"Shen Luo, Fellow Daoist Shen, you look like a ghost, you must be in great pain, right? I will just be kind and send you off so you will suffer less." Zhao Tong growled and raised his palm to chop Shen Luo on the head.
"Stop." At this time, Huang Yi suddenly shouted angrily.
Zhao Tong hesitated when he heard this, and his raised hand remained suspended in the air without really bringing it down.
"Why stop me?" Zhao Tong frowned.
"It was me who stopped him from attacking you, and you shouldn't take advantage of him either." Huang Yi said word by word.
"Fellow Daoist Huang, have you forgotten? The reason you protected me this time was to repay a favor to my master, not to ask you to hinder me!" Zhao Tong scolded lightly, unhappily.
"That won't work either." Huang Yi said firmly.
"You say no? Then you have to be able to stop me first." Zhao Tong grinned.
After saying that, a red light flashed on his palm and he slapped Shen Luo's head heavily.
With a loud "bang", Shen Luo's whole body fell heavily, the ground and rocks beneath him cracked, and suddenly collapsed into a huge pit about ten feet deep.
Shen Luo's body fell into it, his head drooping weakly to one side. There was a trace of blood on his eyes, ears, mouth and nose, flowing out like a small snake. The breath emanating from his body was extremely weak.
"Zhao Tong!"
Suddenly, a loud shout was heard, and Huang Yi suddenly raised his right arm and chopped down at his left hand.
"Puff..."
A flash of blood appeared, and Huang Yi's left arm was cut off and flew up, and was kicked towards Zhao Tong by him.
The latter was startled when he saw the arm covered in poisonous blood coming straight towards his face. He did not even bother to give Shen Luo another heavy blow and quickly dodged.
After Zhao Tong stood still, he looked at Huang Yi, whose face was pale and whose breath was unstable. He couldn't help but feel a little ashamed of his panic just now. Could Huang Yi still be his opponent now
"Do you really want to be my enemy?" Zhao Tong glared at Huang Yi and asked coldly.
"I said, you can't kill him." Huang Yi's arm was still dripping with blood, but his tone was still as firm as a rock.
Zhao Tong remained silent, thinking in his mind, Huang Yi had killed many people before and had a lot of points. If he killed him and Shen Luo together, then wouldn't all the accumulated points belong to him
Huang Yi saw the subtle changes in his facial expression and knew that he had the intention to kill.
"If you want to kill me, you'll have to see if you're strong enough." Huang Yi's expression remained unchanged, his eyes fixed on Zhao Tong.
When Zhao Tong heard his words, he couldn't help but feel suspicious.
But soon, his last bit of fear was overshadowed by his greed.
"Shen Luo has no relationship with you, and you just met each other. Why do you want to side with him?" Zhao Tong continued to speak even though he had murderous intent.
"Do I need to explain to you?" Huang Yi glanced at him and said coldly.
"You... OK, OK, OK, in that case, you can die with him." Zhao Tong was furious.
Before he finished speaking, he rushed out, his body wrapped in a layer of blood mist. Suddenly, a two-foot-long blood-red crystal knife appeared in his palm and stabbed straight into Huang Yi's heart.