"Dongdong...Dongdong..."

The rapid footsteps sounded, and Zhao Wuxia held a fruit knife in her hand, rushed out of the room at the fastest speed in her life, rushed into the backyard, and rushed towards Jiang Feng.

Zhao Wuxia stood in front of Jiang Feng, with determination in her beautiful eyes that no one could shake. She was like a fierce tiger, staring at Mr. Mu.

Zhao Wuxia gasped heavily, not sure whether she was running too fast or too nervous, and even her hand holding the fruit knife was trembling uncontrollably.

But even so, Zhao Wuxia still stood in front of Jiang Feng fearlessly and faced Mr. Mu. The fruit knife in his hand pointed the tip of the knife towards Mr. Mu, and made a stabbing gesture.

Although Zhao Wuxia did not speak, she had already told Mr. Mu with her actions that if Mr. Mu insisted on killing Jiang Feng, the fruit knife in her hand would definitely stab it without hesitation.

Zhao Wuxia's appearance made Old Mu frown slightly, pause, stop, stretch out a finger and point to the side: "Get out!"

A word without emotion came from Old Mu's mouth. Zhao Wuxia heard it in his ears, as if a thunder exploded in her ears. Her heart was trembling, and her hand holding the fruit knife was trembling even more violently.

"No!" Zhao Wuxia shouted.

"It's interesting." Zong Zheng said sarcastically.

Zhao Wuxia rushed out of the room. Although the speed was fast, anyone present could easily stop Zhao Wuxia. It was completely effortless to kill Zhao Wuxia.

However, no one took action. The judge was watched by Zong Dongshang. The two of them said with a sharp edge. On the surface, they were relaxed, but in fact, neither of them dared to act rashly.

Dong Baoyu looked at Zong Zheng and Wen Nan, but he was also watched by Zong Zheng and Wen Nan, and he was unable to take action.

In this way, Zhao Wuxia was allowed to rush to Jiang Feng and "stop" Mr. Mu. Of course, such "stop" had no meaning. A woman with no power, Mr. Mu just reached out and slapped her to death. As for the fruit knife, even if Mr. Mu stood still and let Zhao Wuxia take action, Zhao Wuxia would not be able to hit Mr. Mu.

Ling Yun stood beside Qin Junlin. With the lessons learned from the past, this was the most convenient position to protect Qin Junlin. Qin Junlin had a smile on his lips. Looking at Zhao Wuxia who rushed out, his two fingers rubbed gently, as if Zhao Wuxia's life was hanging between his two fingers. As long as he rubbed him a little harder, Zhao Wuxia's life would be over.

"Old Mu, kill Jiang Feng first." Qin Junlin said.

Qin Junlin did not stop Zhao Wuxia, and Qin Junlin also stopped Ling Yun from taking action. In Qin Junlin's view, Zhao Wuxia's appearance had no meaning except for death.

Didn’t Zhao Wuxia protect Jiang Feng? Then, let Zhao Wuxia watch Jiang Feng die. I guess such a scene must be very interesting.

"Qin Junlin, shut up." Zhao Wuxia glared at Qin Junlin with red eyes and said loudly.

Everything was caused by Qin Junlin. Zhao Wuxia had a huge anger towards Qin Junlin. If she hadn't had the ability, Zhao Wuxia would have wanted to kill Qin Junlin with her own hands.

Qin Junlin would not take Zhao Wuxia seriously and whispered: "Old Mu, don't let Jiang Feng die too easily."

Qin Junlin did not take Zhao Wuxia's attitude to heart, which did not mean that he could ignore it. If Qin Junlin's idea was enough to kill Jiang Feng at the beginning, then don't let Jiang Feng die too easily, it would be a torture Jiang Feng.

"No problem." A sneer appeared on the corner of Mr. Mu's mouth.

"No!" Zhao Wuxia shouted again, hoarsely.

"It's okay, I won't let him die too easily in a while." A gentle voice sounded in Zhao Wuxia's ears. Jiang Feng reached out and pulled Zhao Wuxia gently behind him.

"Young Master, you..." Zhao Wuxia's delicate body kept trembling, and his voice was trembling.

"Don't worry, I'm here." Jiang Feng said softly.

I'm here.

Simple words are rich in the power of warming the heart. Zhao Wuxia stared at Jiang Feng in a daze, with tears flowing around his eyes.

In her blurred eyes, there was a kind of brilliance that she had never seen before. Jiang Feng said that she would relieve her that she would be fine as long as she was there.

But is this really the case?

Zhao Wuxia was not sure. She bit her red lips lightly and said, "Young Master, I know you are protecting me, but I caused it all, I can't!"

From Zhao Wuxia being invited away by the Qin family in disguise, to Jiang Feng coming to the Qin family, to various forces coming to the door, a series of chain reactions occurred rapidly at an unexpected speed.

With Zhao Wuxia's wisdom, she naturally knew that things would not be as simple as they were on the surface. She was just used by Qin Junlin. But even so, because of being used, Zhao Wuxia still felt deeply guilty towards Jiang Feng.

If you want to die, then die together.

She said no, her voice soft, but there was no doubt.

She couldn't retreat, she couldn't watch Jiang Feng die. Even if she couldn't do anything, at least, she could do one thing, that is, to die with Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng smiled softly, stretched out his hand, lifted up a strand of hair that was blown by the wind because of his running speed. Jiang Feng carefully pinned the strand of hair behind Zhao Wuxia's head and smiled and said: "I am a man, you are a woman. Where can a man hide behind a woman? Could it be that you want others to laugh at me?"

Because of Jiang Feng's action, Zhao Wuxia's pale cheeks quietly flew up two red glows. She could even feel the temperature of Jiang Feng's fingertips. Such temperature made her a little distracted.

"But, young master, you are injured." Zhao Wuxia's movement of biting red lips was even harder, and a trace of blood dripped down her gentle jaw.

Jiang Feng sighed softly, stretched out his hand again, carefully wiped off the blood on the corner of Zhao Wuxia's lips, and said slowly: "I'm injured, but I'm not dead yet, I can still stand up. As long as I can stand up, even though the world is big, who can do anything to me."

"What a big tone!" Before Zhao Wuxia could speak, Zong Zheng snorted coldly and said disdainfully.

Jiang Feng ignored Zong Zheng's sarcasm and said to Zhao Wuxia: "Believe me."

Jiang Feng's words were always so gentle, which was a gentleness that had never been before, but the more Jiang Feng was like this, the more uncomfortable Zhao Wuxia felt.

"Young Master, you must not have something to do, otherwise you will never live alone!" Zhao Wuxia raised his eyes and looked at Jiang Feng. The water in her eyes was filled with mist. She raised her head, kissed the dragonfly at the corner of Jiang Feng's mouth, and then retreated behind Jiang Feng.

At this point, Zhao Wuxia's tears that he had been holding back finally slid down the corners of his eyes. Zhao Wuxia's tears were crying silently, lowering his head tightly, not wanting to be seen by Jiang Feng.

Seeing this, Zong Zheng couldn't help but sarcastically said, "What a pair of miserable mandarin ducks, what a pity."

I don’t know what he is regretting, but it won’t be a real pity.

"I'm sure to kill me?" Jiang Feng said with his eyes narrowed and looked at Mr. Mu.

"I originally thought it was ten, but now it is eight points." Old Mu said solemnly.

Jiang Feng smiled slightly and said, "What is the difference between eight points and one point?"

"The difference is that I can still kill you!" Old Mu's voice suddenly sank. As he spoke, he stepped forward and the momentum on his body suddenly reached its peak.

"Let's take action, give you a last chance to take action." Old Mu said.

"snort!"

Jiang Feng snorted coldly, waved his right hand, and a sharp breath swung towards Mr. Mu.

That's a sword!

Sword energy!

A sword was cut out, as if the air was split into two halves and squeezed towards both sides. A sword energy that was invincible was rushed straight towards Mr. Mu.

Mr. Mu and Jiang Feng faced each other. He was the first to find Jiang Feng holding a sword. What's strange is that with his eyesight, he didn't find Jiang Feng's sword hidden here. It was only when Jiang Feng swung his sword out that he was horrified to find that Jiang Feng was actually holding a sword in his hand.

A rusty iron sword looks powerless, and it is far less powerful than Wen Nan's short sword, whether it is in appearance or sharpness.

However, when the sword was swung out from Jiang Feng's hand, Mr. Mu immediately felt that his whole body was covered with the shadow of death.

Mr. Mu immediately felt cold all over his body. Part of the coldness was the sword light swinged by Jiang Feng with his sword, and part of the discovery was that Mr. Mu discovered that this sword actually made him feel a sense of trembling in his heart that could not resist.

"No!" Old Mu shouted, clasped his fists with both hands, and punched Jiang Feng for dozens of punches. The fist wind swept the air and made a sharp sound, as if even the air had been broken by Old Mu.

Such power caused the faces of the judge and Zong Dongshang to change a little. They did not know Mr. Mu, did not know Mr. Mu's origin, or his strength. It was just that when Jiang Feng threw Qin Junlin away, Mr. Mu showed something unique.

At this time, Mr. Mu felt that his life was threatened and tried his best to take action. His momentum was even worse than the two of them.

"When did Yanjing actually have such a master hidden? The Qin family's water is too deep." Both of them sighed.

Mr. Mu made a move, and the fist was swelling, trying to shake the sword in Jiang Feng's hand. Unfortunately, Jiang Feng had accumulated momentum for a long time, just for this sword. Once the sword was drawn, he would definitely kill him. Jiang Feng was not sure whether he had a chance to shoot a second sword, so he would definitely not allow any errors in this sword.

The sword light cut open the fist wind of Mr. Mu and fell straight from Mr. Mu's forehead. Before the sword body arrived, the sword energy had already crushed the black robe on Mr. Mu's body.

As the sword energy came, the black robe on Mr. Mu turned into pieces of rags, falling everywhere like autumn wind swept through fallen leaves, and Mr. Mu's tightly wrapped face was revealed.

A thin and narrow face and a reddish-brown scar extend from Mr. Mu's right eye to the corner of his mouth, making Mr. Mu look full of a gloomy and weird atmosphere.

Almost as Mr. Mu's face was exposed, a little blood was splashing out on his forehead. The blood was first and a little, quickly connecting into a line.

With a "boom", Mr. Mu fell to the ground.

With one sword, Mu Lao died!
Chapter completed!