"En?" High in the sky, Zhu Rong suddenly felt a feeling that it didn't seem to be. Pain, yes, I actually felt the pain. "How is this possible?" Zhu Rong looked at the black figure in disbelief, his right hand slowly pressed his lower abdomen, and a wet liquid came from the senses on his hand, with a bloody smell. It was blood, blood from the wounds on his body.

"Cross Twin Blades, you are a shadow!" The cross wound between his chest and abdomen made Zhu Rong glance at the silent and cold man in black on the ground in disbelief, and his pupils shrank suddenly. Recalling the black cross that the black figure had just crossed his arms for, he immediately thought of something and blurted out.

"Yes, when I saw that strange cross black light, I should have known!" Zhu Rong secretly scolded his stupidity, in the Rakshasa Gate, he had the right to access the highest intelligence of the Rakshasa Gate. In the intelligence, there was a list of masters that the Demon Sect could not provoke, and a person named Shadow was one of them.

However, unlike the Seven Demon Hands of the Demon Sect, Shadow can almost be said to be the most mysterious figure in the Demon Sect. His news was even more interrupted than Xiao Feng, the Holy Envoy of the Demon Sect. There are only two lines of information about him. Black clothes, black eyes, cross black slash!

It's such a piece of information, and it's still exchanged for the blood of an unknown number of disciples in the Rakshasa Sect. All along, Zhu Rong has always focused on the Seven Demon Hands with the same name as himself, and has never been interested in the shadow of only two lines of words recorded on this information. However, when he met the most mysterious shadow in this Demon Sect today, he knew that he was wrong, this shadow in front of him might be one of the top masters in the Demon Sect, and even cultivated, even more powerful than those famous Seven Demon Hands.

The shadow was silent, and with a flip of his hands, two inch-long blades appeared in his hands. One inch long, one inch strong, one inch short, one inch dangerous. The master's move is often only a moment, between life and death, and his life hangs by a thread. Therefore, it is often those who use short soldiers that are even more feared. Seeing the two arc-shaped pitch-black short blades in the shadow's hand, Zhu Rong was actually afraid. At this moment, he even had an urge to run away.

Shoulders are cucked, waist is twisted, and the black shadow seems to be a streamer. In Nalan Qingyan's eyes, it was fleeting, and then, the sky exploded continuously, and the red and black lights were high in the sky, like explosive fireworks, dyed layer by layer. Zhu Rong, the shadow of the two swept all the way in the sky, stepping together from the eaves of the quadrangle of the ridge, countless tiles flew, and the palpitating clatter and cracking sound sounded one after another. The energy of the high-altitude battle between the two had already been dissipated before they landed. And high in the sky, in the staggered range of the forces of the two figures fighting, everything seemed to be very fragile, as if it was a piece of tissue paper that was vulnerable.

"Boom" "Boom" The fiery red flame blades staggered in the black cross short blades, and the two pitch-black inches once again submerged into Zhu Rong's body. With a blood splatter, Zhu Rong snorted, flew upside down in the black short blade, and landed on the ground.

The shadow shook and fell from the air to the ground again. The black clothes were also bloodstained, although compared to Zhu Rong, he was a strong man. However, how can the name of the five evils of heaven and earth, wind, thunder, and fire be comparable to ordinary people? Even if it is as powerful as a shadow, it cannot solve Zhu Rong intact. Although the shadow did not receive any damage in the round just now, he also gave Zhu Rong two knives. However, both of them knew that that the trauma would not have much impact on them.

"The Demon Sect still intervened, but with me, don't you want to rescue Tang Xiu!" Zhu Rong Senran smiled, the flame sword in his hands ignited again, and his eyes were full of fierce battle intent: "Come on, Shadow, let me see what kind of power you are in the Demon Sect." ”

The shadow's body was about to move, but he heard a small voice behind him: "Wait, I'm not dead yet!"

"Zhou Bo!" In Nalan Qingyan's exclamation, Zhou Bo, whose face was pale, supported his body with the Jingyun Sword and looked at Zhu Rong coldly: "Our battle is not yet complete!"

"Hmph!" Zhu Rong looked at Zhou Bo, snorted coldly but did not speak. Zhou Bo, who was standing behind the shadow, was swaying, and his clothes were even more tattered, if it weren't for the support of a Jingyun sword under his hand, I am afraid it would be difficult to even stand.

"Zhou Bo, come back, you are not his opponent!" Nalan Qingyan hurriedly ran forward, trying to pull Zhou Bo away. However, the shadow took two steps back and walked behind Zhou Bo. Obviously, this battle is still for Zhou Bo to carry out.

"Qingyan, you go and save Tang Xiu's master!" Zhou Bo stood there and said with a pale face. "No" Nalan Qingyan immediately objected when he heard this: "You are not his opponent!" Nalan Qingyan didn't understand how he thought at the moment, obviously this side was already winning, as long as the shadow continued the battle, then the final result would inevitably be that his side won. However, at this time, Zhou Bo actually had to fight against Zhu Rong alone. Zhou Bo, who couldn't catch a single move just now, how could he be Zhu Rong's opponent?

"Let's go!" Zhou Bo roared, his eyes full of perseverance. Maybe Nalan Qingyan doesn't know, maybe the shadow won't know. The reason why Zhou Bo did this was entirely because of the deep disdain that Zhu Rong had when he hit himself in the air with the first move. It was a kind of disdain and contempt for the weak that was similar to the strong on the high, and Zhou Bo had never forgotten that kind of gaze, because it was not the first time it appeared.

In the Dawn Sect, the identity of the disciples of Purple Star Peak has always been looked down upon by fellow disciples. And he himself, when he walked out of Purple Star Peak for the only time, experienced this contempt. Whether it is Shu Xuening or Chu Dazhao, in that Dawn Gate, which also respects strength, having strength is equivalent to being trampled on at will.

Zhou Bo is not arrogant, but he has his own arrogance. Perhaps, on the surface he is a gentle person, but he also has his own arrogance, his own arrogance. In the Dawn Gate, because of his uncle, he couldn't show his strength. However, here, in the face of Zhu Rong, he didn't want to see that kind of contemptuous gaze.

"Today, even if it's for yourself!" Zhou Bo muttered, slowly closing his eyes. The Jingyun Sword in his hand unexpectedly returned to the sheath again.

"This is ........" Nalan Qingyan's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise. She knew that the move she had so desperately wanted to see again had finally appeared. Although Zhou Bo still looked seriously injured, he was still standing there staggering without the support of Jing Yunjian, but at this moment, that invisible momentum was rising suddenly.

Between heaven and earth, the sound of the wind blew, and there was a solemnity. Even the shadow, as if sensing the uneasiness, slowly took two steps back, blocking Nalan Qingyan's side.

The palm of his right hand slowly pressed on the hilt of Jingyun Sword, as if with some kind of rhythm, sliding around the hilt in a strange reversal, flipping up, smooth, and right-handed..... Everything is so smooth, everything is so natural, with a calm that is not alarming, however, Zhu Rong, who is standing in the distance, feels the uneasiness and horror contained in this calm.

"Can't wait for him to draw his sword" This thought flashed in Zhu Rong's heart, and the flames in his hand skyrocketed, and he slashed at Zhou Bo fiercely....

"Wow" The air suddenly fluctuated violently, Zhou Bo's ears moved, and Jing Yun's sword was leisurely unsheathed. The closed eyes opened suddenly at that moment.

The sword came out of the sheath, the sound was sonorous, with a turn of Zhou Bo's wrist, Jingyun Sword carried an incomparable sharp aura, and the sword qi was cold in vain, as if it brought the strongest cold air in heaven and earth, and a snow-bright sword light leisurely drew an arc, which was fleeting. The white sword light flashed, and it broke into the flame sword that slashed angrily like thunder, and at that moment, the white light was great, and the chill was everywhere.......

"Blood, countless blood, a piece of red and bright. The cheerfulness of the flow, the rapidity of the flow, wading through the ankles, spreading into the distance. ”

"Why, why is there so much blood on my body? Why, what does it feel like. Yes, kill, kill, kill! thirsty for killing, bloodthirsty. The surroundings were red, and he couldn't see everything clearly, but he knew that many of the people he knew were here....."

"Li Hao, Yu Lan, master, uncle.... Why do they have blood on them, why do they have wounds on them? What's going on? No, no, why do you suddenly have a sense of fear. The fire that suddenly burned was a fire, and a terrifying fire burned all around, as if it was the legendary Red Lotus Pure Fire that could burn all the sins and filth of the Three Realms, swallowing up all the people he valued one by one. ”

"Stop, stop, stop!" In the flames, he watched everything happen, but there was nothing he could do. He seemed to be just a passerby, the kind of flame that didn't burn in the slightest, the kind of heartbreaking howl that could be heard but couldn't touch the slightest bit of the images. He's just a passerby!

"One after another, people who are more important than relatives in his life are mercilessly consumed by the fire. Senior brother, uncle, junior brother, master ....."

"No!" When he saw that the fire finally swept and engulfed Wangchen Zhenren, he finally lost control and rushed towards the depths of the flames: "Don't! Don't........

"Ahh..............h

Zhou Bo sat up panting and panicking, panting and grabbing his hands in the air randomly, as if he wanted to catch those scenes back, that deep sense of powerlessness and fear made his body secrete an unknown amount of sweat, and even his clothes were wet.

"Zhou Bo, Zhou Bo, Zhou Bo!" In vain, the shouts close to his ears and the faint fragrance made him refreshed, and at the same time, the cool coldness in his chest quickly rushed straight into his brain, cold to the bones but with an indescribable comfort. He felt his shoulders shake hard, and when he looked around, the scene had changed.

His eyes paused for a moment, and then seemed to surge with some vitality. Looking at the surrounding scene, the soft couch has a faint fragrance, and it doesn't seem to be the bamboo house on the Purple Star Peak where he is. Beside him, Tang Ling was pressing his shoulders tightly, looking at him with a pair of beautiful eyes. Looking at the stunning face that was close at hand, Zhou Bo said in a dry voice, "Miss Tang?"

"Zhou Bo, are you okay?" Tang Ling looked at Zhou Bo with concern, and looked at him with some concern. After all, Zhou Bo's behavior like crazy just now made Tang Ling feel a deep sense of fear. Seeing his panicked and fearful expression made Tang Ling have an urge to run away almost far away. It's scary, it's really scary!

"I... I'm fine, I seem to have nightmares!" Zhou Bo took a deep breath, only to feel all kinds of discomfort in his body, and leaned on the head of the bed tiredly: "Where is this?"

"This is Tangjiabao!" Tang Ling stroked the hair on his forehead, and the expression on his face was a little more grateful: "You have been asleep for four days, is there anything uncomfortable?"

"I've been asleep for four days?" Feeling the dryness of his throat, Zhou Bo struggled to move his Adam's apple: "I actually fell asleep for four days?"

"You wait first!" After Tang Ling finished speaking, he immediately left the bed, walked to the table not far away, picked up the delicate tea bowl, and carefully brought it to Zhou Bo: "Drink some water first, your throat seems to be very uncomfortable! Although I have fed you some water in the past few days, I should still be very thirsty!" After speaking, he opened the tea bowl, and naturally bypassed Zhou Bo's waist with one hand, and the jade palm was lightly supported, and the tea bowl was about to be sent to Zhou Bo's mouth.

"Thank you, I'll do it myself!" Zhou Bo moved very uncomfortably, hurriedly took the tea bowl with one hand, and drank the water in the tea bowl in a big gulp. A slight hint of sweet cold water entered the throat, and the dry feeling of burning fire disappeared immediately. The dry throat seemed to have just burst out of the flames, and it was so uncomfortable that it almost suffocated. Tang Ling saw Zhou Bo drink the water in the tea bowl dry, and asked softly, "How is it, do you want to drink some more?"

"No need!" Zhou Bo shook his head, smiled and nodded to show his gratitude: "Miss Tang, how is the situation of the Tang family?"

Tang Ling put the tea bowl on the table and said with a smile: "The civil strife in the Tang family has subsided, and it was thanks to you that day that Uncle Xiu was rescued." Since Uncle Xiu was no longer in danger, the disciples of the outer gate naturally mobilized. Everything was much easier than we expected, and it only took an hour before and after the situation was almost under control. When Gao Sheng Xiang felt it, the Tang family almost returned to normal. If it weren't for the fact that there were still a lot of aftermath to be done, the Tang family would have been able to lift the alert almost on the same day and make Xishu City lively again!"

"Then, how is Zhu Rong of the Rakshasa Gate?" Zhou Bo asked in a daze, and the situation of his sword coming out of the sheath that day flashed in front of him again: the white sword light flashed, leisurely breaking into the flame sword that slashed angrily, and at that moment, the white light was great, and the chill was all over the sky. The flames and white light mingled in one place, emitting an earth-shattering burst of light. A flash of white light, followed by a long period of darkness.........

It is certain that after casting the sword that was almost a gathering of the essence of the whole body, Zhou Bo fainted directly. I don't know what happened after that. Therefore, Zhou Bo also wanted to know some of the conditions after he fell into a coma that day. And for the power of that sword, Zhou Bo also vaguely knew the result in his heart, but he still didn't want to believe it and asked softly.

"He... He's dead!" Tang Ling said Zhu Rong's ending: "That day, I stood in the distance and saw your fight. The white light flashed, and you passed out, and the demon of the demon path was dead!"

"Sure enough....!" After hearing the news of Zhu Rong's death, Zhou Bo did not feel the excitement he deserved because he had killed a demon with a sword, but instead shrank his legs in front of him in fear, hugged his legs firmly with his arms, and said in a low voice: "I knew that it would be like this." I knew that it would be like this, if this move was made, someone would die!" Zhou Bo's voice was a little choked: "This is a killing move, I can't use it anymore, I can't use it again in the future, I'm killing someone!"