After Mu Wushuang's injuries were a little better, he immediately reached out and pressed Su Xiaoyu on the shoulder, pulling her into his arms. Zhang Tingye glanced at Mu Wushuang hatefully, Mu Wushuang deliberately ignored Zhang Tingye, but shouted at Li Yu: "Aman, Xiaoyu will be handed over to you first, you must be optimistic about her!" Li Yu saw Yang Tiantai, Liu Manmang and Wang Xiaoru fighting, so he forcibly suppressed the fear in his heart, rushed to Mu Wushuang's side quickly, and took Su Xiaoyu breathlessly. Su Xiaoyu's body was weak, and he was naturally stunned by Wang Xiaoru's ghostly roar. Li Aman took Su Xiaoyu and slowly retreated for more than ten battles before stopping.

Wang Xiaoru was bare-handed, although she was one against two, she was also more than capable of advancing and retreating, and did not fall behind at all. Yang Tiantai and Liu Manmang naturally knew that Wang Xiaoru did not immediately solve their intentions, but looked at their martial arts. Therefore, both of them had a gloomy face, and without saying a word, they gave full play to the sword and martial arts of the master. Wang Xiaoru forced Liu Manmang away with one palm, and suddenly felt that the wind behind him was loud, and he reflexively punched out. It's just that as soon as Wang Xiaoru turned around, he felt that the situation was wrong: the opponent's sword blade was as cold and bright as a star, the sword body was as simple as a dragon, and the blue runes pulled out a long blue line and galloped over.

"Juluo sword! Good boy!" Wang Xiaoru was suddenly shocked: Juluo sword is no better than ordinary iron in the world, and it is injured when it is rubbed. However, Wang Xiaoru immediately regained her composure, her body twisted slightly between the calcium carbide sparks, and her arms rose to dodge the sword body of the sentence. Mu Wushuang could only watch the sentence fall sword rubbing against Wang Xiaoru's chest. Wang Xiaoru floated a sneer, and punched Mu Wushuang's shoulder, and Mu Wushuang immediately retreated again and again. Wang Xiaoru snorted and said, "Little cub, I almost fell in your way!" 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 sentence falling sword all attacked Wang Xiaoru's body. Wang Xiaoru unhurriedly lowered her body and got under Yang Tiantai's arm, and then leaned out her right foot and tripped Liu Manmang and stumbled.

Mu Wushuang saw Liu Manmang crashing towards the sword blade, and hurriedly forcibly withdrew the sentence falling sword so that Liu Manmang was not injured by mistake. Wang Xiaoru had just stood up, and suddenly heard the strong wind behind her, and she didn't turn her head back and slapped her backhand. After the two palms intersected, the visitor suddenly took a step back. "Hmm, Tiangang's hand, yes, it's not worse than Zhang Xiuwen'er!" Wang Xiaoru turned around and looked at the person who attacked her—standing in front of her was Li Tianmu. "At such an age, with such skills, could it be the eight-armed Yama Li Tianmu?" Wang Xiaoru asked slowly. Li Tianmu took a deep breath: "It was here that Li Tianmu met his predecessors. Wang Xiaoru nodded, raised her left hand and said, "You and that Zhang Xiuwen'er are half a catty." But you all have injuries on your bodies now, and it's good to be able to bully five feet behind the old decay. ”

Li Tianmu was silent for a moment and said, "Why are the seniors so forced?" Wang Xiaoru laughed and said: "The weak eat the strong, don't you understand! This little demon at the bottom of the lake is very helpful to the old man's practice." When everyone heard this, they all showed complicated expressions, and Lu Xianping's bloodshot eyes widened. Li Shuanghua is also a monster who has practiced Taoism for five or six hundred years, and Wang Xiaoru may have only one purpose for her: the demon pill in her body. Mu Wushuang didn't say a word when he heard this, and raised his sword to slash at the top of Wang Xiaoru's head. Wang Xiaoru didn't look back, stretched his waist and kicked behind him, kicking on Mu Wushuang's dantian. Mu Wushuang snorted, flew diagonally and fell to the ground, motionless for a long time.

Zhang Xiuwen took a deep breath, took a step and used the Debut Demon Fist, and hit Wang Xiaoru's right flank. This Zun Fu Demon Fist is an introductory kung fu on the rivers and lakes, easy to understand, basically belongs to exercises such as physical fitness, almost everyone on the rivers and lakes can do it, so few people use this set of boxing techniques when they are moving. However, Zhang Xiuwen came out, but he was not an ordinary Taoist martial artist. Wang Xiaoru casually stretched out her palm to catch Zhang Xiuwen's fist, and suddenly felt a strong stamina coming from Zhang Xiuwen's fist. As soon as Wang Xiaoru's eyebrows were pressed, she withdrew her right leg backwards, leaned forward and wrestled with Zhang Xiuwen. Zhang Xiuwen immediately secretly said that it was not good, Wang Xiaoru's internal force had already been taught by him just now, and his true qi was greatly damaged and his internal strength was insufficient, so it was purely tired of competing with internal strength.

Wang Xiaoru read coldly in his heart: "These guys are really more cunning than the other! It's good that you Zhang Xiuwen'er actually mixed the Purple Cultivation Elephant Ritual Skill of the Nine Sword Pavilion into the Demon Suppression Fist! If it weren't for the old internal strength, you wouldn't have to break the hand bones!" Zhang Xiuwen was already at the end of the powerful crossbow when he used the Purple Elephant Divine Skill, and seeing Wang Xiaoru's face become solemn, Zhang Xiuwen's heart was even more shocked. This Purple Cultivation Elephant Ritual Skill is the most profound internal strength of their Nine Swords Pavilion, and it is as famous as the Tianyang True Classic of Longhu Mountain and the Shaolin Yijin Sutra, and it is indestructible to practice to the highest level, but Zhang Xiuwen's current cultivation is still far behind. Zhang Xiuwen's use of the Purple Cultivation Elephant Ritual Skill is already the last fight, and if he doesn't succeed, he will become a benevolent, and now it seems that he is really going to sacrifice himself to become a benevolent.

Wang Xiaoru grabbed Zhang Xiuwen's fist and once again showed the internal strength of Baizhang's hand. Baizhang hand is to restrain the other party's muscles and blood with its own strong internal force, "Baizhang" means that the other party has nowhere to hide within Baizhang, of course, there is an exaggerated meaning in it. But Wang Xiaoru's hand did make Zhang Xiuwen unable to move, Li Tianmu had already seen Wang Xiaoru's thoughts, and immediately bit his lip and flipped his right hand, and slapped Wang Xiaoru's face with his right palm with scorching internal force. Wang Xiaoru's brows tightened: "Zhurong Eleventh Style!" Li Tianmu's right palm was red at this time, and wisps of green smoke came out of the clothes that were close to his arm. Wang Xiaoru could only hurriedly withdraw his right hand and let go of Zhang Xiuwen, Zhang Xiuwen couldn't lift his breath, and took a few steps back with a pale face, Zhang Tingye actually rushed up to support his father without hesitation. Wang Xiaoru saw that Li Tianmu's Zhurong Eleventh Style was close to him, so he buckled the middle finger of his left hand and popped out of Li Tianmu's palm. After a bang, Li Tianmu and Wang Xiaoru each took a few steps back.

At this time, Wang Xiaoru's middle finger was bent, but it was not extended, and Li Tianmu's right hand was even more blurred with flesh and blood, and Yin Yin's blood flowed down his fingers to the ground. Zhu Rong Eleven Style and Butterfly Flower Finger are both extremely powerful internal moves, but Butterfly Flower Finger is more inclined to bruise enemies from a distance, while Zhu Rong Palm is extremely powerful at close range. Li Tianmu also used his own strengths to attack Wang Xiaoru's shortcomings. But even so, Li Tianmu still didn't take half of the advantage. Yang Tiantai and Liu Manmang saw that Li Tianmu's right hand was injured and he could no longer fight, Zhang Xiuwen's true qi was exhausted, and Mu Wushuang was still lying on the ground motionless, and they all raised the weapon in their hands. Yang Tiantai raised his right arm, and after aiming the sword at Wang Xiaoru, he didn't say a word, and stabbed Wang Xiaoru in the chest with his sword. When Wang Xiaoru waited for Yang Tiantai to be in front of him, he didn't hurry to dodge Yang Tiantai's long sword sideways, and then grabbed the body of the long sword with two fingers of his right hand extremely fast, no matter how hard Yang Tiantai tried, the sword couldn't move a bit. Wang Xiaoru's fingers were intertwined, and suddenly there was a crisp sound of metal breaking-Yang Tiantai's long sword was actually sandwiched into two pieces by Wang Xiaorusheng.

Yang Tiantai gritted his teeth and said, "The senior's Yin Breaking Finger is really powerful!" Wang Xiaoru snorted, with a smug look in her eyes. Wang Xiaoru's move to break the yin finger was originally used to deal with hidden weapons, but as Wang Xiaoru's martial arts became higher and higher, she simply developed this trick to deal with any weapon, from a spear and a 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? actually took the lead in confronting the old decay, it is really his heart to be punished!" After saying that, Wang Xiaoru suddenly split out with a palm, and Yang Tiantai saw that there was nowhere to hide, so he had no choice but to raise his right arm to block Wang Xiaoru's right palm. Just as Wang Xiaoru was about to succeed, an eagle roar suddenly sounded overhead, and the long whip like a black snake smashed into her Heavenly Spirit Gai with the momentum of opening mountains and splitting the ground. Wang Xiaoru's heart froze, and she turned over to avoid the long whip.

Wang Xiaoru came back to her senses and looked at it, and the sudden long whip was actually hanging in the air like a snake, no more than a foot away from the top of Yang Tiantai's head. Yang Tiantai looked at the owner of the whip, the eagle demon Luo Rui, in a cold sweat, at this time Luo Rui's expression was quiet and terrifying, only the emerald eyes glowed with a terrifying luster in the dark. Wang Xiaoru couldn't help but feel nervous, she had long seen that Luo Rui was not a human or a demon, but the murderous aura on her body was extremely weird, so she naturally had been wary of her for a long time. Although Wang Xiaoru doesn't know Luo Rui's details, looking at her figure and appearance, she is very similar to the legendary Western Realm Demon Clan. It's just that in the Eastern Plains, after the Kunlun War, the demon clan should have disappeared.