When he threw the knives, he didn't think of them as throwing knives, but as two short swords. He also used the broken soldier path to make the benefits of the flying knife far better than before.

The two riders were still looking around, when they suddenly felt a fresh breeze blowing in front of them, and they had fallen to their deaths.

Shen Zhuoyu's ten fingers flew over, and four more flying knives shot out, and four more people fell off their horses.

Throwing it out like this, the riders finally judged the direction of the sneak attacker, only to hear a shout, a group of horses neighing, and another shout, and everyone chased after Shen Zhuoyu.

Shen Zhuoyu thought as he galloped: Silly Cai Xiao, how can these armored riders really be afraid of one or two flying knives?

It turned out that these people stopped not because they were afraid, but because they did not know the direction. Shen Zhuoyu even cast the flying knife to help them determine this direction. In this way, he was able to successfully lure these people elsewhere.

Shen Zhuoyu ran with all his might, and the speed was also terrifying, and after a while, when he looked back, a large number of riders with torches were still chasing after him.

At this time, he was overjoyed in his heart, hoping that the farther away he would lead these people, the more time Su Caixiao would have to escape.

At this moment, a shout came from among the pursuers: "Yu'er! Uncle is here, don't run anymore!"

Rumble!

Shen Zhuoyu's head seemed to explode suddenly, and his feet stopped unconsciously, standing on the spot.

"It's Shen Mu...... It's Shen Mu...... It's Shen Mu!!"

He had dreamed of slashing Shen Mu, but when he heard this extremely familiar voice at this time, how could he still keep calm?

In just a few breaths, the riders were already in the driver's seat.

Shen Zhuoyu had long forgotten his previous plan, and his lips were trembling violently from overexcitement. Everything around him seemed to have nothing to do with him anymore, but he slowly untied the sword box on his back, slowly opened it, and pulled out the dark and cracked long sword.

The riders had already been ordered to kill this man when they saw him.

Without hesitation, there was a sonorous sound, and they all drew out their long knives, and the sharp blades all slashed towards Shen Zhuoyu.

They all agreed, and they all turned around with one thought: if they were the first to kill this person, they would definitely be able to make a great achievement!

This belief made them extremely excited, and their combat power was far beyond usual, and with the power of the war horse, the strength on the blade was more than a hundred catties?

Just when their blood was boiling, they saw Shen Zhuoyu suddenly raise his head and let out a wolf-like roar towards the endless night sky: "Shen Mu, get out of here!"

This voice was infused with all his cultivation, and several riders wanted to cut off the man's head first, but they were already too close, and suddenly the ear drum thumped, and then a sharp pain came, and no longer a sound could be heard, and he was deaf.

Shen Zhuoyu's eyes were vain, and the snow hatred in his hand seemed to be inspired, and the blood lines suddenly lit up.

Laugh at!

Snow hatred swept straight through, and a blood-red half-arc lit up in the air, and before several riders could react, they were already in different places.

"Shen Mu, get out of here!" Shen Zhuoyu roared again, stepping a little lower, his body was more than two feet high, and he crossed several ownerless horses.

Everyone shouted in unison, but they saw that the snow hatred was in the air, sharp and difficult, and everywhere they passed, no matter people, animals, or weapons, they were all cut in two, and blood was sprinkled all over the sky.

Shen Mu sat upright on the horse, his eyes squinted at the slit, even though he was ten zhang away, and there were more than thirty people in the middle, he still felt murderous and rushed to his face.

"Is this killing god really Yu'er?" he couldn't help but doubt, just because the current Shen Zhuoyu was completely incompatible with the noisy child in his memory. If it weren't for the sharp increase in his cultivation over the years, I am afraid that he would have been intimidated by this momentum at this time.

At this time, the riders kept falling off their horses, the forest was filled with blood mist, Shen Zhuoyu stepped forward step by step, and there was no enemy under him, at this moment, there was only one thought left in his heart: kill Shen Mu and avenge his father.

And the originally bleak snow hatred drank human blood, and finally shined with a strange glory, accompanied by a ghostly howl, constantly harvesting human lives.

Seeing this tragic situation, everyone looked at Shen Zhuoyu's eyes with fear, and they no longer had the intention of grabbing merit before, and even faintly retreated.

"This son is just relying on the advantage of weapons, thinking of hundreds of people, can it be intimidated by him alone?" Shen Mu snorted coldly and shouted loudly: "If anyone takes a step back, the old man will make him worse than dead." If you don't kill this person quickly, the one who takes the head first will be rewarded with a thousand taels of silver!"

When everyone heard this, their hearts were shocked, and they hurriedly reined in the retreating horses. They have been working in the Shen Mansion for a long time, and they know that Shen Mu has always been resolute and ruthless, and if he retreats, he will definitely have no vitality. In this case, it is better to take the risk, if you are lucky enough to grab the head, and earn enough money in a few lifetimes, wouldn't you be happy?

Thinking about it like this, he was bold, and I don't know who was the first to shout: "He has two hands alone, and he can still beat our hundred pairs of fists?"

Another person responded: "That's right, the knife cut him down, whoever grabs it quickly will be the head!"

While speaking, one person finally couldn't hold back anymore and rushed forward first. At this moment, it was as if a gap had been broken in the embankment, and everyone's emotions exploded instantly.

For a while, the shouts of killing sounded like an earthquake in the sky, and everyone waved their weapons and rode their horses together, like a flood that burst the embankment, trying to swallow everything into their stomachs.

Shen Zhuoyu had long been carried away by hatred, and in the face of such a formation, he still faced it head-on, but the enemies came from all directions and in a steady stream, even if he hated it, it was too late to kill.

He had just turned out to be alone, and the latter was slashing again, and so on, without even a respite. After a long time, he also felt that his breath was short, his hands and feet were sore, and he forced back several horses with a sword, and jumped back in a hurry, but three or five long knives came together with the momentum, forcing him to take three steps back.

He retreated again and again, and anyone could see that he was fast to the limit, as if a thousand taels were in front of him, and everyone was more and more scrambling to pounce. Shen Zhuoyu hurriedly parried and killed several people, but the sea of air was empty, and he was really powerless.

Seeing this, Shen Mu smiled coldly: "Yu'er, you are too tender after all, with this ability, how can you avenge your father?"

It turned out that from the very beginning, his earth-shattering palm power had already begun to accumulate, and when everyone exhausted Shen Zhuoyu's remaining strength, he used his strongest palm power to slap the weakest Shen Zhuoyu.

This is Shen Mu's mind, he has always sought stability, and will do whatever it takes to win.

Hundreds of dead and wounded men, but in exchange for the best time, and this time has come!

Shen Zhuoyu fought and retreated, gradually regaining consciousness, knowing that if he wanted to take revenge today, it would be very difficult, so he had to retreat for the time being. The right hand holding the sword trembled faintly, and reluctantly cut the three of them over, and was about to turn around and escape, but heard Shen Mu roar: "After today, Shen Yueting will have no descendants!"

Shen Zhuoyu was stunned when he heard this, and looked up, Shen Mu stepped on many riders, and the breath on his palms condensed like substance, just like Mount Tai collapsed, pressing straight towards him.