Mu Wushuang raised his sword and said, "I think you'd better call a few more helpers. If you can't beat me for a while, I want to escape." Zhang Hong sneered, and suddenly went around to Mu Wushuang's left, and hit Mu Wushuang's left arm. Mu Wushuang hurriedly caught Zhang Hong's elbow with his right hand, and the Julujiang sword in his left hand was cut towards Zhang Hong's neck.

Zhang Hong lowered his head and avoided Ju Luojian. He saw Mu Wushuang's door open wide, and immediately hit his dantian with a palm. Mu Wushuang's blood was reversed by Zhang Hong's blow. He took six or seven steps in a row before he stood firm, and his face turned pale. Zhang Hong slowly stood up and shook his fingers: "Boy, without the Tianyang True Language, you will be frozen to death in a while."

Mu Wushuang gritted his teeth, and his body was trembling with the cold air inside. Zhang Hong jumped to Mu Wushuang in one step, waved his right palm and continued, "Just Mr. Qian taught me something else just now - just talk less nonsense and do more!" As he said that, Zhang Hongshi's successful Bingpo Ming Palm hit Mu Wushuang's dantian again. Mu Wushuang flew several feet like a pocket, and finally fell to the ground hard.

Zhang Hong looked at Mu Wushuang who was motionless, chuckled and shook his head: "Who is not good to provoke, but I'm really blind!" After that, Zhang Hong walked to Dao Wangge, looked at Qian Rendeng with a solemn face and said, "If you have any luck, you can just use poison darts to deal with them later." Dao Wangge turned around and looked at Mu Wushuang who was lying on the ground on his back, and then slanted Zhang Hong: "Can that kid survive even if he had two palms of the Chinese master?"

Zhang Hong moved his lips and lowered his voice and said, "Just want to be foolproof. After all, that guy is not an ordinary person, so it's better to be more stable." Dao Wangge took out two poison darts and nailed them to Mu Wushuang's chest and lower abdomen. Mu Wushuang was still motionless. Zhang Hong and Dao Wangge both smiled, and then Dao Wangge turned his head to look at Qian Rendeng and said, "I have heard that the national master is extremely cautious in his actions. Today I saw that the kid is dead. Now it's the turn of the blood-handed man Qian, to be safe..." As he said that, Dao Wangge took out two poison needles and shot Qian Rendeng's eyes.

Mu Wushuang's body was extremely heavy at this time. He felt that he was lying in the darkness, but he couldn't move. At this time, the voice deep in his soul echoed again: "Coward, idiot! Just die like this?" Mu Wushuang wanted to scold him, but he couldn't say a word, so he could only sulk himself. The voice did not wait for Mu Wushuang's response, and continued mockingly: "I really don't know how you lived until now! Wasting your father in vain... Oh... it hurts..."

The voice seemed to be bitten by something and was startled again, and suddenly screamed and begged. Mu Wushuang heard the arrogant voice suddenly became like a child. He wanted to laugh but couldn't laugh, so he could only lie straight in the endless darkness. It took me a long time before Mu Wushuang felt someone slowly walking towards him, and then stood quietly beside his head, but Mu Wushuang didn't know what this person was trying to do - "This bastard, shouldn't he want to take the opportunity to hammer my head?! That would be so terrible!" Mu Wushuang said silently with nervousness.

The man's clothes moved, as if he was slowly squatting down. Mu Wushuang could not move his head, so he could only roll his eyes to see him. However, even if Mu Wushuang rolled his eyes up desperately, he still couldn't see what he wanted to do. This man seemed to deliberately make Mu Wushuang unable to see him. Mu Wushuang tried for a while before giving up the struggle, slowly lowered his eyes and snorted: "You are finally willing to run out to watch the fun? I want to kill and cut me, I admit it. Who made me inferior to others? I thought, you would just hide in the dark and curse people... Wait, I can speak?!"

Before Mu Wushuang could come back to her senses, a fair and beautiful white palm gently pressed on his nose and patted it. Mu Wushuang looked at the palm with a straight look - it was obviously a woman's hand, and it was impossible to guess without thinking too much. The owner of this hand must be extraordinary. After a long time, a silver bell-like female voice slowly said: "It's all so big, but unfortunately... it doesn't seem to be with me..."

Mu Wushuang was slightly stunned, and his words became stuttering: "Let's say...you...you are my mother?" "Hey, son, it's me. Haha, don't listen to your father being careless, he can't spit out ivory." The female voice seemed to smile helplessly and said in a slightly angry voice. Mu Wushuang looked at his mother's slender hands in mixed feelings, thought hard for a moment before slowly saying: "Mom, the voice that kept mocking me is actually my father? Is he a problem? Why did you fall in love with him?"

"Well, yes... I said you little bastard, this is what you should ask? Well? No wonder everyone says you are a bastard! Alas, your father is also a bastard, 25, you two are really similar... Okay, it's okay, just ignore him in the future." Mu Wushuang sniffed and continued, "Mom, why do I want to cry but can't cry? My bastard... Why is my father sealing my demonic power?"

"Your father seals your demonic power? No, although he keeps talking bad about you, he... OK, son, you should go back. Let my mother help you this time!" "Don't let me see you again..." Before Mu Wushuang finished speaking, she felt like she was pushed hard from the back, and the endless darkness around her also turned back to the view of the Wei Mansion. Mu Wushuang stood up suddenly, turned her head and saw Dao Wangge throwing the poison needle towards Qian Rendeng's eyes. Mu Wushuang felt angry, and pulled out the poison dart from her chest and threw it hard at Dao Wangge's right hand.

Dao Wangge's right hand and half of his arm were smashed to pieces by the poisonous dart. Dao Wangge was stunned for a moment before wailing, looking at Mu Wushuang who was "resurrected from the dead" with shock. Zhang Hong turned around nervously and saw Mu Wushuang pull out the poisonous dart from his abdomen and throw it at him. He could only hurriedly dodge. The tiny poisonous dart directly penetrated the wall and flew to him.
Chapter completed!