The two sides stand against each other, staring at Zhao Bo and Yehua, who are struggling so hard.

At last, the strength of Yehua was a little weak, and she lost.

Night birch back, pale face, mouth a little blood, obviously injured.

"Brother, are you ok?" Ning Shu took out the medicine bottle to a medicine. "This is the healing medicine made by elder Gu. Take it quickly."

Night birch took the medicine.

"Yehua, you are much weaker than your father. Son is not as good as father." After fighting off Yehua, Zhao Bo seemed to be quite ambitious and satisfied.

Ning Shufei went out and said, "I'm not ashamed that I'm old enough to bully the young. I rely on the old to sell the old. When I'm in the Wulin assembly, I can beat you to the bottom. Now I can also beat you to the bottom to find teeth."

"Presumptuous, do you have the right to speak here?" Zhao Bo's hair was white and his face was ugly.

Ning Shu sneered, "old man, what kind of thing."

Ningshu mobilizes the vitality of Dantian. After a period of cultivation, Ningshu's strength is stronger.

Ning Shu holds his fist, and a white almost transparent faucet appears in his fist. He growls silently. With Ning Shu's fist, the faucet becomes more ferocious.

Zhao Bo looks a little dignified, and then attacks Ningshu severely.

Ning Shu has a ferocious faucet in every fist.

Night birch saw Ning Shu's fist and picked out her eyebrows.

Every time Zhao Bo and Ning Shu's fist butt joint, they feel a strong force, shaking all over the body, even the heart is shaking pain.

Zhao Bo is lucky. His momentum is getting stronger and stronger, which makes everyone feel hard to breathe.

Especially the opposite Ning Shu, feel the pressure is especially big.

Ning Shu sneers and looks at Zhao Bo. I'm afraid that he has cultivated later.

Zhao Bo's eyes are scarlet, and his face is full of sinews like an earthworm.

Ning Shu stands in the air and releases the Qi force in his body. An invisible dragon like Qi force roars towards Zhao Bo and directly passes through Zhao Bo's body several times.

Ning Shufei passed by and clapped Zhao Bo's heart with one hand. Zhao Bo threw up his blood and flew out, bumped into the stone wall. Zhao Bo puffed out his blood.

Zhao Bo stares at Ning Shu's eyes more scarlet. The blue tendons on his face and neck will rise and fall, just like an earthworm is agitating in his skin, and he looks extraordinarily penetrating.

"Kill the demons of the demon sect for me." Zhao Bo shouted.

"Castle Lord, the devil cult is so powerful that it will lose a lot if we only fear it." One said.

"I said, call me, no one can kill me." Zhao Bo slaps his own man to death.

The man was clapped by Zhao Bo and broke his viscera. He vomited a mouthful of blood, which was full of broken viscera.

The man is no longer saved.

Others saw Zhao Bo as cruel and merciless and began to rush towards the demon sect.

"Kill..."

The two people gathered together like two waves of water and fought. After a while, the strong blood drifted out.

Many people have been injured and lost their lives. There are those who are famous and decent, and there are also those who are saints and demons.

Ning Shu watched the killing and the death of these people because of the ambition of some people.

Ning Shu saw Huimin monk sitting on the ground and reciting Buddhist scriptures in his mouth.

He was quiet and peaceful all over. He was very clean in the sound of killing.

There were many people walking in front of him, some people fell in front of him, blood splashed on his body.

His face has always been peaceful and compassionate.

Ningshu: →_ She really wants to stab this guy.

Zhao Bo rushes towards Ning Shu and Ye Hua with a roar. His expression is strange and crazy.

"You demons should die." Zhao Bo's hands hit out a strong momentum, toward Ning Shu and night birch rushed over.

Ning Shu dodged the attack and attacked Zhao Bo with Yehua. Zhao Bo was injured before. Now he is attacked by two people. It's hard for a while.

"Let me show you my strength." Zhao Bo roared and his clothes were scattered.

Zhao Bo's eyes were scarlet, and he clapped his hand to the heart of night birch, who was vomiting blood and retreating.

Ning Shu releases the dragon shaped Qi. The Dragon wears Zhao Bo's body, and Zhao Bo spits out a mouthful of blood, but his momentum is getting stronger and stronger.

His eyes were a little slack.

"He's gone mad." Said the night birch, covering her heart.

Ning Shu:

It's more powerful to be possessed.

I feel like a neurotic, running fast.

The dragon's Qi continuously passes through Zhao Bo's body. Zhao Bo spits blood at his mouth, but bravely rushes towards nightbirch.

Zhao Bo wants to kill the evil cult leader Yehua very much.Ning Shu pulls the nightbirch away, stretches out his palm to Zhao Bo's, and they fly out at the same time.

Ning Shu's mouth overflowed with blood, while Zhao Bo directly spit out a mouthful of blood. However, he was tireless and showed no signs of injury. Instead, he went to kill other people of the demon sect.

Zhao Bo is very powerful. Not only the people of the demon sect are killed, but also the people in front of him are killed.

Not only kill the people of the demon sect, but also kill their own people. It's like killing a father.

"All back." Night birch beat the drum, and the saint devil sect immediately returned to the saint devil peak.

But the famous and decent sects are a bit hard pressed. Now Zhao Bo is just like a mad dog, who catches who bites whom.

No matter who killed the man in front of him, the restless Qi and blood blinded his mind.

The people of the saint devil cult watched Zhao Bo kill people without expression.

"Amitabha." Huimin monk yuanyao went to Ningshu for a Buddhist ceremony, "ask the female benefactor to help control Zhao alliance leader, so as to avoid more people's misfortune."

Ning Shu smiled at Huiji. "Little monk, I can't control people, I can only kill people."

"Now the leader of Zhao alliance is very dangerous. If he escapes, he will cause a lot of damage." Said the wise little monk to Ning Shu.

The voice of Huimin monk attracted Zhao Bo's attention. Zhao Bo reached out and attacked Huimin monk.

Ning Shu takes a rope and flies to Zhao Bo. The little monk avoids Zhao Bo.

Ning Shu tied the rope to Zhao Bo with both hands, and quickly tied several more.

Zhao Bo moved his body and seemed to want to get rid of the rope. Ning Shu called to nightbirch, "brother, throw me another rope. He..."

Before Ning Shu finished speaking, he heard the sound of "poof", the sound of the blade penetrating the flesh.

Ning Shu looks around and sees a young man with a sword penetrating Zhao Bo's chest.

Zhao Bo's mouth made a loud gasping sound.

The murderer's eyebrows were green and unsmooth, and he stabbed Zhao Bo's heart with a sword. His face could not hide his panic and hatred.

"He's the devil. He killed my father..." The man fell to the ground with his head in his hands.