Unless the battle ends, the golden thread cannot be penetrated.

"Mu Ruge, let me see your Emperor-killing Sword."

Zhang Yu pointed at Mu Ruge with the oil-paper umbrella in his hand.

"You... are you worthy enough to unsheath my sword?"

After saying that, Mu Ruge's figure disappeared, but a strong wind suddenly rose in the sky.

Zhang Yu was surrounded by black mist, and he looked intently, trying to find Mu Ruge.

The palace master said that when the speed is extremely fast, it is difficult to catch it with the naked eye.

Qingge sat on Ji Yue's lap, pursed her lips and looked at Jinlu. She saw it. It was so fast that Zhang Yu couldn't dodge it.

"Are you looking for me?"

Behind Zhang Yu, a ghostly voice sounded.

When Zhang Yu turned around, the oil-paper umbrella closed like a sword stabbing at the elusive Mu Ruge.

Mu Ruge held an oil-paper umbrella in one hand, and turned her other hand into an iron claw to attack the left side of Zhang Yu's chest.

Breaking open the flesh, reaching straight in, clasping the heart with five fingers, applying force suddenly, it shattered into blood! Zhang Yu's eyes were about to burst, his lips were bleeding, and he looked at Mu Ruge in disbelief.

"go to hell."

Mu Ruge murmured in a low voice, "Disgusting thing."

When she stretched out her hand, blood spurted out from the hole.
Chapter completed!