The rain was heavier, Shen Boxian's back was a little wet, and the rain also slapped coldly on Zhao Zixiao's face, he wiped his face, and looked at the purple scimitar on his right hand trembling slightly.

Shen Boxian's three words have almost become his inner demon, and this inner demon is also the biggest demonic obstacle to his failure to attack the fourth-order spirit master again and again.

Obviously, he joined the clan for a few years, he cultivated harder, and he spent a lot of effort to please everyone, why did the patriarch value Shen Boxian in the end?

Why is it that in the eyes of others, Shen Boxian, the pink sword and long sword, is in front, but his Purple Moon Scimitar Zhao Zixiao is naturally ranked behind?

Zhao Zixiao closed his eyes heavily, and then opened them again, his eyes were dyed with the ferocity of a vicious wolf, and when he secretly sprinkled out the medicinal powder that stimulated the spirit beast in the woods, he didn't think about the way back.

The scimitar gathered spiritual power, and Zhao Zixiao directly launched the strongest killing move of the natal spirit weapon, the purple electric soul kill!

The scimitar went towards Shen Boxian's back extremely quickly, a green shadow flashed, followed by the sound of a sharp blade, and the warm blood splashed on Zhao Zixiao's face, washed down by the heavier and heavier rain, and the biting coldness made him almost unable to determine whether the warmth just now really existed.

He raised his eyes in a sinister manner, and took a step back in shock.

"Qing'e!!"

When Shen Boxian noticed the abnormal turn behind him, he happened to see Qing'e's figure slowly falling down, he didn't care about the demon ape beast, rushed over to catch Qing'e, looked at the blood gushing out of her abdomen in a daze, stretched out his hand to cover it, but couldn't cover it.

"Ahem...... Baekhyun......"

Qing'e opened her eyes slightly, and a faint smile appeared on her pale face.

"It's a pleasure to meet you...... You're going to have to ......."

"Be careful of Zhao Zixiao, he ......"

Qing'e didn't finish the rest of the words, and she had just reached the second order of spiritual cultivation, and she couldn't withstand Zhao Zixiao's desperate blow at all.

Shen Boxian slowly raised his head, and the ape demonic beast behind him grabbed the third claw on his back, and the blood dripped down through the thick robe, mixed with the rain, and mixed with Qing'e's blood.

His eyes were bloodshot for a moment, and he staggered to his feet.

"Why...... Why!! ”

Shen Boxian has a kind and pure personality since he entered the clan, although he will not deliberately make friends with people, but he has never blushed with anyone, and now he has red eyes and looks crazy, Zhao Zixiao is the first time to see it, and he was also frightened, so he turned around and ran.

The ape demon beast grabbed two more claws one after another, Shen Boxian roared angrily, the long sword hummed and held the sword flower, and even the rain couldn't get close to the sword edge by half an inch.

"Sword Wave Domain!"

"Soul Slayer!"

One by one, the spiritual swordsmanship smashed frantically.

When Zhao Zixiao rushed over with several elders in the clan, the rain subsided, and Shen Boxian stood in place with a blood-red body, next to Qing'e, who would not move again, and ...... The severed arm of an ape.

"This ...... What's going on? ”

An elder asked, shocked.

Hearing the voice, Shen Boxian moved, staring at Zhao Zixiao behind him with cold eyes, and then when everyone didn't react, his body moved to Zhao Zixiao very quickly, and the blood-red long sword stabbed fiercely.

It was so fast that Zhao Zixiao only had time to dodge the fatal position, but his shoulder was pierced by a sword, and the severe pain made him keep retreating.

"Shen Boxian!! What are you doing! ”

Several elders finally reacted, one of them hurriedly protected Zhao Zixiao's heart, and the other directly slapped Shen Boxian.

Shen Boxian flew far upside down as if he had lost his strength before falling to the ground, splashing muddy water on the ground.

He propped himself up weakly and staggered in the direction of Qing'e, two or three zhang away, he suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood halfway through, and his breath suddenly withered a lot, and the blood-colored long sword on Zhao Zixiao's shoulder that everyone could not help gradually dissipated.

Zhao Zixiao...... He killed Qing'e. ”

Shen Boxian looked at the elders, his voice hoarse and sad.

"Elder, I didn't! That Qing'e was killed by the Ape Demon Beast in order to protect Shen Boxian! Otherwise, how can you explain that he defeated the Ape Demon Beast! ”

Several elders nodded, they also didn't believe that Shen Boxian had beaten away the crazy ape demon beast alone, or rather, they couldn't believe it.

The group deliberated for a moment, and one of the elders said in a deep voice:

"Shen Boxian! The patriarch values you so much, you slandered and killed your fellow disciples in front of us! Do you have an explanation? ”

Shen Boxian's face turned pale, but he kept muttering:

"He was the one who killed Qing'e...... It was he who killed Qing'e......"

The elder's face was impatient, and he said indifferently:

"Stubborn! How dare you, a foreigner, kill the people of your inner tribe? ”

"The patriarch is not here, now I and a few others have the highest decision, and now we have unanimously decided to expel you from the Zhao family."

After saying that, several people left without any delay, and they didn't even look back from beginning to end, let alone think about checking Qing'e's injuries.

Obviously, the wound of the scimitar is so obvious, and there are so many doubts about this matter, why do everyone choose to turn a blind eye?

The rain was about to stop, but a flash of lightning flashed across the sky without warning.

"Sneer......"

The long sword passed through the shoulder, exactly the same sword, exactly the same position.

Zhao Zixiao lowered his head and looked at it, suddenly unable to tell whether this was twenty years ago or now.

Only this time, he knew he couldn't escape it again.

He held the sword with both hands that he had dreamed of countless times in his midnight dreams, and regardless of the sharp pain from his palms, he pulled it out of his body inch by inch, and said with a sad smile:

"Since I Zhao Zixiao was born in the Zhao family, why did I arrange you in?"

"Why should you have all the things I worked so hard to get?"

"Do you think they don't know the real cause of Qing'e's death? Do you think they banished you from your family just because you wanted to kill me? ”

Shen Boxian's hand holding the hilt of the sword began to tremble, and a trace of confusion flashed on his face.

"You have nothing better than me, except for your high qualifications. Shen Boxian, where you really failed is that you don't understand people's hearts. ”

Speaking of this, Zhao Zixiao began to laugh again and continued:

"It's ridiculous that you really left like that, letting those guys get their wishes, do you know what happened to Zhao Yuan later?"

Hearing this, Shen Boxian's expression finally tightened, stared at Zhao Zixiao, and asked angrily:

"What did you do!?"

Zhao Zixiao calmed down at this time, and asked with some sarcasm:

"You want to know? Seeing that you care so much, it's not in vain that the old man has been looking for you for so long......"

Before the words fell, the scimitar pierced into his chest, and he instantly vomited a mouthful of blood, and the expression on his face seemed to be sad, but it was more detached.

"I, Zhao Zixiao, can die at the hands of anyone in this world, but I can't die at the hands of your Shen Boxian."

With that, the bloody hands grasped the scimitar and threw it in again, and blood splattered all over the ground.

Zhao Zixiao's small eyes kept staring at Shen Boxian, and a lot of emotions flashed in his eyes, but as the scimitar gradually dissipated, his eyes gradually lost their brightness, and he fell to the ground with a bang.