Like a butterfly fluttering its wings and swaying in the wind from the flowers in spring, the fluttering garment drew a beautiful arc in the air, which happened to be in front of the silver needle.

From this moment on, the silver needle began to be completely inadvancing, and was directly blocked in place.

This scene is really funny, the corners of the clothes that should have been easily pierced by the sharp silver needles seem to be as solid as gold and stone at this time, making the silver needles completely gone.

And in the next second, that corner of the robe was directly reversed. So, in the helpless gaze of a certain eunuch, the silver needle that shimmered with cold light was rolled up by Mu Xiaojiu's clothes and got out of his control.

The most helpless thing is not the eunuch who lost the silver needle, but the many remaining eunuchs.

The silk threads shot out of their hands directly slipped away one by one the moment they touched the corners of Mu Xiaojiu's clothes, or they wrapped around a certain piece of the clothes, and then returned with the deformation of the clothes.

The qi of these silk threads is pulled by the silver needle

It is precisely because of the mutual traction between the qi engines that the silver needle will exert far more power than usual, and those silk threads can be accurately wound towards the target. In the expectations of these eunuchs, originally, Mu Xiaojiu should have used his fingers to block the silver needle, and no matter how bad it was, he had to use sword qi.

No one expected that Mu Xiaojiu suddenly blocked the silver needle with a corner of his clothes behind him, and before he could completely cut off the qi pulled on top of the silver needle, he rolled the silver needle below.

But helplessly, it's just that he has not made the slightest achievement in this move.

Strictly speaking, these eunuchs should be considered a mixed blessing at this time.

Worried, needless to say, from the time they shot to the present, a group of them surrounded Mu Xiaojiu, not only did they not get any benefits, they didn't hurt Mu Xiaojiu at all, but they also seemed to have been abolished by Mu Xiaojiu Guo Jing.

Xi, but it was Xi Mu Xiaojiu who was happy When facing their move, he finally did not use his strength to break the trick, but chose to deal with it in a certain way.

They didn't know if it was because Mu Xiaojiu's state had fallen after using too much True Qi, and they didn't know if it was because Mu Xiaojiu had no way to break the trick with this kind of strength attack, but this didn't prevent them from making a guess that was biased in favor of themselves.

Otherwise, they really don't have the confidence to continue pestering.

Mu Xiaojiu naturally didn't understand, and he was not in the mood to care about the mental journey of these people, he didn't even bother to look at Guo Jing in front of him, who was only one step and a half away from him at most, and he was still kneeling on the ground with a miserable look, from beginning to end, his goal has always been very clear, that is, the little emperor.

So he took another step forward.

Guo Jing really has no ability to fight back.

Strictly speaking, let alone fighting back, it is a question whether Guo Jing still has the ability to get up from the ground and walk out of this hall.

Even if he has Zhuge Zheng's half of the brocade body, it doesn't mean that he can completely ignore the injury. After all, even if it is half a Jinqigong, there is an upper limit.

What's more, his injuries are not simple external injuries. The gust of wind that passed through his body not only left countless wounds on his body, but also blew directly into his skin, flesh, bones and blood, hurting his internal organs and meridians.

Mu Xiaojiu, who had also studied half of Duan Jin, knew very well that unless there was some divine doctor or peerless master who would sort out his meridians and regulate his qi and blood within three days, otherwise, in the past half a month, he would not think about any other big moves.

But because of this, Guo Jing did something that surprised Mu Xiaojiu.

At the moment when Mu Xiaojiu raised his foot, Guo Jing actually gave up maintaining the posture of kneeling on one knee, and directly "poofed" and fell to the ground.

And he, taking this opportunity, sent his body to Mu Xiaojiu's feet.

In the main hall, except for Cai Jing, a bad old man who doesn't know martial arts at all, everyone can see that Guo Jing is not because he can't hold it anymore, but on purpose.

It's just that no one can figure out what kind of thinking it is to send his defenseless body to the feet of the enemy.

Mu Xiaojiu's feet naturally couldn't step on Guo Jing's body, and similarly, he didn't want to step over Guo Jing's body.

Therefore, Mu Xiaojiu took back this step.

From the moment he stepped into the main hall, for the first time, Mu Xiaojiu's forward steps were stopped.

"Wooden ...... Wood Prince...... Uncle said you are a good person...... I promise...... I promised my uncle...... Protect your ...... His Majesty...... Your Majesty...... Can...... You...... Can you not kill Your Majesty......"

Guo Jing's voice kept trembling, obviously at this moment, he was suffering a lot.

But he still let his body fall to the ground, wanting to rely on his flesh and blood, regardless of the pain, to stop Mu Xiaojiu and say what he wanted to say.

In this kind of situation where he has been so seriously injured, Guo Jing still did it without hesitation.

Mu Xiaojiu lowered his head, glanced at Guo Jing who was lying on the ground, and suddenly lost a smile.

Thinking about the group of people around him, he suddenly had the feeling that he seemed to be a big villain.

But so what?

Guo Jing is a man who weighs more than a thousand gold.

But who doesn't have their own insistence?

"Noise." Mu Xiaojiu spit out two words in a cold voice, and with a slight wave of his robe sleeves, Guo Jing was directly swept aside by him out of thin air.

It's just that at the moment when Guo Jing's body was about to hit a pillar in the main hall, Mu Xiaojiu withdrew his sleeve.

Guo Jing was also spared the pain of flesh and skin.

And after seeing this scene, Xu Ziqing and a few big eunuchs with bright brains suddenly seemed to think of something, and their expressions changed.

Mu Xiaojiu's next step was finally a step.

It's still a common step.

The mood towards the enemy is completely different.

Xu Ziqing and Xiaolongnu swung their swords again, but in the sword moves that the two of them joined hands for, the killing intent decreased sharply again.

Those eunuchs also changed their tactics again, but the spirit of seeing death as if they were at home was only superficial and powerful.

Cai Jing sighed softly, lowered his head and poured himself a glass of wine, then poured wine into a cup next to him, and pushed it in the direction of Nie Feng.

Nie Feng was stunned for a moment, not understanding why Cai Jing suddenly poured himself a glass of wine, but he also understood that Cai Jing probably didn't need him to guard there like before.

Therefore, he carried the knife and only paid attention to the battle situation over there, but the person walked directly to Cai Jing.

To be honest, he was a little curious about what the hell was going on.