When Mu Wushuang slashed Shang Yuru's chest, he could have let blood splatter on the spot. However, Mu Wushuang was afraid of making things worse, so he could only hand his arm forward with a sinister face. Ju Luo Jian stabbed Shang Yuru's right chest. Shang Yuru knew that the dragon spine big ring sword could not withstand Ju Luo Jian, so he swung his right hand and half of the big sword pierced Mu Wushuang's face.

Mu Wushuang knew that Zhang Tingye and Su Xiaoyu were behind him. If he dodged, the knife might hurt them. In the sparks of calcium carbide, Mu Wushuang raised his left arm and cut half of the big knife away. Shang Yuru's dragon spine knife was deeply inserted into the beam of the room, and there was another gap of more than two inches deep on the blade. Shang Yuru stared at Mu Wushuang with an angry face and took a few steps back. Zhou Siwei also rushed to Shang Yuru, raised his long sword and said coldly: "Hua Wuchang, if you dare to be rude to my uncle again, don't blame me for being rude!"

Mu Wushuang glanced at Zhou Siwei, showed a hint of sneer, shook his head: "Brother Zhou, I don't plan to be polite to you - so there is no need to see you!" Zhang Tingye saw this and stood beside Mu Wushuang, took out the Bingchen sword on his waist and shouted: "You are called Zhou Siwei, right? I tell you, don't think about bullying the less!" Zhou Siwei still looked at Mu Wushuang, but he said to Zhang Tingye sarcastically: "It's better that Xiaoyulong can come to help me - when do you want to stab your senior brother again? Remember to say hello to me."

When Zhang Tingye saw Zhou Siwei treating the old things during the battle, he immediately raised his sword with a red face. He was about to rush over but was stopped by Mu Wushuang. Mu Wushuang took a deep breath and narrowed his eyes: "Be careful not to fall into his trap!" Zhang Tingye said to Mu Wushuang viciously: "Let me go! I have to let him see the means of our Zhang family!" Shang Yuru glanced at Tang Zixi who was watching the wall, and thought about it before he greeted him: "Your Madam Tang, please take Miss Su to the inner room to avoid it, after all, the sword has no eyes."

Su Xiaoyu naturally also saw that Shang Yuru was concerned about the power of the Tang family, and took the opportunity to say to the four people who were preparing to fight: "Why do you always fight? Can't you say anything well?" Tang Zixi grabbed Su Xiaoyu's sleeve and sighed: "Miss Su, if we can discuss everything, we don't need to practice martial arts... Don't worry, I have healing medicine, so they won't be disabled."

Mu Wushuang said without looking back: "Xiaoyu, go back to the inner room with Brother Zixi, obedient. Brother Zixi, I'm working hard." Su Xiaoyu looked at Mu Wushuang's back with a resentful face, and let Tang Zixi pull himself into the inner room. Mu Wushuang looked at Shang Yuru, whose clothes were blown up, and then looked at Zhou Siwei, whose veins were bulging on his back, and smiled indifferently: "Two, Wushuang really did offend him without intention, but his clan repeatedly asked me to trouble me. Today, if the leader of Shang and Brother Zhou insisted on obstructing..."

As Mu Wushuang said that, he slowly turned around the hilt of the sword in his hand. Zhou Siwei immediately took a step back cautiously and whispered to Shang Yuru: "The uncle of the sect, Hua Wuchang turns his sword, just to kill someone..." Shang Yuru still stared at Mu Wushuang and said to Zhou Siwei casually: "Wenheng, you know a lot about Hua Wuchang." Zhou Siwei smiled bitterly and nodded: "I'm sure that after Wen Heng defeated Hua Wuchang, he has been studying his habits and routines, but he has not yet developed a way to defeat him."

Zhang Tingye immediately interjected and said, "You are obviously not as good as my senior brother's martial arts skills, so it's useless to study them any more!" Shang Yuru looked at Zhang Tingye with a squinted eyes and clenched his fists: "Wenheng is not as good as his martial arts skills, either?! I have disliked you for a long time. I have the same virtue as your father!" Zhang Tingye screamed and cursed: "You old beast! Try telling me again?"

Shang Yuru glared slightly, then he used his internal strength of the windless Qianzhang Wave, and waved his palm and slashed towards Zhang Tingye's face. Before Zhang Tingye could react, Mu Wushuang's right hand had already collided with Shang Yuru's drowning three thousand times. Shang Yuru's right palm slightly retracted two inches and praised: "Okay! It's indeed the Guiyi Mountain Palm of Jiujian Pavilion! It's a pity that it's not strong enough!"

As he said that, Shang Yuru pushed his right palm suddenly, and Mu Wushuang's right palm was knocked to a foot of about a foot. Shang Yuru stopped a little and still waved his palm toward Zhang Tingye's face. This was also the three-fold wave of the Donghai School. However, Zhang Tingye still did not react to Shang Yuru's thick palm power. It was still Mu Wushuang's battery sparks and slashed the sword at Shang Yuru's throat.

Seeing Mu Wushuang's eyes were full of blood-red, Zhou Siwei immediately grabbed Shang Yuru's left shoulder and pulled it back. Ju Luojian swept across three inches in front of Shang Yuru's throat. Shang Yuru could not help but sweat. Shang Yuru was stunned for a moment before shouting furiously: "Good boy, do you actually want to kill him?" Mu Wushuang stared at Shang Yuru without showing any weakness and shouted: "If you dare to fight my junior brother, don't blame me for killing you two together!"

Shang Yuru was so angry that he laughed and used his internal skills: "You little brat, do you really treat yourself as a character?" Mu Wushuang raised his chin, looked at Shang Yuru with contempt, and spat hard on the ground: "Shang Yuru, what are you? If the mouse is here, I will lend you ten leopard courage, you dare not shout here! What an old dog, you!"

Shang Yuru was about to speak, but Mu Wushuang continued with murderous intent on his face: "...I know what you are thinking - you just want to return to Zhang Hong as soon as possible, thinking that this mouse would not do anything to you, right? Shang Yuru, I will leave the words here now: You can't leave today!" Although Shang Yuru was angry, he also stopped Zhou Siwei who wanted to rush forward.

Zhou Siwei stared at Mu Wushuang with red face. Shang Yuru snorted and said, "If you are angry with him, you will lose most of it. If you can scold people to death, why are we still practicing martial arts? Wen Heng, put the fire down first." Zhou Siwei jumped hard for a few times before nodding slowly. Mu Wushuang touched his nose and smiled, "You still want to take a break and fight again? It's too late! I'll kill Zhou Siwei first!"

As he said that, Mu Wushuang took a step and directly used a move to slash the stars and slash the moon. At the same time, he cut at Shang Yuru and Zhou Siwei. Shang Yuru dodged to the left and dodged Mu Wushuang's Juluo sword. However, although Zhou Siwei took a step back, he still had nowhere to escape. Shang Yuru looked at Mu Wushuang's wrist and flicked his mind and said silently: "It's broken! It's Jade Shura's Seven-Secret Sword! The next move must be Yunsheng Qunling!" Shang Yuru hesitated slightly, and Zhou Siwei had been cut by Juluo sword from his right chest to his left abdomen, and the flying blood was sprayed everywhere.
Chapter completed!