Zhao Boduan looked at Ren Woxing with his stiff body and avoided the flying thick sword. Thinking that Ren Woxing was at the lowest point in martial arts at this time, he was rare in his chance.

As soon as he moved, he came to Ren Woxing in a flash. The long sword in his hand brought a phantom to stab him at his vest. Although half of the internal force in his dantian had been used up, not much left.

Ren Woxing was caught in Zuo Lengchan's ice true energy, causing his body to be cold and stiff, his bones and joints were rusted, and his body was very inconvenient to rotate, and his body was like ice. Although he felt a fatal danger and was about to approach himself, he could not avoid the sharp energy after using all his strength. He felt that his body was cold and his body was deeply stabbed into the flesh by the sharp sword body.

After Zhao Boduan succeeded with one blow, in order to prevent Ren Woxing from dying, he still did not stop his attack. He drew out the sword and then pointed another sword at his back.

Ren Woxing's two swords were extremely injured, like two springs, and blood was constantly flowing out. With this injury, his life would soon end and he followed Zuo Lengchan to go down to the underworld.

Ren Yingying, who was knocked down, did not feel her father was injured at first. She was very scared at the thick sword that had just flew over. When she was lying on the ground, she felt her heart beating violently. Suddenly, she felt that the clothes on her back were wet with something, and a fishy smell rushed into her nose. Her nasal cavity was stimulated, causing her to sneeze. "Ah," she said.

Ren Yingying felt something was wrong. She turned around and saw that her father's clothes were wet with blood. Her face suddenly turned pale without a trace of blood. She asked anxiously: "Dad, you are injured, where is the wound?" She quickly checked Ren Woxing's body and soon saw two deep wounds behind him.

Let Wo Xing move, his lips gradually turned white slightly, and his voice was weak: "...Yingying, go quickly, don't worry about me!"

Ren Yingying's eyes were red, and crystal tears slid down her small face as delicate as white porcelain. Her face was very sad and she couldn't cry: "No, I won't leave. Dad, don't worry, I'll take you to find a famous doctor who killed someone, Ping Yizhi, he will definitely cure you." He held Ren Woxing with his left hand, and covered the bleeding wound on his back with his right hand, trying to stop the continuous blood from coming out.

Ren Woxing's voice became less and less, and his voice was as loud as a mosquito: "Yingying... You leave quickly, be careful not to be attacked in the future." After a pause, he continued, "You... Mother died in my arms like this back then. Don't be sad. I'll meet your mother now. Don't delay, go quickly!" The last two words were used by him and roared out. Despite this, the sound of this sentence was still very weak.

Ren Yingying's body shook, and she felt that the breath of her father's body in her arms was decreasing, and the sound of her breathing gradually became smaller until she could not hear any sound. Her mind was blank. Is her father dead?

Ren Yingying raised her head and saw Zhao Boduan standing not far away, holding a blood-dropping sword in her hand, looking leisurely. Her mind was puzzled and filled with anger. She did not obey Ren Woxing's instructions, but stood up and left Ren Woxing's body and ran away, but instead asked the murderer loudly: "Why are you??"

Zhao Boduan stood there, sighed, and said, "The deep relationship between you father and daughter is really touching. Master Ren is a good father and sacrificed his life to save you. But if you ask why, I can only tell you that Master Ren was in charge of the Demon Sect, his hands were stained with too many people's blood, and I didn't feel guilty if I killed him."

Ren Yingying's eyes shot out with a fiery anger, as if she wanted to burn the enemy in front of her with her eyes. The flawless face of the eighteen-nine-year-old youth was occupied by anger from the bottom of her heart. She looked like a beautiful and dangerous female leopard, and she shouted: "Then why don't you kill me together, you executioner!"

Zhao Boduan shrugged, took out a cloth towel, wrapped the sword body, moved back and forth, carefully wiped the blood on the sword body, and said, "I don't want to kill you, you can go."

He turned around and was about to leave this remote corner, thinking to you, would he tell you, I am not a person from this world, and no matter how many people I kill here, it is like killing monsters in the game? Besides, if I want to return to Earth in advance, I have to kill Zuo Lengchan and Ren Woxing.

Ren Yingying looked at the enemy who turned around, and the anger flashed in her eyes. She gently put down her father's body, stood up and shook her left sleeve at Zhao Boduan. Suddenly, the silver star flew happily towards his back and executed the order to kill.

This is the only black blood divine needle left on her body, because it is quite difficult to refine the poison on this needle. Even the elder of the Demon Cult not everyone has it, and she doesn't have it on her body.

Zhao Boduan was unhappy and seemed to be unprepared for his back, but in fact he was always on guard. Therefore, when the Black Blood Divine Needle attacked, the long sword was not unsheathed, and it drew a circle and a half, easily blocking all the hidden weapons.

He turned around and said, "I originally planned to let you go, but I didn't expect you to sneak attack me with the black blood needle. It seems that I can't let you go, otherwise I won't sleep well."

Ren Yingying stared at Zhao Boduan with red eyes, and gritted her teeth and shouted: "Don't you be hypocritical, come and kill me if you have the ability! I guess you can't kill me. My father was attacked by you and died. If you fight him head-on, you can kill your dog in ten moves."

At this moment, her father died. She had no relatives in the world. She was just concerned about venting the anger that was about to burst her lungs. She didn't even care about her own safety. She even felt in her heart that if she died with her father today, she would not have to spend the long second half of her life alone.

Zhao Boduan looked at Ren Yingying carefully. The bright and beautiful face was as bright as a lotus blooming. With a "ding", the sword was unsheathed, and his right foot stepped forward, crossed three feet away, and stabbed her shoulder. The sword was still so fast, bringing up a phantom.

Ren Yingying needed to take a lot of attention to see a physical long sword wrapped in a dazzling sword shadow, and her heart was like steaming boiling water, churning and surprised. Only when she really faced such a fast sword could she know the feeling of being unable to see the direction of the attack, and she knew why the famous Zuo Lengchan placed herself on the defense side, and understood her father's intention to ask her to leave quickly before she died - this man's sword was too fast and weird, and she was definitely not his opponent.

Ren Yingying no longer danced the silver chain because she knew that such a long silver chain was just a loophole for the terrifying enemy in front of her. Therefore, while dodging, she pulled towards her belt and a soft sword with a cold light shining towards her.

Zhao Boduan slid his sword forward and stabbed Ren Yingying's shiny eyes, avoiding Ren Yingying's soft sword and not fighting with it. Because the soft sword can be bent or straight, if its curved sword body is wrapped around, the sword move will inevitably be blocked.

He sighed in his heart that if he hadn't had enough internal strength, he wouldn't have made a killer move so quickly. Although Ren Yingying looked comparable to the big movie star Bingbing on Earth, she wouldn't be soft-hearted when facing the enemy, no matter how beautiful she was.

Ren Yingying felt her eyes swelling, knowing that it was warning and indicating danger. If it could not be blocked, her eyes would definitely not be able to be protected. The soft sword in her hand swung, and a "ding" sounded, blocking the sword that stabbed the eyes.

In just one minute, Zhao Bo brought out thirty-one swords, one sword after another. While it was extremely fast, the trajectory of the sword body was also unpredictable. What he held was not a sword but a ball of angry sword light, emitting a fatal beauty.

Beads of sweat oozed out from Ren Yingying's smooth forehead, and her fair face turned red, as if she had put on makeup. The soft sword in her hand also waved in an approximate direction, passively and struggling to defend the dense sword light. Just as she was getting more and more struggling to defend, she thought to herself: It seems that she is going to die at the hands of this person! Sorry, Dad, I couldn't avenge you.

After swinging the sword, Zhao Boduan felt a sense of indifference flashed in his heart. Because he knew that after this sword, the throat on Ren Yingying's slender neck would be cut open and life would disappear from her young and beautiful body. Whether it was going to heaven or underworld, there would be no such beautiful girl in the world.

But he still waved his sword. The girl in front of him was very cruel and ruthless. She could ask people to die without hesitation. As the saint of the Demon Sect, she could mobilize a lot of people and was a strong enemy that should not be underestimated.

It seemed like something was flying past in front of him. With a tinging sound, Zhao Boduan felt that the steel sword in his hand seemed to have been cut on a piece of extremely hard granite. He could not move forward and rebounded, slashing towards his shoulders, and was about to hurt himself. While he was shocked, he quickly stopped the sword.

Zhao Boduan looked at the sword carefully and found a small and smooth embroidery needle inserted three inches away from the sword tip. The sword body made of fine steel was pierced by this small embroidery needle, revealing a needle tip.

He felt scared that there was only one person in this world who made the embroidery needle so amazing, that is Dongfang Bubai. If this time pierced into his eyes, it would be difficult for him to resist, and his fate would be similar to this sword.

Zhao Boduan put his sword in his chest and made a defensive posture. While turning his head to look around, he shouted loudly: "It's really surprising that the leader of the Eastern Sect is here."

Ren Yingying looked at a sword light coming towards her throat very quickly, but she found that she could not stop her. She closed her eyes and waited for the arrival of death. After a while, she found that the expected death did not come. She opened her eyes and found that the guy who had just drawn the sword like a light was making a defensive posture, as if she was guarding something. She was very puzzled: Is this guy who only attacked his father crazy?

Then when Ren Yingying heard what the guy in blue clothes said loudly, she suddenly realized that Uncle Dongfang, who had always loved her, had come and saved her. She was extremely happy. She returned to the world from a ray of distance from death, and felt that life was so beautiful and the world was so wonderful. Not long ago, when Ren Woxing just died, the negative emotion in her heart flew out of the sky.

Ren Yingying cried under the violent fluctuations of her emotions: "Uncle Dongfang, my father is dead and was killed by this bad guy in a blue robe!"

A big red figure flashed quickly, like a red light, and in the blink of an eye it shot into this remote corner from the sky.

Zhao Boduan had already been very excited and was alert to the surroundings, but still couldn't see clearly what the ball of fast moving red light looked like. He was even more surprised. There were people in the world at such a fast speed!
Chapter completed!