The three sides besieged, Yang Mu did not retreat but advanced. He turned his hand and the woman's foot was tightly grasped by him, and then he lifted it up and pushed it forward with force. The woman immediately slid backward, and her other foot shaved all the way up on the ground.

If you keep this position still, it will be too bloody!

Because the woman's thighs were raised a little, the white underwear became tighter, and the black bush became more conspicuous, and several of them appeared next to the underwear.

The child couldn't help it, and the nosebleed was gushed out again. He was afraid that the woman would find out, so he threw a knife at him, so he quickly blocked his nostrils with his hands.

But the woman didn't have the heart to care about why the little brat kept bleeding. She was trying hard to put her feet down from Yang Mu's hands. To be honest, it was very tiring to keep carrying this way.

Fortunately, the fat man and the Japanese samurai rushed up in time. The woman took the opportunity to throw a dagger at Yang Mu. Yang Mu had to dodge sideways and reveal the woman's white, tender and smooth legs.

The woman staggered back and forth, not daring to make a quick move. The snow-white legs that were caught by poplar wood left five very clear purple bruises.

As soon as she let go of the woman, Yang Mu had a soft sword shining with a cold light in her hand.

When the fat man saw the sudden flash of cold light, he had not had time to retreat, and there was a deep bloody mouth on his left arm. The heavy mace in his hand almost couldn't hold it and threw it away.

Seeing that the fat man was injured, the Japanese warrior quickly swung his sword to face the soft sword in Yang Mu's hand. The Japanese's new Yinliu sword technique was quite superb, with a very sharp sword force, and each move was an extremely vicious killing move.

Yang Mu did not take the Japanese samurai's samurai sword seriously at all, and he avoided his offensive lightly, and said with disdain: "Hmph! But that's all, the realm of Chinese swordsmanship is not something you can achieve in the island swordsmanship, which is "drawing tigers and skins hard to draw bones". Now let you see the real Chinese swordsmanship."

The Japanese samurai was about to refute when she heard Yang Mu’s sword technique that humiliated him, but she had no time to refute. She saw a terrifying cold light floating in front of her eyes, and then she felt a chill of her neck, and a bright red liquid immediately burst out, and his body slowly collapsed.

The fat man and the woman looked at the Japanese samurai who were lying on the ground and bleeding their necks, and their expressions became even more serious.

At this time, Yang Taisui and the man in the Tang suit next to him had a big battle. Although the battle situation was not as bloody as the one here, it was also very fierce. Although Yang Taisui's Tai Chi had already been perfect, Wing Chun, a man in the Tang suit, had at least twenty years of immersion. The upper, middle, and lower three hands were well-prepared for attack and defense, and the hard and soft progressed, and the fighting was very good like a master of Wing Chun. In addition, the big guy's Israeli fighting technique was also very fierce, with simple movements but vicious moves.

Yang Taisui's hand Tai Chi is a big hit. Although the boxing technique and experience are better than the two, two fists are hard to beat four, so the three of them are hard to distinguish between the two.

After the Japanese samurai died in battle, the fat man and the woman on the side rushed towards Yang Mu again after being stunned.

This time the woman was very enlightened to "learning from one mistake and gaining wisdom". She did not kick out her fragrant white legs. Instead, she held a dagger in her right hand and gritted her teeth and stabbed her hard at the heart of Yangmu. Just when the dagger in her right hand was about to stab her, her left hand suddenly raised and a three-inch-long flying knife shot straight into Yangmu's eyebrows.

"A trick of carving insects!" Yang Mu sneered disdainfully, a sword flower danced out of the soft sword in his hand. The flying knife instantly turned into countless pieces of broken iron and fell down, and then pushed the sword away from the woman's dagger. Then a mysterious step avoided the fat man's mace. The sword in his hand stabbed three more moves in the blink of an eye, first stabbed, then picked, and then slashed, and one of the fat man's left hand cut off with his wrist.

"Ah!" The fat man screamed, and immediately threw away the mace in his right hand and held the hand that was blood-like like a fountain. His face was pale, his expression was painful and distorted.

Looking at Yang Mu, who lost two companions in a row, the woman couldn't help but feel a little scared: It seems that she really underestimated this opponent. But in this way, how can she defeat the opponent at this time?

Victory is invincible.

Just when the woman was desperate to rush over and burn her with jade, the man in Tang suit who was fighting Yang Taisui on the side suddenly threw something at Yang Mu.

The woman was surprised to see the thing flying towards the poplar wood.

Yang Mu saw a hidden weapon flying over and was about to swing his sword to stop him, but when he saw clearly what was flying over, he quickly withdrew his sword and took it with his hands.

I received a pencil.

A pencil with the words "I love dad" engraved in the tender handwriting.

"How did you do him?" Yang Mu's expression looked extremely ferocious because he was too angry, and his blood-red eyes stared at the woman in front of him coldly.

"Who are you referring to?" The woman looked at Yang Mu, who was crazy and confused. She didn't understand why Yang Mu turned out like this after seeing the pencil.

"I'll ask again, what did you do to him?" Yang Mu's eyes became even colder, and a strong murderous aura appeared on his body, which made the woman almost collapsed to the ground.

At this time, the man in Tang costume next to him smiled sinisterly: "Yang Mu, if you don't want him to die, come and help us kill Yang Taisui. Otherwise, you can wait to collect his body!"

"I want to kill you!" Yang Mu roared hysterically, with murderous intent all over his body.

Looking at the poplar wood holding the cold light and soft sword in front of me, the woman seemed to see the god of death holding a sickle, and a sense of fear that I had lost my life surged endlessly.

"Swish" a cold light flashed, and the woman felt a chill in her chest, and the soft sword had penetrated deeply into her heart. The bright red blood gushed out like a mountain spring, dyeing the snow-white breasts half exposed outside the black tight T-shirt brightly red.

Yang Mu looked at the woman who slowly closed her eyes. There was no trace of pity in his eyes, only a blazing anger and deep hatred. After the woman fell, he immediately drew his sword and slashed at the fat man. The fat man with one hand had no ability to resist and was cut off his throat by a sword.

Looking at the two people killing one after another, there was only the hatred of the poplar wood that was too thick to melt in his eyes. The man in the Tang suit knew that the owner gave him the pencil, and asked him to give it to the poplar wood at a critical moment, not to save him, but to kill him. The pencil was the reverse scale of the poplar wood, but he stroked the reverse scale without knowing it. His life is not long!

Just when the man in the Tang suit was regretting, Yang Mu's soft sword had already stabbed in front of him, and he had to put down Yang Taisui and come to fight Yang Mu. However, facing the crazy Yang Mu, he basically had to dodge in a mess and had no power to fight back.

Although Yang Mu was crazy at this moment, his martial arts were stronger than usual, and his body and swordsmanship had almost reached the highest level.

The man in the Tang suit only felt that Yang Mu's figure and sword shadows were everywhere in front of him. When he saw a figure clearly that it was Yang Mu's real body and rushed away with animal power, he never thought that it was just a afterimage left by Yang Mu, and Yang Mu's real body was already standing behind him. When he found out that something was wrong, he turned around in a hurry, but it was too late. The sword had pierced into his heart from his back.

At this time, the big guy who was fighting against Yang Taisui was already at a disadvantage because he lacked the Tang suit. Yang Taisui "bends the tiger with a bow" and the big guy was shot and hit a big tree and fell down. After spitting out a mouthful of blood, he could never get up again.

Yang Mu drew the sword from the man in Tang suit and immediately rushed towards the big guy who couldn't move. He raised his sword and fell, and the sword that had killed four people in less than half an hour had already pierced the big guy's abdomen.

"Don't draw the sword, I have something to say." The big guy shouted, spitting blood bubbles in his mouth.

"You have watched too many tmd martial arts dramas! You actually used this trick to delay time. Are you others who want to wait for someone to save you?" The little boy walked over with a sly smile on his face and mocked the big guy.

When the big guy saw the little boy coming over, he was really about to draw the sword from him. He grabbed the sword with both hands and begged: "I really have something to say. Someone brings a word to tell me that I must pass it to Yang Mu."

"What do that beast wants you to say!" Yang Taisui suddenly roared.

The big guy looked at Yang Taisui in surprise for a while before smiling bitterly: "So Taisui has guessed our master?"

Yang Taisui raised a sneer on the corner of his mouth and said disdainfully: "Even Tang Zhan has been sent, I don't know who wants to harm us. Do you think I'm dead?"

"Grandpa! Who wants to kill us?" the child ran over and asked anxiously.

Yang Taisui gently stroked the child's head, but did not answer the child's question, but looked at Yang Mu with an unusually earnest look and said, "Mu Tou, Uncle Yang asked you to promise me something."

Yang Mu looked at Yang Taisui in surprise and responded nervously: "Uncle Yang has any questions, just give him instructions. As long as Yang Mu can do it, he will die even if he goes through fire and water!"

Yang Taisui nodded slightly, but did not immediately say that Yang Mu would promise him anything. He just asked the big guy indifferently: "Tell me, what do that beast wants you to spread?"

The big guy glanced at Yang Mu, then replied in a very unclear way: "Young Master said that if the master and the young master do not die, Yang Mu's wife and children will sink into the Huangpu River."

Yang Mu pulled out the sword with force and roared angrily: "What is worse than beasts, can you do this thing to kill the father and butcher? I'm going to kill him!"

Yang Taisui looked at Yang Mu with red eyes and asked calmly: "Can you kill him?"

Yang Mu replied with a painful expression: "I can't kill you, at worst I can hand over this life to him!"

"What about your wife and children?" Yang Taisui asked.

"But……"

Two lines of tears fell silently from Yang Mu's eyes. He thought of his eight-year-old son and the woman he loved the most, and his heart felt like it was torn apart, making him feel in pain. At this moment, he didn't have the idea of ​​killing Yang Taisui to protect his son and wife.

"Do you know what I wanted to ask you just now?" Yang Taisui asked calmly.

"What does Uncle Yang mean?" Yang Mu asked in confusion.

"Kill me to replace your wife and children, but please let Fan'er go." Yang Taisui looked at Yang Mu with sincere eyes and said.

Yang Mu stared at Yang Taisui's eyes without blinking, as if he was inquiring, as if he was fighting, as if he was hesitating, as if he was suffering. After a long time, he finally nodded helplessly.

"Uncle Mu, do you really want to kill my grandfather?" The child looked at Yang Mu nervously and asked.

Yang Mu did not answer the child's question, and his expression was so tragic that he was a little indifferent.

"Fan'er." Yang Taisui called out a little child gently, looked at the last ray of light in the sky, and then said in an extremely cold tone: "This world is very realistic, cruel, and complicated. For the sake of benefit, many people can sell their morality, feelings, or even their conscience. Classmates, friends, relatives and everyone around them can sacrifice it, which are tools that can be used. So you must remember one sentence, 'I would rather let me betray the world, than let the world let me betray me'!"
Chapter completed!