The face of the monk surnamed Yu changed several times, and then the corners of his mouth moved without leaving any trace, obviously he had something on his mind.
He turned around and said to the Blood Demon: "Senior, we really have no intention of breaking into this place. If we defeat him, can we leave?"
The blood demon said jokingly: "I said, the spirit of whoever dies will stay, you can win as you wish."
As soon as these words were spoken, the monk surnamed Yu sneered: "What are you waiting for? Come on!" After saying that, he quickly took out his spiritual sword and attacked Zhang Mu.
Zhang Mu did not dare to be careless when he saw this. This was not a sneak attack, but a face-to-face confrontation. Even if he used the Golden Spirit Blade to kill one person, he believed that the next moment would be the time for him to meet the King of Hell.
The other five people had already rushed forward with weapons after the monk surnamed Yu took action.
Zhang Mu took a few steps, but before he could make a move, monk Yu's spirit sword slashed down hard.
Seeing this, Zhang Mu quickly put his sword on his head, and then there was a sound of iron impact, and the tiger's mouth hurt like hell, as if it was split.
"It's hard to deal with!"
Thinking of this, the other people also stabbed him, and Zhang Mu was so frightened that he hurriedly hid aside.
Although he hid in time, someone still scratched his shoulder, leaving a wound and dripping blood.
At this time, the six people did not stay behind at all. They were all thinking about killing Zhang Mu. It seemed that it would be a little difficult to get out of trouble this time.
The long sword was sealed tightly by Zhang Muwu, and it was very dangerous to fend off six weapons. But if this continues, his spiritual power will be drained sooner or later.
Thinking of this, Zhang Mu shouted angrily, and a burst of golden spiritual power blasted out.
When the monk named Yu saw it, he shouted: "Broken!"
Subsequently, Zhang Mu’s golden spiritual power was disintegrated!
"Ah..." Although Zhang Mu was shocked, he still didn't stop, for fear that he would die unexpectedly next moment.
At this moment, the monk surnamed Yu suddenly broke away from the battle circle, patted the storage bag on his waist and took out a small sword, and then raised it to Zhang Mu without thinking.
Seeing this, Zhang Mu had no chance to escape at all. He was in great embarrassment and was forced to hide by the five people. He could only watch the flying swords stabbing towards him rapidly.
"Forehead..."
Although he dodged the flying sword attack this time, he still couldn't dodge the attack of one person and was pierced in the shoulder.
"Damn, Broken Sword Style!"
Zhang Mu endured the pain in his shoulder and slashed the opponent's spiritual sword with his long sword. Suddenly the man's spiritual sword broke.
Then Zhang Mu pulled out the dagger and shouted angrily: "Burning Sword Style!"
After performing the Burning Sword Style again, Zhang Mu suddenly retreated from the spot, took out the golden gourd from his storage bag, opened the gourd without thinking, and fired hundreds of golden blades at the six people.
The first two of the six were unable to dodge, and were slowed down by the golden blade. In an instant, poison rushed into their bodies, and they rolled crazily on the ground. It was obvious that they were not going to die soon.
The monk surnamed Yu frowned and shouted: "Sick!"
The flying sword turned around and stabbed towards Zhang Mu again, with no chance to dodge.
Zhang Mu quickly put away the golden gourd, without any intention of dodging, and gathered his spiritual power to strike hard at the flying sword.
Then, two metallic sounds came out, Zhang Mu's wrist hurt, and the long sword immediately split into two, leaving only the hilt in his hand.
Even so, the flying sword of the monk surnamed Yu was also knocked away. It seemed that there was no winner or lose, but you must know that there were six monks surnamed Yu!
Zhang Mu threw away the dagger angrily, quickly took out a Tujue needle from his storage bag, and sacrificed it to one of them.
When this person saw it, he quickly patted his storage bag, and when he saw him, he took out a magic talisman and patted it on his body, forming a shield to protect him firmly.
But his thinking was too naive. The power of this Tujue needle did not lie in its power, but in its sharp penetrating power, which happened to be the nemesis of the low-level monk's shield.
Even the Tujue needle did not disappoint Zhang Mu. It pierced the man's shield very smoothly, and then, when his face was filled with surprise, it had already pierced his chest.
Zhang Mu saw him and didn't care about him anymore. Just like her being stabbed in the heart by the Tujue needle, it already meant that his life would end here. You must know that the poison of the Tujue beast is very terrifying.
It is not something that a monk in the Qi refining stage can withstand.
Immediately afterwards, the rotating Tujue needle came back and stabbed towards the other person.
When the monk surnamed Yu saw it, he couldn't help shouting: "Don't worry about this hidden weapon, I will resist it. Go and deal with this kid." After saying that, he patted his storage bag and took out a shield, which was a very solid defense in front of him.
Just when he was on good defense, he saw the Tujue needle stabbing hard on it. Although the penetrating power was strong enough, it was very difficult for Zhang Mu to resist the siege of four people and control the Tujue needle, so
It is expected that the shield cannot be broken.
The monk surnamed Yu quickly put away the shield, waved his hand, firmly grasped the Tujue needle in his hand, and shouted: "Quick fight and quick victory!"
At this time, Zhang Mu's strength was a bit frightening. He never expected that he would be able to kill one of them when he was surrounded by six of them. Now he is still struggling to hold on without any defeat.
Of course, the monk surnamed Yu was not really afraid, but was a little impressed by Zhang Mu's strength. You must know how he could resist so many people even in the middle stage of Qi refining.
After being encouraged by the monk named Yu, the four people suppressed Zhang Mu even more fiercely, which made him a little out of breath, but he still had to struggle to survive.
Once again, he narrowly avoided someone's attack. Just when he was about to take action, he saw one of them take out a wooden talisman and throw it at Zhang Mu without thinking.
"ah..."
I felt bad when I saw this person taking out the magic talisman. Now I know that after the magic talisman turned into a vine and wrapped around me, I couldn't move at all.
When the four of them saw it, they laughed loudly and said, "Kill!" After saying that, they stabbed him fiercely with their weapons.
Seeing this, cold sweat broke out on Zhang Mu's face. He suddenly realized that his wrist could still move, and a sneer appeared on his lips.
The monk surnamed Yu saw it with sharp eyes and couldn't help shouting: "Get out of the way!"
But the four of them all thought that Zhang Mu was entangled, and even if he could break away, it would not be possible in a short while. Could it be that he still has the ability to escape from the golden cicada's shell?
Seeing that the four of them were about to attack, Zhang Mu said coldly: "Jin Ling, fly control and kill!"
With a movement of his wrist, the golden crescent moon sliced through the vine branch, directly across the wrists of the two people in front, and all four hands were cut off by the golden spirit blade.
Before the two people could react to the pain, Zhang Mu suddenly broke away from the vine branch, condensed the golden spiritual power with one hand and shouted: "Sick!"
Then the golden spirit blade came back quickly, like a meteor, and quickly cut off both of their heads.
The other two people were so frightened that they looked at each other and ignored the monk surnamed Yu, and ran straight towards the teleportation array.
Seeing this, Zhang Mu was just about to take action when he heard the Blood Demon say: "Seeking death!"
As the Blood Demon waved his hand, a streak of blood rushed out. The moment the two of them stepped into the teleportation array, two shock waves were pulled out simultaneously.
Watching the Blood Demon open his mouth again, he swallowed the two shocks, and then showed a very satisfied look.
The monk surnamed Yu didn't dare to take action when he saw it. He was afraid that the blood demon would try another trick on him, which would make him reluctant to try.
But just when the three of them had nothing to say, they saw the teleportation array flashing next to them, and a man in black walked in with two women.
"It's you!"
After seeing the face of the visitor, Zhang Mu recognized him immediately. Wasn't he the young demon cultivator he met while strangling the horse thief?
After hearing this, the young man smiled half-heartedly and said, "I didn't expect you to be here too?"
"Aren't you here too?"
After hearing the conversation between the two of them, the monk surnamed Yu was really stupid. He could have told the blood demon to continue fighting Zhang Mu, which would have a great chance of winning with his strength.
But he never expected that Cheng Yaojin would be killed halfway. Not to mention the cultivation of the two beautiful women, the cultivation of the young man in black was not something he could resist.
Then, the young man looked sideways at the monk surnamed Yu, and said to Zhang Mu: "I guessed it right, you are fighting?"
Zhang Mu wiped his nose and nodded: "That's right!"
The young man stretched out his hand to reveal a woman's waist, walked back and forth, and said with an upturned corner of his mouth: "Do you want us to watch, or do you want to help?"
The woman was obviously extremely slutty. She didn't blush even after being touched in front of several people. Instead, she said coquettishly: "I hate it. It's what you say!"
"Okay." He slowly raised his head, looked at Zhang Mu and said teasingly, "Do you want me to help him or you?"
The monk surnamed Yu wanted to see something when he saw it. Then when he felt the demonic energy on the young man's body, he frowned and said: "Fellow Taoist, this person is a demonic cultivator, and you and I don't have any deep hatred, why not come together?"
Understood him."
Hearing this, Zhang Mu pretended to nod, then looked at the young man and said, "I heard that, he wants to deal with you with me."
The young man laughed and said: "Haha... Okay, I'll let you come together!"
Zhang Mu nodded and said, "Okay!" After saying that, he suddenly picked up a spiritual sword, held it in his hand, and stabbed the young man fiercely.
The monk surnamed Yu breathed a sigh of relief when he saw it, and happily stepped forward to cooperate with Zhang Mu, planning to deal with the young man in front of him together.
The young man's strength has obviously increased a lot. Under the attack of both Zhang Mu and the monk named Yu, he did not change his color at all. Instead, he showed a sinister smile at the corner of his mouth and looked at the proud people waiting for the women on both sides.
The monk surnamed Yu looked at the corner of his mouth and twitched slightly, with a glimmer of Yin in his eyes. Then he looked at Zhang Mu who was attacking at the side, and sneered: "I'm sorry!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the spiritual sword emitted strong spiritual power and immediately stabbed Zhang Mu next to him through the heart.
Zhang Mu felt a pain in his heart, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and looked at him with a puzzled face.
"Are you cheating on me?"
The monk surnamed Yu sneered: "You are being blamed? Don't say that. If you want to blame, just blame yourself for being stupid! Can you blame others?"
Just when his face was full of pride, he heard laughter: "Yes, despicable enough!"