Qian Rendeng snorted coldly, turned his body to stare at Zhang Hong: "I lost my helper, I can't hide from you, so how could those people help you! You guys, you know what you know, so I quickly let my disciple go!" Zhang Hong took a deep breath, and saw Qian Rendeng and Mu Wushuang making the gesture of Gangling fingers at the same time. He could only use Long Yu soldiers to block him and quietly observe the three of them's every move.

Seeing that Zhang Hong was not only unmoved, but also regarded Long Yubing as a shield, Qian Rendeng shouted sternly: "Don't take my words seriously, right?! I dare to hurt my disciple, I insist on looking good!" Mu Wushuang saw that Long Yubing's fair neck was pinched red by Zhang Hong, and immediately clenched Ju Luo Jian tightly in anger. The runes of Ju Luo Jian also changed from blue to light green.

Zhang Hong frowned even more. He knew that once the demonic aura of Juluo Jian turned green, he could kill the gods. When the three words "kill the gods" flashed through Zhang Hong's mind, Zhang Hong suddenly showed a wicked smile, and then in full view of everyone, he actually slowly stretched his left hand towards Long Yubing's neckline. Mu Wushuang and the other two naturally changed their faces. Qian Rendeng shouted angrily: "Poor thief! What do you want to do?!"

Zhang Hong ignored Qian Rendeng and just reached into Long Yubing's clothes while smiling ambiguously at Mu Wushuang. Sure enough, Mu Wushuang's pupils instantly turned dark red, and the sword-falling sword also emitted a dazzling jade-colored light. "That's right, that's it! Mu Wushuang, quickly release all your demonic power, so that I can use my magic power legitimately!" Thinking of this, Zhang Hong's left hand slowly reached the point where Long Yubing's heart was sliding.

Although Long Yubing was knocked unconscious by Zhang Hong, a look of pain appeared on his face. Mu Wushuang's back flashed with a demon pattern, and he came to Long Yubing almost instantly. The tip of Ju Luojian's sword was also tightly pressed against Long Yubing's skirt. Zhang Hong saw that Mu Wushuang was about to cut off his left hand, and hurriedly pulled back his arm. Although Zhang Hong's reaction was already very fast, he was still half a step slower. Ju Luojian cut a wound about an inch deep on the back of Zhang Hong's hand.

Mu Wushuang's sword wind brought up the hair of Long Yubing, and Ju Luojian then cut towards Zhang Hong's right hand. Zhang Hong was panicked and could only use his left hand to push Long Yubing forward, wanting Long Yubing to block the sword for him. However, Mu Wushuang's reaction was extremely sharp at this time. Zhang Hong's left shoulder was moving, and Mu Wushuang had already raised Ju Luojian high into the air. When Long Yubing completely hit Mu Wushuang, Mu Wushuang raised Ju Luojian again and pointed at Zhang Hong. Qian Rendeng and Zhang Tingmu who were standing aside were frightened: If Mu Wushuang's reaction was slower, Long Yubing would be pierced by Ju Luojian's throat!

They didn't know that, although Mu Wushuang had a demonic aura as red as flames appeared around him, his heart was surprisingly calm, otherwise he would not have avoided Long Yubing in a slight slightest. Zhang Hong chuckled, put his right hand under his nose and smelled it, then looked at Mu Wushuang with a smile and said, "Long Ji's breasts are so comfortable to touch... the smell on his body is also very fragrant!" Mu Wushuang showed a long Sizan-like smile and nodded: "Is that so? Very good, then I will chop off your hand first and then pull out your nose!"

Zhang Tingmu hurriedly flashed to Mu Wushuang and whispered: "Uncle Jung-in first, I'll take her back." Mu Wushuang nodded, handed Long Yubing behind Zhang Ting's curtain, and immediately waved his sword to stab Zhang Hong. Qian Rendeng waited for Zhang Tingmu to come to him, and reached out to touch Long Yubing's hand and vented a sigh of relief: "Abing is fine, he was knocked out by that lewd - take her back to raise... Damn, this beast in human skin! I'm going to remove Zhang Hong's dog paws today!!" Zhang Tingmu nodded, just about to set off to perform his light skills, but found that he couldn't move at all - Qian Rendeng was the same.

Zhang Hong casually drew a semicircle with his left sword finger: "Mu Wushuang, I can use any means to deal with you, be careful." Mu Wushuang smiled evilly and said, "The gods also use the immobilization technique? Unfortunately, it's not good for me!" Zhang Hong chuckled, calmly avoided Ju Luojian, and immediately slapped Mu Wushuang's chest with a backhand.

However, Mu Wushuang just shook his body, and Ju Luojian still cut Zhang Hong's neck horizontally. Zhang Hong jumped back and raised his hands and nodded: "Although the movements were a little slower, his body seemed to be stronger, and he could resist my Ice Soul Palm!" Mu Wushuang lowered his waist and touched the tiger teeth in his mouth: "Dare you belittle my uncle? If I don't cut off your left hand today, this matter is not over!"

Zhang Hong snorted and pulled his horse off: "Do you think you are Lin Miao? My martial arts are better than you, so I'll tell me if you can cut it!" As he said that, Zhang Hong suddenly turned sideways and rushed towards Qian Rendeng and Zhang Tingmu. Mu Wushuang was shocked and wanted to catch up with Zhang Hong, but the magic power of the immobilization technique made him much slower. Zhang Hong raised his determined sneer and raised his right palm and slapped the Qian Rendeng's face.

Just when Zhang Hong's right palm was less than six feet away from Qian Rendeng, Luo Rui's long whip suddenly fell from the sky and hit Zhang Hong's back. When Zhang Hong heard the movement behind him, he immediately turned around and avoided Luo Rui's long whip and took the opportunity to hit Zhang Ting's heart behind the scenes. Zhang Tingmu and Qian Rendeng stood very close. Luo Rui was afraid of affecting them, so he could only temporarily take back the whip.

Zhang Tingmu could only use all his internal strength and was ready to take Zhang Hong's Bingpo's Palm, but Zhang Hong had already had murderous intentions. One palm would definitely shatter Zhang Tingmu's internal organs. Even the Long Yubing in front of Zhang Tingmu might have been shaken out of internal injuries by him. Just when Mu Wushuang and others were extremely anxious, Lin Miao rushed over and opened Zhang Tingmu, and his right fist and Zhang Hong's right palm collided heavily.

Zhang Hong frowned and stood up straight and twisted his wrist: "Can you actually hit me? How could it be!" Lin Miao sneered and tightened the corners of his mouth: "I asked for something good for Miao Yuesheng Gu, I asked for something good, I guess you have seen it too." Zhang Hong hurriedly looked at his right palm when he heard this. Sure enough, a black and blue color appeared in the middle of his palm that was injured by Lin Miao. Mu Wushuang, Lin Miao, and Luo Rui walked forward in a tacit understanding, forming horns to surround Zhang Hong in the middle.
Chapter completed!