Zhou Siwei was splashed with blood from himself, and then screamed loudly and fell to the ground. Mu Wushuang stopped Ju Luojian's sword with his left wrist, and immediately slashed Shang Yuru's right leg with a backhand. Shang Yuru's scalp numbly and silently said, "The Seven-Miscellaneous Sword's throwing stone to ask for directions?! It's over, I'll definitely not be able to avoid this time!" When Shang Yuru was completely disappointed, a black shadow suddenly jumped in and kicked Mu Wushuang's right shoulder.

Mu Wushuang was kicked by him and felt that the man's feet were extremely powerful. He could only take two steps back with unwillingness to remove the man's strength. Therefore, Ju Luojian only cut off Shang Yuru's face. Shang Yuru looked at Bai Xiaochuan standing beside him in a panic, his tongue was almost knotted. Bai Xiaochuan sneered and said proudly: "Hua Wuchang, how about my flying swallow's feet in Baidingshan Palace?"

Mu Wushuang rubbed his right shoulder and stood up straight: "I have known your martial arts for a long time - but I'll do it." Bai Xiaochuan was about to speak, but Zhang Tingye suddenly stabbed Bai Xiaochuan's lower abdomen with a sword. Bai Xiaochuan was caught off guard and could only bow his back and tighten his abdomen, barely avoiding the Bingchen in Zhang Tingye's hand. Zhang Tingye saw that the short sword in his hand was still a few inches before he could stab Bai Xiaochuan, so he was naturally angry and anxious. Bai Xiaochuan came to his senses and immediately used a move to stab Zhang Tingye's heart.

But Bai Xiaochuan just stretched out half of his arm, and his waist was kicked heavily. Bai Xiaochuan used his skills to stabilize his body, so the memory inside could not be used. Bai Xiaochuan turned his head hatefully, and saw Zhang Tingmu holding the tiger-headed knife with a gloomy face and hummed: "Master of the White House, beware of the Yellow Bird behind." Bai Xiaochuan roared angrily: "What? Do you want to say I am a mantis, you are an Yellow Bird?! Zhang Tingmu! You respect yourself too much!"

Zhang Tingmu replied slowly, "Master of the White House, I didn't say that - I mean, wood is the yellow bird." Bai Xiaochuan felt a chill on his back when he heard this, and then a sensation of pain spread throughout his body. Zhang Tingmu held the tiger-headed knife in his hand tightly and continued, "Bai Xiaochuan'er, I can cut off your head in one move now, just to fill it up... Forget it." Shang Yuru saw that Mu Wushuang cut Zhou Siwei and Bai Xiaochuan continuously, and immediately retreated aside and stopped talking.

Bai Xiaochuan held back the severe pain from his back and looked at Zhang Tingmu with gritted teeth: "Damn melon, do you want to marry my daughter? Let's be your big dream of spring and autumn!" Mu Wushuang glared, stretched out his right palm to pinch Bai Xiaochuan's hair and pulled it back. Bai Xiaochuan had no room to fight back at this time, and was immediately caught by Mu Wushuang and breath stagnated. Mu Wushuang said word by word: "All half-dead people, dare to show off?! Bai, please go back and tell Zhang Hong: I want to beat my uncle and Xiaoyu, go and have his big dream of spring and autumn!"

After saying that, Mu Wushuang pushed Bai Xiaochuan forward, Bai Xiaochuan stumbled and walked a few steps. Zhang Tingmu let him avoid Bai Xiaochuan, and his right hand still maintained the second-hand move. Bai Xiaochuan and Shang Yuru understood that they were both within the range of Zhang Tingmu's second-hand move. Unless they had the ability to attack at the same time, they would not be able to subdue Zhang Tingmu, let alone Mu Wushuang, who was blocking the god of killing, was staring at him.

Shang Yuru was shocked and could only speak without saying a word: "Zhang Tingmu, why are you here to stay if you don't go to guard the city?" Zhang Tingmu glanced at Shang Yuru, then lowered his eyes at Zhou Siwei, who was lying on the ground with pain on his face, and shook his head in a humble manner: "Zhang has something to do and leave the city tower for a while. Why, is Shang Dahe going to help me rotate? I'm so grateful." Shang Yuru glared at Zhang Tingmu with an angry eyes, but there was nothing to say.

Just when the few people were in a stalemate, Bai Xiaofeng hurried to the gate of the silk shop, glanced around the room, shook his head and scolded, "Brother, can you calm down for a while?" Mu Wushuang and Zhang Tingmu looked a little relieved when they saw Bai Xiaofeng coming. Although Bai Xiaofeng still had a smile on the corner of his mouth, his expression was extremely cold. Seeing that Mu Wushuang and Zhang Tingmu didn't say anything, Bai Xiaofeng directly pulled Bai Xiaochuan up and frowned: "Do you think these young people are so easy to deal with? You can't obey the old? It's theirs in the world sooner or later!"

Bai Xiaochuan stood up straight with a complicated expression. Bai Xiaofeng touched the wound on his back, frowned even more: "The chopping is so fierce... and it was chopped with a sword... Brother, what did you say, making Wushuang so angry." Bai Xiaochuan snorted coldly and said, "You are so terrifying. I have nothing to say, and I dare not say anything more." Mu Wushuang sneered and nodded: "You know your appearance - if you dare to talk nonsense to me, don't blame me for cutting out your tongue directly!"

While Bai Xiaochuan and Mu Wushuang were glaring at each other, Bai Xiaofeng walked between them and said to Mu Wushuang, Zhang Tingmu, and Zhang Tingye, "Although you are from the Nine Sword Pavilion, they are all juniors. I want to take them back to heal the wounds. You should have no objection, right?" Mu Wushuang and Zhang Tingmu looked at each other without saying a word. Instead, Zhang Tingye bowed and said, "That's natural, Bai Gong ordered the way."

Bai Xiaofeng nodded and supported Bai Xiaochuan. Shang Yuru also helped Zhou Siwei who was lying on the ground and quickly left the silk shop. Mu Wushuang frowned and said, "You know people but not your heart! Now we have offended everyone." Zhang Tingmu put away his tiger-headed knife and nodded silently. Zhang Tingye ignored Mu Wushuang and Zhang Tingmu, but ran to the inner room to look for Su Xiaoyu excitedly, but found that there was no one in the room!

Not to mention Tang Zixi and Su Xiaoyu, even Yu Xueqi, who was lying on the bed to recover from the wound, was gone. Only the open window was like a silent giant mouth, as if it had left the corpse devouring of the three of them. Zhang Tingye was anxious and could only shout loudly: "Senior Brother, come! They... they are gone!" Mu Wushuang and Zhang Tingmu rushed into the room when they heard this, and were naturally shocked.

Mu Wushuang calmed down first, glanced at the room quickly and noticed nothing, immediately jumped out of the window with a cold expression. Zhang Tingmu pressed Zhang Tingye, who was at a loss, patted his shoulder and said, "I really can't leave. Follow Mutou, go quickly! If you find anything, come back and tell me!"
Chapter completed!