Zhang Xiaodao stood on the boat and looked dumbfounded, this young man looked very powerful, even the big monster was not the opponent of the young man, no need to ask, he must have been the one who saved himself just now, but he still let the family follow him when he went down the river. Seeing that the young man chased the ironclad beast into the river again, Zhang Xiaodao's heart also lifted, the ironclad beast can appear from the river water, and the natural water nature is excellent, will there be any danger for the young man to enter other people's territory like this?

Zhang Xiaodao was worried there, and the old man standing at the bow of the boat saw that there was no danger for the time being, so he hurriedly ordered the boat to be opened. Zhang Xiaodao was startled, thinking that if the boat was opened, the benefactor would come up later, and without the boat, how would it be good if the waves were high and the wind was rushing on this cannibal beach?

"Old steward, there are still people in this river who have not come up, and we can't sail. Zhang Xiaodao ran towards the bow of the boat, shouting loudly. The old man paused slightly, and seemed to hesitate, but a few people next to him who had just escaped by luck because of Mr. Mu's shot rushed up, and they couldn't help but drag Zhang Xiaodao back.

"What are you doing, let me go. Zhang Xiaodao struggled, but how could he be a young boy who could compete with these powerful men who had been begging for a living on the river all year round? Although he was reluctant, he was still dragged down by a few people.

"Little brother, your friend is so capable, even if he is not the opponent of the river monster, there must be no problem in escaping, but we can't, if he loses, where can we escape for a while in this stormy moment?

Zhang Xiaodao stopped struggling, knowing that these people were telling the truth. Seeing that he was no longer stubborn, several people thought that he was also a little afraid, so they all let go of their hands and urged the butler to start the boat. Zhang Xiaodao drooped his head and walked towards the stern, suddenly turned his hand, the cold light flashed, and he actually cut the rope of the sheepskin raft hanging on the stern, jumped over, and floated into the river with the raft. Several sailors shouted and cursed, and then buried their heads and continued to row the oars vigorously, without the sheepskin raft, if there was any accident in this boat, the big guy was afraid that he would really feed the king.

Mr. Mu entered the river, and the blood-colored world had been put away, and he didn't need those red lotuses, but just fought with the ironclad beast with the spear in his hand. When the beast arrived at its own territory, it relied on it more, put away its dorsal fin, and manipulated the water to kill Mr. Xiangmu.

With two thuds, claws and spears intersected, and the ironclad beast writhed wildly, turning around and continuing to run. It never imagined that its claws, which could tear apart even the armor worn by those soldiers at the bottom of the river, would be cut off by spears one after another. The little confidence that the ironclad beast had just raised disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Eighty-one dorsal fins reappeared, but Mr. Mu did not give them another chance to set up. The blood-colored shadow of the spear flickered, encircling the three dorsal fins in the center. Mr. Mu silently felt that these dorsal fins were born of the same origin and were implicated in each other, and although they were surrounded by themselves at this moment, their involvement with other dorsal fins was not completely severed. Each dorsal fin rises and falls in the water, gently trembling and fluctuating.

The power on one dorsal fin is very limited, but the three rely on each other, and although they do not seem to fluctuate consistently, they give the impression of being a whole, and each blow of the spear is dispersed by these dorsal fins. Mr. Mu's marksmanship is also changing, and the blood flame on the tip of the spear is also divided into three strands, each of which keeps beating. At the beginning, there were some separate battles, and the power of the attack did not rise but fell, but slowly as the number of attacks with the dorsal fin increased, the two blood flames suddenly merged in one place, if someone took a serious look at it at this time, they would find that the two blood flames were not really in one place, but their fluctuations were very similar, relying on each other, complementing each other, not a whole, but like a whole.

The power of the ——, spear suddenly increased a lot, and the three dorsal fins were a little difficult to parry. Mr. Mu deliberately collected some strength, he didn't want to lose his sparring partner so soon. I don't know how long it took, but the fourth and fifth, there were more and more dorsal fins surrounded by spears, and the power of the blood flame became more and more powerful. The ironclad beast was very frightened, but its dorsal fin could not form a formation, where did it have the courage to step forward and fight Mr. Mu?

When the blood flame was divided into six strands, Mr. Mu took the spear, not because he was unwilling to continue, but because the next formation was too mysterious, and it was not something that he could comprehend for a while. Mr. Mu looked at the ironclad beast, the spear in his hand was not put away, and the killing intent on the blood flame was even stronger than Fang Cai. The ironclad beast trembled slightly, and no matter how the old man on his back patted, he couldn't move any longer. The blood-colored spear flashed, and the old man with the head of a water lion was pierced through his throat, staring at his weak eyes, and slowly fell down the back of the ironclad beast, sinking towards the bottom of the river. The ironclad beast was not controlled by the old man, and instinctively crawled on the ground, indicating ups and downs. Hanlian literature

There was a splash on the surface of the river, and a huge beast emerged from the river, and on its broad back lay several huge iron boxes, and several corpses lay horizontally beside the iron boxes. Mr. Mu had a gloomy face, standing on the huge beast head, everything was really as he expected, these soldiers sleeping at the bottom of the river turned out to be Pei Bai's white-haired flying tiger riders, those iron boxes were full of red metal, when he first opened the boxes, he thought that these boxes were full of flames. Mr. Mu no longer had the idea of continuing to stay in Shajiadian at this time, he just wanted to hurry back to Shanyang Town and ask Jian Dahu what was going on in person.

The ironclad beast was speeding through the river, Mr. Mu suddenly heard a shout on the river, and was slightly stunned, he didn't pay attention to the presence or absence of the wooden boat, but now he saw Zhang Xiaodao sitting on a sheepskin raft and waving his hand vigorously, Mr. Mu's heart warmed. I didn't expect this young man to be a righteous person, in such a dangerous situation, not everyone has the courage to stay and wait for themselves, you need to know that for their own strength, Zhang Xiaodao is not clear, if he is defeated in the hands of the ironclad beast, this young man will be a dead end if he stays. A long vine flew out and pulled Zhang Xiaodao up, and the ironclad beast rushed ashore and ran towards Shajiadian with a rumbling pace.

Along the way, Mr. Mu deliberately picked up some deserted mountain roads to travel, but when he landed on the shore, he still shocked the nearby people. Fortunately, Zhang Xiaodao's house lived close to the edge of the town, so it didn't cause too much of a sensation.

Mr. Mu took a knife to enter the yard and already felt that something was wrong, the yard was very small, but two earthen houses, in the middle of a jujube tree was hanging full of jujubes swaying in the warm wind, rustling, lining the whole yard is quiet. When Mr. Mu left, he had already asked Mu Xiaohua to come here to take care of the leaves, he always felt that the brother and sister would be in danger, and now he returned safely with a knife, but Mu Xiaohua and Ye Zi were gone.

Mr. Mu saw that the furnishings in the yard were very neat, and it didn't look like he had done anything with people, and he thought that Mu Xiaohua had gone out temporarily with leaves, but Zhang Xiaodao knew that before he came back safely, his sister would be at home anyway, which was a tacit understanding between the two of them for many years.

Zhang Xiaodao went from house to house like crazy, but no, the young man was really panicked this time, where could Ye Zi go? He had no clue at all, could it be that Zhou Papi had made a move in advance? Zhang Xiaodao rushed to the firewood room and was about to leave with a sharp firewood knife, but was stopped by Mr. Mu. He saw a bird, a bird with a long blue tail with a green beak and red feathers, for this bird, Mr. Mu was too familiar with this bird, and his sister often played with this bird over the years, it was his sister's spirit hornbill.

The bird was very psychic, and when it saw Mr. Mu, it flapped its wings and flew up, and flew around Mr. Mu a few times, and its cry was quite eager. Mr. Mu knew that something had happened to Mu Xiaohua, his eyes were already scarlet, Zhang Xiaodao was standing beside Mr. Mu, he had never felt such cold and fear, it seemed that the person standing next to him was no longer the gentle young man before, but the god of death, the god of death from the Nine Shadows, he had no human emotions, he only came to harvest life. At this moment, Zhang Xiaodao was much more sober, and when he saw that Mr. Mu walked out without saying a word, he was afraid that Mr. Mu would lose, so he hurriedly followed.

Mr. Mu didn't pay attention to the boy who was following him, his mind was now all about the bird, which he knew would lead him to his sister. Zhang Xiaodao saw that Mr. Mu was walking faster and faster, and he could keep up with him at first, but he was gradually falling farther and farther, Zhang Xiaodao heard the rumbling footsteps behind him, and knew that the ironclad beast was behind him, so he quickly turned around and climbed the thick thighs of the ironclad beast, and climbed the back of the ironclad beast like a tree.

One man and one beast rushed forward wildly, not caring who was disturbed, and many of the vendors along the road were unlucky, screaming in horror, seeing their stalls being torn apart by the giant beast, but no one dared to say a word.

Follow the birds all the way to fly, fly from the west of the city to the east of the city, in front of a courtyard, white walls and black tiles, scattered around a little green bamboo, look very leisurely and quiet, there is a plaque hanging on the black gate, on which are written two words "Yanfu".

In the Tianlong Empire, the people who can hang such a plaque on the family house are all famous and famous, even if the imperial court is about to catch such a person, they have to restrain their actions, but Mr. Mu didn't, and the ironclad beast didn't, boom, and the entire gate, along with the doorposts on both sides, and the courtyard wall were smashed into a mess in a cloud of dust.

Mr. Mu stepped into the courtyard with one foot, and there were already many men dressed as family members around him, each holding a glittering long sword in his hand, and a dozen pairs of eyes staring at a man and a beast without blinking, but he did not make a move, obviously waiting for someone's order.