Rules of the Martial World, Duel (3)
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"Ah!"
The pale-faced Mu Jiuri let out a miserable cry, causing Wu Tu to laugh out loud.
Zhou Zhiru, who was laughing loudly, was about to let his third brother cut off Mu Jiuri's hand when he suddenly saw his third brother's head fly up.
"Someone is ambushing us!"
Zhou Zhiru shouted as he struck out with his palm. The Yin Wind Chimes on his wrist also released a burst of sound waves.
The moment he heard Zhou Zhiru's shout, Jia Xiaobo instinctively protected his vital points. In the next second, he felt a sword stabbing into his heart.
At the same time, there was also an extremely powerful lightning power that made him unable to move for a moment.
Just as Zhou Zhiru was about to go and support Jia Xiaobo, Mu Jiuri, who had been lying on the ground, suddenly jumped up. His two legs, which had just been cut off, had already recovered.