Zhang Hong glanced at Long Yubing with a red face, and could only grit his teeth and recite silently: "Long Ji, if you don't repent and willful Hu Wei, these guys will only die even worse!" However, when Zhang Hong just pulled his attention back from Long Yubing, Lin Miao's right foot kicked at him again. Zhang Hong couldn't dodge and was kicked by Lin Miao in a daze, and he hurriedly took three or four steps to stabilize his body.

Zhang Hong held his forehead and stared at Lin Miao with anger and shouted, "Lin Miao! If you do this, don't blame your dead wife!" Lin Miao took back his right leg and looked straight at Zhang Hong and asked, "Then please tell Master Zhang, who is my wife? Do you know her mother?" Zhang Hong sneered and shook his head: "You don't cry without seeing the coffin... Lin Miao, Mu Wushuang! And you, you disobey the immortals, and want good results? Go dreaming! Dead wives are all light!"

Lin Miao suddenly remembered Tang Zhao's words before his death, "You deserve your wife to die." He slowly put away his cynical expression and stared at Zhang Hong with a serious face and said, "Master Zhang, can you tell me... more plainly?" Zhang Hong showed an unfathomable smile and rubbed his right hand against the corner of his mouth: "Hmph, the secret of heaven cannot be revealed. Lin Miao, if you have any questions, just go to the underworld to ask!"

As he said that, Zhang Hong suddenly pressed his palms, and the Bingpo Ming Palm directly slashed towards Lin Miao's front chest Dantian. Zhang Hong made his full move naturally very fast. Lin Miao knew that he was no match for him, and it was too late to avoid Zhang Hong. Lin Miao raised his hand without thinking to protect his heart, allowing Zhang Hong to pat his arm with a palm. Zhang Hong obviously wanted to kill Lin Miao, and his other hand hit Lin Miao's Dantian almost at the same time.

Lin Miao sighed and spit out two mouthfuls of blood, staggered back four or five steps before kneeling on one knee to cover his lower abdomen. Seeing that Zhang Hong suddenly injured Lin Miao, Mu Wushuang and Zhang Tingmu did not look at Lin Miao's injuries, but instead took one step to block Lin Miao's face. Mu Wushuang took the verdict of the fallen sword, Zhang Tingmu used the Tiangang hand, and the two looked at Zhang Hong with a fierce look.

Zhang Hong looked at the ghost handprints that were faintly visible on Mu Wushuang's right arm, pondered for a moment and said silently: "Although this kid's demonic power is sometimes unavailable, once it is released, I heard that even Deputy Envoy Yu can't fight him... Well, it's better not to conflict with him head-on." Thinking of this, Zhang Hong showed kind smiles to Mu Wushuang and others, and then used his light skills without warning to jump to the top of the mountain in Shouma Gorge.

Mu Wushuang and Zhang Tingmu knew that they were not Zhang Hong's opponents, so they did not chase Zhang Hong. Instead, Long Yubing frowned and shouted: "If this traitorous Heavenly Master runs away, all of us will die in Qingtaochuan!" Mu Wushuang naturally understood what Long Yubing meant, and immediately used his light skills to chase Zhang Hong without saying a word.

Zhang Tingmu thought for a while, then nodded to Long Yubing, and said without looking back: "Sir, I'm going to take care of my uncle and Xiaoyu girl. Mu Tou and I will chase Zhang Hong." After that, Zhang Tingmu followed Mu Wushuang's figure and leaped into the air to the top of the Shoumaxia Mountain without seeing him. Lin Miao held back the severe pain in his abdomen and said: "You are thinking too much, Zhang Hong is just leaving, why are you chasing him...Are you not afraid of him pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, and digging the tiger away from the mountain!"

Although Long Yubing was still hot all over, he thought about it carefully when he heard Lin Miao's words, and then a hint of chill surged on his back: "Damn hooligan, you... what do you mean... Zhang Hong... he really wanted to leave?" Lin Miao slowly stood up and whispered: "Although I stole a move from Zhang Hong, he immediately gave me a warning! Mu Tou and Brother Zhang are really not his opponents... They are not going to die!" After saying that, Lin Miao covered his lower abdomen with his left hand, and tried his best to use eight steps to get into the air, jumped and stagnant to fly to the top of Shouma Gorge.

Long Yubing looked nervously as Lin Miao disappeared, and the reins strangled several blood marks on his white and delicate palms. Dao Wuren looked at Long Yubing with a panic on his face and couldn't help but nod and silently: "Sure enough, what the Chinese medicine doctor said is right. Worry and fear can suppress the thoughts of random thoughts - well, that's good, Miss Long's poison can be solved without medicine!"

Seeing Zhang Hong and others disappear after seeing him disappearing, Mu Wushuang calmed down and stopped and said silently: "Zhang Hong's light skills are still so erratic! The mouse's kick did not hurt him much. If Zhang Hong hides and takes action in secret, we are still no match for him..." Thinking of this, Mu Wushuang turned around and came to the edge of the cliff, turned around and saw Zhang Tingmu chasing him. By the way, he looked down at Long Yubing and the other three.

However, after seeing this, Mu Wushuang almost fell off the cliff: Long Yubing exposed his entire right shoulder as white as mutton fat, and Dao Wurian was holding a white silver needle and slowly stabbing her collarbone. Long Yubing's white jade fresh snow-like skin and charming collarbone actually reflected the brilliance of the silver needle around them, reflecting a ball of white light all around them.

Mu Wushuang subconsciously widened his eyes - Long Yubing's clavicle snow muscles seemed to be within reach in his eyes. Just as Mu Wushuang stared at Long Yubing's jade skin like night pearl swallowing, he caught a glimpse of Zhang Tingmu running towards him. Mu Wushuang hurriedly turned around, rubbed his face with blushing, and then said to Zhang Tingmu: "Senior Brother, the situation is a bit wrong. That guy Zhang Hong is not injured..."

Zhang Tingmu walked to Mu Wushuang with a puzzled look on his face and nodded: "Then we have to stop him even more - if Zhang Hong returns to Qingtaochuan, then we will be in a big way." Mu Wushuang narrowed his eyes and sighed: "I naturally know this. But I think Zhang Hong did not return to the city, but was waiting for us somewhere outside the city - he wanted to defeat us first and finally catch all the net."

Zhang Tingmu thoughtfully lifted his chin and said, "So he injured the mouse with the best martial arts skills first, the next one... It's almost me." Seeing Lin Miao coming behind Zhang Tingmu, Mu Wushuang asked him in a long sigh, "Mouse, how about you hurt?" Lin Miao slanted Mu Wushuang and replied, "Don't worry, I can't die, but it's a bit uncomfortable. Fortunately, our national master did not use the Bingpo Ming Palm, otherwise it would take an hour to force the cold air to escape."
Chapter completed!