After Mu Wushuang's injury was slightly better, he immediately reached out and pressed Su Xiaoyu on his shoulder and pulled her into his arms. Zhang Tingye looked at Mu Wushuang hatefully. Mu Wushuang deliberately ignored Zhang Tingye, but shouted to Li Yu: "Aman, Xiaoyu is handed over to you first, I must take good care of her!" Li Yu saw Yang Tiantai, Liu Manmang and Wang Xiaoru fighting together, suppressed the fear in his heart, rushed to Mu Wushuang, and took Su Xiaoyu panting. Su Xiaoyu was weak, and naturally was shocked by Wang Xiaoru's ghost roar. Li Aman slowly retreated for more than ten battles before stopping.

Wang Xiaoru had bare hands, and although he fought against two, he had no disadvantages at all. Yang Tiantai and Liu Manmang naturally knew that Wang Xiaoru did not solve their intentions immediately, but looked at their martial arts. So both of them had a gloomy face and spoke out their sword skills to the fullest. Wang Xiaoru pushed Liu Manmang away with a palm, and suddenly felt that the wind was making noise behind him, and he turned around and punched him. But Wang Xiaoru turned around and felt that the situation was wrong: the opponent's sword edge was as cold as a star, the sword body was as simple as a dragon, and the blue runes pulled out a long blue line and rushed towards him.

"Juluo Jian! Good boy!" Wang Xiaoru was shocked: Juluo Jian is no better than the iron iron in the world. It is injured and broken when it is touched. However, Wang Xiaoru immediately returned to calm. She twisted her body slightly between the sparks of the electrolyte, and her arm raised her to avoid Juluo Jian's sword. Mu Wushuang could only see Juluo Jian passing by Wang Xiaoru's chest. Wang Xiaoru floated a sneer and punched Mu Wushuang's shoulders. Mu Wushuang immediately retreated. Wang Xiaoru snorted and said, "Little boy, I almost hit your Taoist!" Mu Wushuang felt a sharp pain in his shoulder, but immediately adjusted his body. Yang Tiantai's long sword, Liu Manmang's broken sword, and Mu Wushuang's Juluo Jian all attacked Wang Xiaoru. Wang Xiaoru calmly lowered her body from under Yang Tiantai's arm, then poked out his right foot and tripped Liu Manmang and staggered.

Seeing Liu Man's light hit the sword, Mu Wushuang quickly forced the Ju Luo Jian back to prevent Liu Manmang from accidentally hurting him. Wang Xiaoru had just stood up and suddenly heard the strong wind behind him. He didn't turn back and just had a palm. After the two palms intersected, the person who came took a step back. "Hmm? Tiangang Hand? Yes, it's not worse than Zhang Xiuwen'er!" Wang Xiaoru turned around and looked at the person who attacked her. The person standing in front of her was Li Tianmu. "At such an age and with such skills, was it the eight-armed Yama Li Tianmu?" Wang Xiaoru asked slowly. Li Tianmu took a deep breath: "It's right below that Li Tianmu has met his senior." Wang Xiaoru nodded, raised his left hand and said: "You and that Zhang Xiuwen'er are half a pound. But you are injured now, and it's good to be able to bully me five feet behind me."

Li Tianmu said in silence, "Why are you so arrogant?" Wang Xiaoru laughed and said, "You don't understand! This little demon at the bottom of the lake is of great help to the old man in practicing martial arts." When everyone heard this, they all showed complicated expressions, and Lu Xianping even opened his blood-filled eyes. Li Shuanghua is also a monster who has been practicing Taoism for five or six hundred years. Wang Xiaoru asked her for only one purpose: the demon pill in her body. Mu Wushuang didn't say a word when she heard this, raised the Qu Luo Sword and chopped Wang Xiaoru's head. Wang Xiaoru didn't turn her head, stretched her waist and kicked her behind her, kicking Mu Wushuang's dantian. Mu Wushuang groaned, flew several feet apart and fell to the ground, and did not move for a while.

Zhang Xiuwen took a deep breath, took a step and used the Death Demon Subduing Fist to hit Wang Xiaoru's right fist. This Death Demon Subduing Fist is an introductory skill in the world, which is easy to understand, and is basically an exercise such as strengthening the body and strengthening the body. Almost everyone in the world knows it, so few people use this set of boxing when fighting. However, Zhang Xiuwen used it, but he was different from an ordinary Taoist martial artist. Wang Xiaoru casually stretched out his palm and caught Zhang Xiuwen's fist. Suddenly, he felt a powerful stamina coming from Zhang Xiuwen's fist. Wang Xiaoru pressed his eyebrows and pulled back his right leg, leaning forward to form a shaking force with Zhang Xiuwen. Zhang Xiuwen immediately thought that it was not good. He had already learned about Wang Xiaoru's internal strength just now, and his true energy was greatly damaged and his internal strength was insufficient. Such competition was purely tired of living.

Wang Xiaoru said coldly in his heart: "These guys are so cunning than the other! You Zhang Xiuwen, you actually mixed the purple cultivating elephant arts from the Nine Sword Pavilion into the Demon-Subduing Fist! If it weren't for the fact that the internal strength of my old man was still good, you would have to break the bones of your hand!" Zhang Xiuwen's use of the purple cultivating magic skill was at the end of his strength. Seeing Wang Xiaoru's face becoming more serious, Zhang Xiuwen was even more frightened. This purple cultivating elephant arts is the most profound internal skill of their Nine Sword Pavilion, as famous as the Tianyang True Classic of Dragon and Tiger Mountain and the Shaolin Yijin Jing. Although it is invincible to practice to the highest level, Zhang Xiuwen's current cultivation is still far from being able to do so. Zhang Xiuwen's use of the purple cultivating elephant arts is already the last fight, and if he fails, he will be able to be benevolence. Now it seems that he is really going to sacrifice himself and achieve good deeds.

Wang Xiaoru grabbed Zhang Xiuwen's fist and used the internal strength of Baizhang Hand again. Baizhang Hand used its strong internal strength to restrain the opponent's tendons, veins, and blood. "Baizhang" means that the other party has nowhere to hide within Baizhang, and of course it has an exaggeration. But Wang Xiaoru's Baizhang Hand did make Zhang Xiuwen unable to move. Li Tianmu had already seen Wang Xiaoru's thoughts, and immediately bit his lips and flipped his right hand, and slapped Wang Xiaoru with his right palm with burning internal strength. Wang Xiaoru's brow tightened: "Wish you,"

"Li Tianmu's right palm was red at this time, and wisps of blue smoke appeared in the clothes that were pressed against his arm. Wang Xiaoru could only hurriedly withdraw his right hand and let go of Zhang Xiuwen. Zhang Xiuwen couldn't lift his true energy, and he took a few steps back with a pale face. Zhang Tingye rushed forward without hesitation to support his father. Seeing that Li Tianmu's Zhurong eleven posture was approaching, Wang Xiaoru turned his left middle finger and popped up at Li Tianmu's palm. After a roar, Li Tianmu and Wang Xiaoru took a few steps back.

At this time, Wang Xiaoru's middle finger was bent and did not stretch it out. Li Tianmu's right hand was even more bloody and blood flowed down his fingers to the ground. Zhurong's eleventh posture and Butterfly Flower Finger are both powerful internal skills, but Butterfly Flower Finger is more inclined to hurt the enemy from a distance, while Zhurong's palm has amazing close power. Li Tianmu also used his strength to attack Wang Xiaoru's shortcomings. But even so, Li Tianmu still did not take any advantage. Yang Tiantai and Liu Manmang saw that Li Tianmu's right hand was injured and could no longer fight. Zhang Xiuwen's true energy was exhausted.

Shuang was still lying on the ground without moving, and at the same time raised the weapon in his hand. Yang Tiantai raised his right arm, aimed at Wang Xiaoru and said nothing, and swung the sword to stab Wang Xiaoru's chest. When Yang Tiantai was about to reach him, Wang Xiaoru calmly avoided Yang Tiantai's long sword. Then, his right fingers clamped the sword body with extremely fast speed, allowing Yang Tiantai to use force, and no matter how hard Yang Tiantai tried, the sword could not move at all. Wang Xiaoru's two fingers intertwined, and suddenly a crisp sound of metal breaking - Yang Tiantai's long sword was actually clamped into two pieces by Wang Xiaoru.

Yang Tiantai gritted his teeth and said, "Senior's Yin-Breaking Finger is indeed powerful!" Wang Xiaoru snorted, and a look of pride came out of his eyes. Wang Xiaoru's Yin-Breaking Finger was originally used to deal with hidden weapons, but as Wang Xiaoru's martial arts became more and more advanced, she simply developed this move to deal with any weapon, ranging from a spear and a heavy halberd to a silver needle dart, almost everything was broken. Wang Xiaoru put away his smile and said, "You are the iron sword arhat Yang Tiantai? He actually took the lead to confronting Lao I, it's really a pity!" After that, Wang Xiaoru suddenly slashed out with a palm. Yang Tiantai saw that there was nowhere to hide, so he could only raise his right arm to block Wang Xiaoru's right palm. Just as Wang Xiaoru was about to succeed, an eagle roar suddenly came from above his head, and a black snake-like long whip hit her Tianling Cap with the force of opening mountains and cracking the ground. Wang Xiaoru felt a trembling in his heart, and he turned over and avoided the long whip.
Chapter completed!