Zhang Hong chuckled, slowly raised his sword and said to Mu Wushuang: "Hua Wuchang, my move is the demon-binding curse that traps monsters in Longhu Mountain. You should have heard of it?" As Zhang Hong began to use his magic power, Mu Wushuang also felt that his limbs became dull, but this sense of restraint did not last long and was swept away by the manic power in his body.

Although Mu Wushuang was basically nothing unusual, he pretended to be nervous and said, "Is the magic spell that binds demonic power in Longhu Mountain? Tsk... it's really amazing..." Zhang Hong looked at Mu Wushuang coldly for a moment. Mu Wushuang's lie-like acting skills were incomparable to Lin Miao, so how could he hide it from Zhang Hong. Zhang Hong thought about it and felt that he was probably because his demonic power was sealed, so he was not very similar to ordinary monsters. This bunch of demonic curse seemed to have little effect on Mu Wushuang.

Zhang Hong put down his sword and raised his head and said lightly: "Hua Wuchang, your ability to lie is really bad. Why not talk! Well... Since your demonic power is bound, I have nothing to worry about!" As he said that, Zhang Hong jumped up, and the internal force of the Bingpo Ming Palm instantly gathered and hit Mu Wushuang with his right palm. Mu Wushuang was about to swing the sword and stab Zhang Hong straight, but Zhang Hong's palm had approached less than a foot from Mu Wushuang's face.

At this time, Mu Wushuang felt a cold wave of cold eyes shot straight into his eyes, and subconsciously used his right hand to block the cold wave overflowing from Zhang Hong's right palm. The moment he was holding the Bingpo Ming Palm, Mu Wushuang's entire right arm was numb, but the power sealed by the ghost hand seal was also stimulated by the cold air that penetrated into his body. When Zhang Hong flew in front of Mu Wushuang, he had already raised his right palm, trying to slap Mu Wushuang's Tianling Cap straight.

As the TV sparked, Mu Wushuang saw his right arm turned into a shield to protect his head, and directly pressed Zhang Hong's right palm with his forearm. Zhang Hong felt that the internal energy of the ice in his right hand had been slightly stagnated by him, and then Mu Wushuang twisted his right palm with his backhand. Zhang Hong looked at his right palm that was almost dislocated by Mu Wushuang, and a hint of shock could not help but rise between his eyebrows and eyes.

However, Zhang Hong did not immediately pull back his right palm, because he had already seen that Mu Wushuang reacted so much because the demonic power of his right arm was restored. This was not his martial arts level at all. Thinking of this, Zhang Hong immediately adjusted his body in the air and kicked his left foot into Mu Wushuang's chest. Sure enough, Mu Wushuang was kicked back by him, but the strength of his right wrist still did not decrease at all, and he still grabbed his right palm tightly.

Zhang Hong bit his teeth lightly, twisted his body slightly, and his body changed again. His more powerful right leg kicked Mu Wushuang's chest again. Mu Wushuang's left chest was kicked by Zhang Honglian, and his right wrist was stronger instead - but Mu Wushuang's body did not have the demonic power of his right arm, so he could only take another step back, and Zhang Hong had already taken the opportunity to escape from him.

When Zhang Hong escaped Mu Wushuang's right hand, Mu Wushuang's right hand had already swept Zhang Hong's right leg and pulled off a large piece of Zhang Hong's pants. Mu Wushuang took advantage of Zhang Hong's right hand and his left foot had not yet stood firm, and picked up Ju Luo Jian and cut Zhang Hong's right foot. Zhang Hong hurriedly retreated his right leg, and Ju Luo Jian wiped Zhang Hong's soles of Zhang Hong's shoes and fell down. Zhang Hong fell down his right leg in a pan without amazement, and then saw Lin Miao's left palm slapped his dantian with the whistling strong wind.

Zhang Hong was afraid that Lin Miao would use the Mountain Beng Cannon or Guiyi Mountain Palm, so he simply jumped back. However, Zhang Hong just stood up and found out from the corner of his eyes that Mu Wushuang's Juluo sword had been raised high above his head, as if he was ready to chop it down at any time. Zhang Hong recognized this move and immediately said silently with a cold sweat on his face: "The Seven-Secret Sword's Star-Slashing Moon?! One-third of that body is broken open! This is not possible!"

Thinking of Zhang Hong's identity, he could only jump back again without regard for his identity. Zhang Hong guessed correctly: Mu Wushuang's star-slashing moon did not hit his body, Lin Miao's left palm also slashed in the air. Instead, Zhang Tingmu used the Earth Defeat Fist to hit Zhang Hong's left shoulder with a punch. When Zhang Tingmu hit Zhang Hong's right fist, Zhang Hong's body naturally did not move at all. However, Zhang Hong, Mu Wushuang, and Zhang Tingmu were stunned at the same time - no one expected that Zhang Tingmu could hit Zhang Hong's body.

After a while, Lin Miao reacted first and quickly kicked Zhang Tingmu's right fist. At the same time, Zhang Hong didn't think about it and slashed Zhang Tingmu's right wrist with a palm. After all, Zhang Hong was the fourth best master in the world, and immediately realized that he would be kicked by Lin Miao aside after he made his palm. Zhang Hong was silently exclaiming in his heart, "Good you Lin Miao! Can you actually see what I am thinking?" while raising his right palm half a foot - Zhang Hong planned to pinpoint Lin Miao's height and length of legs. If he raised his right arm like this, at most, he would just kick his wrist at most.

However, Mu Wushuang had already seen what was going on. In the spark of the battery, he slashed a sword and stabbed Zhang Hong's right chest. Zhang Tingmu, Lin Miao, and Zhang Hong gritted their teeth: Zhang Tingmu deliberately stopped his right fist in front of Zhang Hong's chest for a moment, attracting Zhang Hong's right palm. Lin Miao also suddenly accelerated the speed of raising his legs, and Zhang Hong accelerated to slapped Zhang Tingmu's right wrist hard on Zhang Tingmu's right wrist.

While several people were competing for time, Mu Wushuang's Ju Luojian came first, and the situation was even more chaotic. Seeing that Zhang Hong's right palm was about inch away from Zhang Tingmu's wrist, Lin Miao's toes had already hit Zhang Hong's right arm. Zhang Hong felt a stern, knowing that he had lost half a move, and quickly withdrew his right arm as soon as he touched Lin Miao's toes to avoid Lin Miao. Mu Wushuang's Ju Luojian also followed the gap between Lin Miao and Zhang Hong and stabbed directly into Zhang Hong's right chest.

Zhang Hong jumped back with a cold sweat, looking at Mu Wushuang who had retracted his moves with complicated faces. Lin Miao and Zhang Tingmu. Mu Wushuang chuckled and turned the ju Luojian in his hand: "Master Zhang, you underestimate us too much, especially underestimating mice, you will lose your life." Zhang Hong naturally knew where he lost: Although Lin Miao was only over seven feet tall (about 165cm), he had long arms and long legs - the boy was generally short in height, but Lin Miao's body shape was similar to that of a dancer, and even Zhang Hong suffered a bit of a loss in his own leg skills compared with him.

At this time, Long Yubing also felt a little energetic on Xichen's back. Seeing that Zhang Hong's face was gloomy and gloomy, he immediately straightened his back and shouted, "Zhang Hong, you can't beat my three juniors!" Zhang Hong looked at Long Yubing with a blushing face, and suddenly felt restless. As soon as Long Yubing finished speaking, Mu Wushuang, Lin Miao, and Zhang Tingmu had already seen Zhang Hong's attention attracted by Long Yubing, so he immediately used a killer move, hitting Zhang Hong's chest with one sword, one punch and one palm at the same time. Zhang Hong could only pull down his face and jumped two steps in a row to avoid the moves of the three.
Chapter completed!