Lin Shiyao still nodded obediently, and then slowly retreated to a place ten feet behind Zhang Hong. Seeing that Lin Shiyao was away, Zhang Hong looked at his right hand and snorted: "It's rare that Lin Miao is not here, it really fulfills my wish - Master, don't hide behind you and pinch your hand gestures. Your Heavenly Stems Divine Armor Clothes can't trap me!"

Zhang Lu was naturally nervous when Zhang Hong saw his thoughts, and the hand gestures placed behind him subconsciously pinched them faster. Zhang Hong took the lead and rushed directly to Zhang Lu, waving his palm to hit Zhang Lu's face. Mu Wushuang blocked Zhang Lu and swung his sword to stab Zhang Hong's chest. Zhang Hong snorted, and his right palm slashed at Mu Wushuang's wrist.

Mu Wushuang held Zhang Hong's right arm with his right hand, and kicked Zhang Hong's lower abdomen with a kick. Zhang Hong showed a look of surprise and hurriedly pressed Mu Wushuang's right leg with his left hand. Mu Wushuang took the opportunity to sweep the sword across Zhang Hong's neck. Zhang Hong leaned back and avoided Mu Wushuang's Juluo sword, jumped back and nodded and said, "I haven't seen you for only two months, you are growing very fast!"

Mu Wushuang narrowed his eyes and shouted, "Stop talking nonsense, I haven't cut your hand yet!" As he said that, Mu Wushuang took a step and used the Fengling Sword to cover Zhang Hong's entire right half of his body. Zhang Hong frowned, jumped back two steps to avoid Mu Wushuang's Juluo Sword, and then slowly pulled out the Bingchen Sword from his sleeve, nodding: "It's indeed much more powerful. It seems that I can't do it if I don't light up my weapons."

Mu Wushuang had suffered the loss of the Bingchen Sword, so of course he didn't dare to be arrogant. He just raised the Juluo Sword and stared at Zhang Hong. Zhang Hong glanced at Zhang Lu behind Mu Wushuang, and also raised the Bingchen Sword and said, "The Phoenix Split Feather Sword is good. Today we will make good gestures - Hua Wuchang, take the move! Yanyu Luohong Sword!" The short sword drew a cold light in Zhang Hong's hand, pricking Mu Wushuang's sternum.

Mu Wushuang raised the Juluo Sword and collided with Bingchen Sword. The two swords intersected and burst out countless sparks. Mu Wushuang's arm was numb by the Bingchen Sword. A smile appeared on the corner of Zhang Hong's mouth. When Mu Wushuang was distracted, his right arm suddenly raised, and Bingchen Sword directly cut off Mu Wushuang's neck. Mu Wushuang raised the Juluo Sword and blocked Zhang Hong's killing move. Zhang Hong was about to cut Mu Wushuang's chest horizontally, but he saw Mu Wushuang's right fist was already hitting him in front of him.

Zhang Hong hurriedly avoided Mu Wushuang's right fist, and then kicked Mu Wushuang's right knee. Mu Wushuang could only retract his right arm and turn to avoid Zhang Hong's left foot. Zhang Hong saw that there was a flaw in Mu Wushuang's chest, but he did not snatch the serious injury, but directly bypassed Mu Wushuang and slammed Zhang Lu. Zhang Lu narrowed his eyes and vacated his left hand to push Zhang Hong's Bingchen Sword.

Zhang Hong sneered and exclaimed: "Master is still so powerful when casting one hand!" As he spoke, Zhang Hong had already swung his sword across Zhang Lu's right half. Mu Wushuang caught up with Zhang Hong with a single arrow and blocked the Bingchen Sword with Julu's sword. The Bingchen Sword only cut into Zhang Lu's arm for about a centimeter and stopped. Zhang Hong slapped Mu Wushuang's dantian with a palm. Mu Wushuang held the Bingchen Sword and did not dare to hide back, so he could only stand there and get a palm of Zhang Hong.

Zhang Hong glanced at Mu Wushuang and shouted angrily: "Why haven't you been hiding yet?! Just want to die like this? OK!" Zhang Hong suddenly took away the Bingchen Sword, and then used the hilt of the sword to hit Mu Wushuang's dantian again. Mu Wushuang's internal breathing was already chaotic at this time, so of course he did not dare to take Zhang Hong's move, so he could only stagger back two steps and barely avoid Zhang Hong.

Zhang Hong stood up straight, looked at Zhang Lu in front of him with a slight pride and shook his head: "Master, are you old?" Zhang Lu suddenly shouted violently, and kicked Zhang Hong to the ground. After Zhang Hong fell to the ground, his face changed. Zhang Lu pointed at Zhang Hong with his right hand and shouted: "Do you really think I am old?!! Heavenly stems and god armor clothes!"

Zhang Hong felt his body tightening, and then he struggled a few times with his face: "Master, do you want to trap my magic power?!" Zhang Lu looked at the wound on his right arm and snorted: "Yes! You are just a mortal now! A villain, give me your life!!" As he said that, Zhang Lu raised his right foot and kicked Zhang Hong's heart.

Zhang Hong was trapped in magic power but his martial arts were still the same. He rolled on the spot and avoided Zhang Lu's right foot, then stood up, wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth and said lightly: "Master, you think too simple! The disciple really doesn't want to hurt you... Don't force me..." Mu Wushuang stood beside Zhang Lu and smiled grimly: "Zhang Hong, without divine power, see how long can you be arrogant!"

Zhang Hong also raised his lips and smiled, then raised his chin and said to Mu Wushuang: "Do you still need me to use magic power to deal with you two? Hua Wuchang, you think too much about yourself! If it were Lin Miao to say this big thing, it would be almost the same." The sword in Mu Wushuang's hand gradually rose a light red demonic aura. Zhang Hong looked at Mu Wushuang's dark red eyes and naturally remembered what happened to Mu Wushuang last time.

Zhang Hong didn't dare to be arrogant at this time, and cautiously raised the Bingchen Sword in his hand and stared at Mu Wushuang. Mu Wushuang smiled with a wicked smile and said, "You'll know if you try it!" As he said that, Mu Wushuang raised the Juluo Sword and smashed it hard on Zhang Hong's head. Zhang Hong knew that Mu Wushuang's power speed increased sharply after his demonization and could not escape, so he could only hurriedly raised the Bingchen Sword to block Mu Wushuang.

However, Mu Wushuang's strength at this time was surprisingly greater than Zhang Hong's thoughts. Zhang Hong's arms and legs were bent involuntarily. Zhang Lu seized the opportunity and used the big Xuanmo hand of Longhu Mountain to slap Zhang Hong's chest. Zhang Hong was attacked by the enemy on both sides and back and spit out a mouthful of blood. He staggered back five or six steps before he stood still.

Zhang Lu looked at Zhang Hong who was lowering his head and panting, and snorted and raised his hands behind his back: "Zhang Hong, the martial arts you are proud of are not good! Today your death date is here!" Mu Wushuang's eyes were filled with fierce light and shouted: "I'll cut off his right hand first! You dare to be careless to my uncle?!" Mu Wushuang pulled Ju Luojian and rushed to Zhang Hong. Before he could raise his left arm, a golden light suddenly flashed on Zhang Hong's body.

Mu Wushuang suddenly stopped and looked at Zhang Hong's protective divine light in disbelief. Zhang Lu also twitched and widened his eyes: "What?! It's not locking his magic power?! It's impossible..." Zhang Hong sneered and raised his head, then looked at Zhang Lu and smiled: "Of course, Master locked it - it's a pity that it was not me, but it-"
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