped in dust, was red, as if he had just taken it out of the sword-casting furnace, and a trace of green smoke was emerging from his fingers. Mu Wushuang gritted his teeth and held Ju Luo Jian with pain. Tang Zhao rubbed his cheeks, and then laughed like crazy: "See, have you? This is the magic of a god!"

At this time, Lin Miao forced Di Kai back with a palm, stood beside Mu Wushuang and said, "Mu Tou, throw Ju Luo Jian to the ground." Mu Wushuang gathered the long hair in front of him and snorted secretly: "Ju Luo Jian condensed the demonic power to the hilt of the sword. The mouse that was not in trouble was just burning some flesh." Di Kai looked at Tang Zhao with some displeasure and said, "Tang Zhao, you have used the immortal technique without authorization, but you will be punished!" Tang Zhao spat and argued: "I will do my business for Master Baili, who dares to punish me!"

Mu Wushuang and Lin Miao stared at the whisk in Tang Zhao's hand at the same time. A few sparks had appeared from the silk of the whisk. The two of them felt that the heat wave in the cave was higher than a while. Tang Zhao proudly touched the whisk and smiled: "How about the Sanwei True Fire of the Immortal Family?" Mu Wushuang held back the severe pain in his palm and took a deep breath and curled his lips: "What's the matter? It doesn't hurt or itch at all!" Tang Zhao snorted contemptuously and said: "Look at how hard you are!"

After saying that, Tang Zhao shook the whisk, and the head of the whisk about a foot grew to more than seven feet. He swept towards Mu Wushuang and Lin Miao like a fire snake. The rolling heat wave immediately roasted the sweat of both of them. Mu Wushuang and Lin Miao naturally knew that the whisk was not a small matter, and no matter how hard he was, he would go to both sides honestly. Although the whisk did not touch their bodies, a trace of white air began to emerge from their clothes.

Tang Zhao laughed and said, "I only need to come a few more times, this hole will become a stove. Let's see where you can escape!" As Tang Zhao said, his lips slightly touched and recited a few spells silently. The sparks on the whisk became small flames. At this time, not to mention Mu Wushuang and Lin Miao, even Li Yu, who was standing at the end, felt that his face was almost dry. Lin Miao wiped the sweat beads that flowed into his eyes and whispered: "Mu Tou, what this guy said is true - swing the whisk a few more times, we have to turn into roast chicken."

Mu Wushuang swallowed a mouthful of saliva, stared at Tang Zhao and took a few breaths: "There is no other good way, so I can only grab it..." Before Mu Wushuang finished speaking, Guiyuan pot suddenly slammed heavily on his back, and Mu Wushuang almost lay on the ground with a staggering whisk. At the same time, Tang Zhao's whisk also slapped Mu Wushuang's back.

Lin Miao's face changed, and she used the fairy cloud step to flash to Mu Wushuang's side. She grabbed his belt and pulled him out more than five feet before the whisk hit Mu Wushuang's back. Tang Zhao's whisk hit the ground, and flames suddenly splashed, burning Mu Wushuang's hair on his right. Mu Wushuang came to his senses and stood up slowly, shrugged his shoulders, and grinned his teeth to relax his muscles and bones on his back.

Tang Zhao snorted coldly and said, "This Guiyuan pot weighs 1,100 kilograms. No matter how strong you are, you can't stand it anymore!" Mu Wushuang ignored Tang Zhao, but frowned, reached out and slowly twisted his hair that had just been burned.
Chapter completed!