Suddenly, a brilliant purple sword slashed through the air, and the two martial cultivators who were besieging Feng Bo turned into a cloud of ash in an instant.

And out of the instinct of perceiving danger, Feng Bo, who was facing away from Yang Zhao, didn't even have time to look back and swept towards the long knife that slashed to the side.

But at this time, Feng Bo, who was seriously injured, had greatly reduced his speed and reaction, and the long knife entered his body first, and then the purple sword light gently slashed into Feng Bo's left arm.

Poof――

Two pillars of blood gushed out at the same time, Feng Bo looked down at the long knife that cut into his lower abdomen, a hideous smile appeared on his face, and at the same time stretched out his right hand towards the heart of the owner of the long knife.

Poof――

It was another pillar of blood, and when Feng Bo's right hand was withdrawn, there was a beating heart in his palm.

Bang -

With a light grip on the palm, the heart that had no time to stop beating instantly turned into a blood mist and spread.

"Feng Bo!"

Almost at the same time, Huo Qing and the others and Liu Yiyi exclaimed at the same time, and then desperately tried to get closer to Feng Bo.

But how could they do it at this moment, when they were already under siege, and the consequence of this was that there were a few more scarlet wounds on their bodies.

At this time, there were only a handful of Zen Sword Pavilion disciples who had some combat strength, and although the other party had also suffered heavy losses in this stubborn resistance, it was negligible compared to the few Zen Sword Pavilion disciples.

Feng Bo's left arm was cut off by Yang Zhao, the white bones at the broken arm were exposed, and blood gushed out, because the severe pain made Feng Bo's face slightly distorted.

At this time, I saw that the long sword in Yang Zhao's hand once again gushed out a purple sword light.

"Uncle Feng, let's go!" Liu Yiyi was so anxious that she cried a little, but Uncle Feng didn't seem to have the intention of running away.

"Boy, you are the second person to hurt Lao Tzu!" Feng Bo turned around and said to Yang Zhao word by word with a hideous face.

"Hehe, unfortunately, I'm still the first person to let you die!" Yang Zhao replied with a sneer, and at the same time, the sword in his hand fell from the air again.

At this moment, Feng Bo was smiling, as if the demon who was so powerful hundreds of years ago that he dared to fight against the Heavenly Emperor had reappeared in front of the eyes of the world.

Suddenly, Feng Bo's figure skyrocketed, and thick black hair gushed out frantically from the pores of his skin, and the bulging muscles around his body instantly burst and burst the clothes on his body, and in an instant, it had turned into a black beast several feet high.

Roar -

Feng Bo, who had already turned into a demon, opened his bloody mouth and let out a wild roar, and at the same time raised his right arm and struck at the purple sword.

Bang -

A muffled sound came, and the sword shot into the demon's right arm, but it was gone.

The powerful demon possessed an extremely strong physique, and even when he was seriously injured at this time, it was enough to take the sword of a Purple Realm powerhouse with his body as hard as a golden stone.

And at this moment, everyone was stunned by the troll in front of them, except for Liu Yiyi, everyone's knees were trembling, no one knew what this monster was, and no one doubted what kind of terrifying power this monster had.

But Yang Zhao's face quickly calmed down after a brief moment of horror, as he felt that the demon's lifeline was slowly dissipating.

A cruel smile appeared on Yang Zhao's face again, and an even brighter purple sword flashed again as his body retreated.

The sword light was uncertain, and the huge sword light that was ten zhang long shot straight into the sky.

"Feng Bo, run!" At this time, Huo Qing realized that this might be a move by Yang Zhao with all his might, and immediately shouted desperately.

But after turning into a demon, where could Feng Bo listen to it, I saw him take a step and roar and rush straight towards Yang Zhao.

Yang Zhao was not surprised, his figure rose from the ground and rose rapidly into the air, and at the same time, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he said softly: "Now you can die!"

The words fell, and the sword light mixed with the piercing sound of breaking the sky quickly fell.

Boom -

The demon's figure was instantly engulfed by a huge cloud of purple mang, and the dazzling brilliance made the eyes of the dozens of martial cultivators closest to the purple mang instantly blind.

"Feng Bo!"

Liu Yiyi, Huo Qing and the others exclaimed at the same time, tears blurred everyone's vision, although they couldn't bear to look at it again, they still hoped that a miracle would appear on that crazy old man.

The purple light ball lasted for dozens of breaths before slowly dissipating.

Yang Zhao's face was filled with deep pride, and even the faces of the martial cultivators behind him were filled with indescribable excitement.

Because everyone knew that as long as this monster died, the resistance of the Zen Sword Pavilion would be completely ended.

But then everyone was stunned, only to see the demon kneeling on one knee, supporting his huge body with his right arm, and every inch of his body skin was constantly bubbling out with bright red blood.

"You guys, go!" the demon roared as blood spurted from his mouth, but he still gritted his teeth.

And the demon's intention was naturally to let Liu Yiyi, Huo Qing and the others leave, but at this moment, no one even took half a step back.

"Feng Bo!" everyone called out the demon's name, and with his abilities he could have left this place unscathed, but he didn't.

This demon, who was once regarded as an evil thing by the world, is far more worthy of fear than the always self-righteous human beings at this moment.

After roaring, the demon seemed to run out of strength, and his body fell to a pool of blood.

At the same time, all the martial cultivators behind Yang Zhao suddenly burst out with a roar of rage, and then rushed towards Huo Qing and the others like crazy demons.

Yang Zhao's figure had only slowly landed at this time, and he naturally didn't need to make another attack in a battle of this level, just stood quietly to the side and sneered at the already exhausted Zen Sword Pavilion disciples.

But until this moment, all the disciples of the Zen Sword Pavilion had not had the slightest fear, and they had even already held the heart of death.

"Yiyi, you leave here immediately to find Qin Qi!" Huo Qing said anxiously as he swept to Liu Yiyi's side.

"No, even if I die, I will die with everyone!" Liu Yiyi said with tears in her eyes, her face full of determination.

And at this moment, Huo Qing casually glanced at him, and Tian Ying and Xu Kuo, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately grabbed Liu Yiyi and swept towards the direction of the demon mountain without saying anything.

Suddenly, a purple figure descended from the sky and blocked in front of Tian Ying and Xu Kuo.

"She stays, you two die!" As soon as Yang Zhao's voice fell, he saw two purple rays shoot out at the same time, directly hitting Tian Ying and Xu Kuo.

How could the five-fold powerhouse of the Purple Realm be able to resist only Tian Ying and Xu Kuo at the Qingjing level, I saw that the two of them hadn't even reacted, and there was an extra blood hole on their foreheads in an instant.

After a breath, life is cut off.

"Brother Tian, Brother Xu!" Liu Yiyi exclaimed, and then tried to hold the bodies of the two with his own strength.

But how could Liu Yiyi, who was also exhausted, be able to hold two strong men.

I saw the bodies of Tian Ying and Xu Kuo falling backwards heavily.

"Yang Zhao, I'll kill you!" At this time, I saw Huo Qing brandishing a long sword like a mad demon and attacking Yang Zhao, and the fierce sword qi condensed into a white column of qi and shot directly at Yang Zhao.

Seeing this, Yang Zhao's body did not move like a mountain, and he didn't even move his fingers, and the column of qi suddenly dissipated a foot away from Yang Zhao.

This is a powerhouse at the Purple Realm level, even if Huo Qing at the Purple Realm level tries his best, he still can't get close to him, and the huge gap between his cultivation makes Huo Qing suddenly feel a trace of despair.

Liu Yiyi collapsed to the ground weakly, this was the first time she felt so desperate and helpless, even when Master Si Hongyi extracted her life element, she was not so desperate.

"Liu Yiyi, I can not kill you, but you have to follow me!" Yang Zhao said with a slight smile.

"Yiyi, let's go!" Huo Qing's eyes were blood-red, and then he weakly waved the sword in his hand and stabbed at Yang Zhao.

At this time, he couldn't even urge a little bit of true yuan power, and he could only resist in vain with a tenacious and unyielding obsession.

Yang Zhao didn't make a move, but Huo Qing was kicked to the ground by a kick sticking out from the side.

"Hehe, sect master, where is there any need to talk nonsense with this demon girl, if you want to, your subordinates will just carry her back!" A five-short Wu Xiu frowned and said with a smile at Yang Zhao.

Yang Zhao smiled faintly after hearing this, noncommittal.

Seeing this, Wu Xiu immediately smiled and walked towards Liu Yiyi.

"Die!" At this moment, Zhao She, who was covered in blood, rushed over like crazy, raised the long knife in his hand and slashed at that Wu Xiu.

That Wu Xiu did not change his color, and before Zhao She's knife touched him, his backhand was a sword.

Poof――

Blood mist splattered, and the long sword Qi Gen sank into Zhao She's chest, and then that Wu Xiu raised his foot and kicked Zhao Shi back, and at the same time pulled out the long sword, and another blood mist sprayed out.

Zhao Shi fell backwards weakly, but Liu Yiyi heard it clearly, and at the moment when Zhao Shi fell, he said a word to himself with all his might: "Go!"

The smile on Wu Xiu's face was even worse, and even the eyes that looked at Liu Yiyi were full of yin evil meaning.

And Yang Zhao still stood there expressionlessly, still indifferent to the killing in front of him.

"Sect Master, this demon girl didn't know how many people she had charmed back then, who would have thought that Qin Qi's mongrel would be the first to attack!"

"If the brothers like it, I'll reward you when I'm tired of playing!" Yang Zhao finally smiled.

When Wu Xiu heard this, he was overjoyed, and hurriedly bowed down and bowed: "Hehe, thank you for the reward!"

At this time, the tears on Liu Yiyi's face had dried up, and even a bitter smile appeared.

"Qin Lang, forgive Yiyi for not being able to accompany you to the mountains and forests for the rest of your life! You must avenge all the dead people in the Zen Sword Pavilion for me!" Liu Yiyi thought to herself, and at the same time grabbed Zhao She's long knife on the ground.

"Hehe, demon girl, with your current appearance, you are not my opponent at all, so let's go back obediently and serve the sect master!"

(Author's note: Because some words are to be blocked, I can only use pinyin instead, please forgive me for the inconvenience caused here, thank you for the scraps in your dreams!)