The two sides confronted each other, staring at Zhao Bo and Ye Hua who were struggling hard to separate.
In the end, Ye Hua's strength was slightly weaker, and he lost.
Ye Hua retreated, his face was pale, and there was blood in the corners of his mouth, which was obviously injured.
"Brother, are you okay." Ning Shu took out the medicine bottle and got a medicine. "This is the healing medicine made by Elder Gu. Take it quickly."
Ye Hua took the medicine and took it.
"Ye Hua, you are a lot weaker than your father, and the son is not as good as your father." After Ye Hua turned back, Zhao Bo looked quite energetic and contented.
Ning Shufei went out, "Usually the old age bullies the young, and leans on the old and sells the old, ashamed and not ashamed. During the martial arts conference, I can beat you up, and now I can beat you all over the floor."
"Presumptuous, do you have the right to speak here?" Zhao Bo fluttered with white hair and looked ugly.
Ning Shu sneered, "Old stuff, what the hell."
Ning Shu mobilized the vigor in his dantian, and after a period of practice, Ning Shu's strength became stronger again.
Ning Shu squeezed his fist, a white, almost transparent dragon head faintly appeared in his fist, and he roared silently. With Ning Shu's fist, the dragon head became more and more ferocious.
Zhao Bo looked a little solemn, and then fiercely counterattacked Ning Shu.
Ning Shu has a fierce dragon head with every fist.
Ye Hua raised Ying's eyebrows when she saw Ning Shu's fist.
Every time Zhao Bo met Ning Shu's fist, he felt a powerful force that shook his whole body, and even his lungs were shaking and painful.
Zhao Bo's luck, his momentum is getting stronger and stronger, making everyone present feel difficult to breathe.
Especially Ningshu, who is on the opposite side, feels particularly stressed.
Ning Shu sneered, looking at Zhao Bo's appearance, I was afraid that he had cultivated the back.
Zhao Bo's eyes were a little scarlet, and the blue veins on his face were agitating like an earthworm.
Ning Shu stood hanging in the air, releasing the Qi Jin in his body, an invisible dragon-shaped Qi Jin roared and rushed towards Zhao Bo, passing directly through Zhao Bo's body, and passed it several times.
Ning Shufei went over and slapped Zhao Bo's heart with a palm. Zhao Bo spit out blood and flew out and hit the rock wall. Zhao Bo spit out a mouthful of blood.
Zhao Bo's eyes staring at Ning Shu became more and more scarlet, and the blue veins on his face and neck bulged for a while, then disappeared, just like an earthworm agitating in the flesh, looking particularly infiltrating.
"Kill me the evil spirits of the Demon Cult." Zhao Bo roared.
"Fort Lord, this, the strength of the Demon Cult is too strong, if I am afraid that it will suffer heavy losses." One person said.
"I said, hit me, whoever doesn't move will kill me." Zhao Bo slapped his own person to death who retorted loudly.
The man's internal organs were ruptured by Zhao Bo's palm, and he vomited a mouthful of blood with broken internal organs.
This person is no longer saved.
Others saw that Zhao Bo was so cruel and ruthless, and they started rushing towards the Demon Cult.
"Kill..."
The two people gathered together like two waves of water, and they fought, and after a while, the rich blood drifted out.
Many people were injured and lost their lives as a result. Some of them were respectable and demon-sect.
Ning Shu watched these killings. These people died because of some people's ambitions.
From the corner of Ning Shu's eyes, he saw the little monk Huiji, sitting cross-legged on the ground, reciting Buddhist scriptures silently in his mouth.
He was quiet and peaceful, looking very noble and clean in the midst of the sound of killing.
Many people passed by in front of him, and some fell in front of him, with blood splattered on his body.
His expression has always been peaceful and compassionate.
Ningshu: →_→
Don't make a mistake, she really wants to poke this guy with a sword.
Zhao Bo roared towards Ning Shu and Ye Hua, his expression was a little weird and crazy.
"You monsters of the Demon Cult should all die." Zhao Bo's hands showed strong energy, and he rushed towards Ning Shu and Ye Hua.
Ning Shu avoided the attack and attacked Zhao Bo together with Ye Hua. Zhao Bo was injured before, but now he was attacked by two people, which was very difficult for a while.
"Let you see how good I am." Zhao Bo roared, his clothes scattered.
Zhao Bo's eyes were scarlet, and he quickly stretched out a palm and patted Ye Hua's heart. Ye Hua spit out blood and backed away.
Ning Shu released a dragon-like aura. The dragon passed through Zhao Bo's body. Zhao Bo spit out a mouthful of blood, but his aura became stronger and stronger.
His eyes were a little lost.
"He's crazy." Ye Hua said, clutching his heart.
Ning Shu:...
It's even stronger if you get caught up in it.
It feels like a neuropath, running fast.
Long Xing gas continuously passed through Zhao Bo's body, Zhao Bo vomited blood, but the more he fought, he rushed towards Ye Hua.
Zhao Bo wanted to kill Ye Hua, the demon leader.
Ning Shu pulled Ye Hua away, stretched out his palms to face Zhao Bo, and the two flew out at the same time.
Blood spilled from the corner of Ning Shu's mouth, and Zhao Bo directly spit out a mouthful of blood, but he was tireless and showed no signs of injury, and instead went to kill the others.
Zhao Bo is very powerful, not only kills the people of the Demon Cult, but also kills the red eye, no matter who is in front of him.
Killing not only the people of the Demon Cult, but also his own people, it is simply cheating.
"Retreat all." Ye Hua beat the drums, and the people of the Holy Demon Cult immediately returned to the Holy Demon Peak.
But the decent and decent people are a little bit hard. Now Zhao Bo is like a mad dog, who catches and bites.
Regardless of who killed the person in front of him, the restless energy clouded his mind.
The people of the Holy Demon Sect looked at Zhao Bo killing people blankly.
"Amitabha Buddha." The little monk Huiji gave a Buddhist ceremony to Ning Shu, "Please help the female donor to control the leader of Zhao, lest there are more people in the accident."
Ning Shu looked at Hui Ji with a smile, "Little monk, I won't control people, I will only kill people."
"Leader Zhao is very dangerous now. If he escapes, it will cause a lot of harm." Little Monk Huiji said to Ning Shu.
The voice of the little monk Huiji caught Zhao Bo's attention, and Zhao Bo stretched out his hand and attacked the little monk Huiji.
Ning Shu took a rope and flew towards Zhao Bo, and the little monk avoided Zhao Bo.
Ning Shu tied the rope to Zhao Bo with both hands, and quickly tied a few more.
Zhao Bo moved his body, seeming to want to break the rope away, Ning Shu shouted at Ye Hua: "Brother, throw me another rope, he..."
Before Ning Shu finished speaking, he heard a'poof', the sound of the blade penetrating the flesh.
Ning Shu turned his head and saw a young man holding a sword through Zhao Bo's chest.
Zhao Bo's mouth made a hehe, panting voice.
The murderous man had green eyebrows and was not too old. A sword pierced into Zhao Bo's heart, his expression could not hide his panic and hatred.
"He is the devil, he killed my dad..." The man fell on the ground, holding his head in both hands.
(End of this chapter)