Seeing the boy's sudden smile, the evil charm when the corners of his lips were slightly raised, and the gleam in his eyes when he half-closed his eyes, Han Rong's heart jumped. He pointed his sword at the boy and shouted sternly: "Who are you!"
"You'll know soon." Fengjiu said softly, and as soon as she finished speaking, her figure had already flashed out.
She moved in an instant, her figure was so fast that it was unbelievable. She had no weapon in her hand, but her every move was a fatal one, hitting the opponent's fatal part.
"call!"
The air currents passed by as her figure swept out. Her extremely fast movements and fatal moves attracted everyone's attention. Even Han Rong was unable to react due to Fengjiu's sudden attack.
He dodged in a hurry, but no matter how fast he dodged, he still felt a sharp pain on his neck in an instant. After quickly stepping away, he looked at the young man fiercely, while at the same time putting his hand on the wound on his neck, his eyes widened in shock.
"You, you are..."
Before he could finish his words, he saw the young man in green unexpectedly raised his eyebrows, and a wicked smile appeared at the corner of his lips. However, that smile did not reach his eyes. At the same time, the green figure attacked him again, and the murderous intent in every step and every move was right in his face, which shocked him and terrified him!
Fengjiu! This young man must be the Ghost Doctor Fengjiu! It’s that woman!
He hated her to the core, and he had all her information on hand, including her body movements, her attack methods, and all kinds of things related to her. There was no one else but Fengjiu who could have such an evil smile, the captivating light in her eyes, and the strange body movements!
However, he wanted to call out her identity, but he didn't even have the chance. Her constant pressure and murderous moves made him overwhelmed. Damn it! He knew it was him!
"call out!"
A sharp airflow came out from Fengjiu's hand and passed across Han Rong's arm. It was the sword energy brought by the dagger, which was extremely sharp. With one strike of the sword, a wound deep enough to see the bone was left on Han Rong's arm. Blood gushed out and quickly soaked his clothes.
Even though he was wearing a mask, you could still see that his face was pale, his lips were trembling, and his eyes were filled with fear and horror. Everyone saw his panicked look, but no one guessed why.
Because, although the young man in green has amazing body movements, what he has displayed from the beginning to now is indeed only the strength of a Jindan. Although the Blood Demon finds it strange, he also feels that if Han Rong does not even have the ability to deal with a Jindan cultivator, then he is too useless.
What's more, he didn't have any good feelings towards Han Rong. Even if he died here, he wouldn't feel any regret. At this time, seeing that the young man in blue could hurt him and was pressing him to death, he felt quite interested.
“Hiss! Ah!”
Han Rong gasped and screamed, his knees bent and he fell forward in a panic. He had been stabbed in the back of his right leg and blood was gushing out. His whole leg was twitching in pain.
The demon cultivators watching nearby all had their eyes flickering when they saw this scene, but the Blood Demon did not ask them to help, so they just stood there and watched. After all, that was Han Rong, and they were not forced into a desperate situation.