In desperation, Wu Sangui could only barely turn to the side to avoid the vital position and was stabbed by the sharp blade. As soon as he turned sideways, the short blade suddenly stabbed his left shoulder. The blade penetrated into the flesh for nearly half of it. The severe pain made him scream in pain.

Before Zu Kefa could pull out the short blade, Wu Sangui was anxious and made a knife to slash his right palm. Zu Kefa's right arm suddenly drooped softly like noodles, but the short blade was inserted into Wu Sangui's body.

Zu Zeyuan, who was holding his legs, suddenly opened his mouth and bit Wu Sangui's calf. Wu Sangui was in pain again and was angry. Taking advantage of Zu Kefa's temporary weakness, Wu Sangui endured the severe pain and pulled out the short blade inserted on his left shoulder. A large thigh of blood rushed out from the wound, and soon dyed half of his robe red.

At this time, he still did not completely lose his mind. He held the blade and stabbed it downwards behind his hand. Zu Zeyuan, who was half lying on him, was also injured on his shoulder. After screaming in pain, he let go of his arms. Wu Sangui finally broke free from the constraints.

He stared at Zu Kefa, who was panting in front of him, his eyes were red, and his blood was flowing continuously on his body, and his voice slowly said: "Zu Laowu, the grudge between you and me will be eliminated from now on. When we meet again next time, we will be enemies! If anyone dares to stop me again today, don't blame my subordinates for being ruthless!"

After Wu Sangui said that, he threw out the short blade in his hand. After a slight sound, the short blade was inserted into the carved window frame, and the blade was still swaying slightly.

Although Zu Kefa hated Wu Sangui in front of him very much, he knew that he was powerless to fight again. Wu Sangui's bravery was indeed unmatched, and the three of them were all people who had lost their lives on the battlefield. Unexpectedly, they were no match for each other when they joined forces.

Wu Sangui thorned off the left sleeve, revealing the wound with blood flowing. He used the torn sleeve to tightly wrap the wound and stopped the blood that was gushing out. After that, he didn't even look at Zu Kefa and Zu Zeyuan on the ground, and held his left shoulder and strode out of the banquet hall.

Zu Zehong, who had already run out of the banquet hall, ran out of the yard and headed towards the front yard. His swollen mouth was covered in blood, his hair was spread out, and his robes were torn apart. His strange image was particularly eye-catching in the cheerful atmosphere of the mansion. When he met his servants and maids on the way, he was so scared that he hid aside.

Some of the personal soldiers of the Zuwu family were chatting and chatting in the second courtyard, while most of the rest were waiting for the owners to scatter their seats before returning home in the first courtyard or outside the mansion. The wide streets were full of war horses and wandering armored warriors.

Since everyone met almost often, they were chatting enthusiastically while looking for topics, bursts of laughter kept coming from the crowd.

At this moment, Zu Zehong, who was panting, rushed through the lobby and into the second yard. Seeing his embarrassed appearance, everyone in the yard was shocked.

"Sixth son! I'll tie up all the Wu family members! I'll cut them all for me if I dare to resist! I'll follow me and go to the backyard to chop off the Wu family members' boys!"

Zu Zehong's screams shocked everyone in the yard. Everyone looked at Zu Zehong with an incredible expression.

Seeing that the situation was not good, one of Wu Sangui's personal soldiers took advantage of the momentum that everyone in the yard was stunned and moved quietly to the gate against the wall. After reaching the door, they quickly turned around and left the yard, then lowered their heads and walked out of the gate.

"San Young Master! What's wrong? You sit down and rest and calm down! You are all your own brothers, so how can you turn your back? Come and call the doctor!"

Seeing this, Zu Yong, the general of Zu Dashou, gave a wink at a servant, and then quickly stepped forward to support Zu Zehong. The servant then quietly walked through the hall and ran towards the back house.

Zu Zehong waved his hand to open Zu Yong's arm, then pulled out the long sword hanging beside the personal soldiers who had heard the sound, and turned around and walked quickly to the road. Zu Liuzi hesitated for a while and still called him, and several personal soldiers were about to follow their masters.

Zu Yong was surprised and rushed in front of Zu Zehong for several steps. Before he could persuade him, Zu Zehong stared at his red eyes and shouted: "Get out of here! Otherwise, I will slash you with one knife!"

Wu Sangui's personal soldiers were very anxious when Wu Kui saw this. Although he didn't know what happened next, the situation now clearly showed that his family would suffer a big loss. This is the residence of the Zu family. No matter what happened, they would definitely be facing his family.

Just as Wu Kui was about to step forward, Wu Sangui, whose body was stained with blood, appeared at the door of the lobby.

When Zu Zehong saw Wu Sangui's blood, he saw that there was no figure of Zu Zeyuan and Zu Kefa behind him. He immediately thought that the two had died at the hands of Wu Sangui. He roared angrily and pounced on Wu Sangui with his long sword.

Zu Yong was shocked to see this, but he did not dare to intervene in the situation without knowing the truth. After all, they are all young masters of the two families. Even if Zu Daqing treats him with kindness on weekdays, he is a servant after all. He had no choice but to dodge. He knew in his heart that if he really wanted to forcibly block it, a reckless man like Zu Zehong could do anything.

Now we can only hope that the generals and masters of the back house will come out quickly, otherwise, if the situation continues to develop according to the current situation, there will be unexpected tragic events.

Wu Kui saw that his young master was standing there covered in blood, and he could not withstand the sharp blade under his bare hands. In desperation, he didn't have time to think about what happened. He pulled out his long knife and stepped forward, shouted loudly, and headed straight for Zu Zehong's back several steps away.

After a hand-to-hand combat, Wu Sangui was already exhausted. Seeing Zu Zehong slashing at his long sword, he barely moved to avoid it, but Zu Zehong immediately took the knife back after slashing the air, and then he was about to stab Wu Sangui straight.

At this time, Wu Kui, who was closest to him, was stopped by Zu Zehong's two personal soldiers, and the two sides immediately started a fight. Seeing that Wu Sangui was about to be severely injured and under the knife, Zu Yong and others on the side were unable to rescue. Suddenly, a slight sound of bowstrings passed, a long three-edged arrow flashed by with the sound of the wind, and in the right thigh of Zu Zehong, the huge impact force staggered Zu Zehong's body. With a scream, Zu Zehong threw his hand and fell to the ground.

"Young Master, here!"

Wu Chuang, a personal soldier who shot a long arrow, quickly drew out his bow and arrow and put it on the string, shouting at Wu Sangui who was more than twenty steps away.

The two Zu Zehong's personal soldiers who were fighting with Wu Kui heard the screams of their young master, and they were shocked and angry. One person raised his knife and slashed straight, while the other held the knife and slid upwards. Wu Kui couldn't dodge, so he had to raise the knife to block the knife above his head and pulled it a half step to one side. With a crisp sound, the two blades collided together. Another long knife cut the cotton armor on Wu Kui's body and cut a long hole in his ribs. A large stream of blood immediately gushed out.

Wu Kui roared in pain and slashed down like lightning. The personal soldier who had severely injured him could not dodge. The arm holding the knife was cut off from his elbow. The huge pain made him fall to the ground and roll into a tragic roar.

At this moment, Wu Sangui had already rushed to the front. He raised his foot and kicked it out. Another personal soldier who was about to raise his knife to slash again was kicked and staggered away.

Wu Sangui shouted, "Go!", and then rushed towards the gate of the courtyard.

Wu Kui endured the pain and followed the knife, and the red blood from the wound was sprinkled on the ground along his legs and feet.

Zu Liuzi had no time to chase Wu Sangui, but rushed to Zu Zehong, hurriedly helped his young master up and checked his wounds. Zu Yong also ran over and asked anxiously: "What's wrong with the third master? What's wrong with this?"
Chapter completed!