The more you fight, the harder you struggle, and the more you get, the more you get scared.

Chen Feiyu's strength was completely beyond his imagination.

"Chen Feiyu is so young, and his cultivation is even deeper than mine. He is such a freak. How did he practice? Could it be that he started practicing in the womb?"

Dao Bo was sweating coldly on his forehead, knowing that if he continued to fight, he would definitely lose. He already had the intention to retreat in his heart, and his eyes kept watching left and right, secretly planning a route to escape.

His expression changes all came into Chen Feiyu's eyes.

"I said that even though you are the patron saint of the Zuo family in Zhongyue Province, in my eyes, you are still as small as dust!"

Suddenly, Chen Feiyu fluttered his palm and slapped the back of Chunyang Dao, quickly returning the internal strength on the knife to Hongmeng.

Dao Bo only felt that the sword was empty and he was not good. He didn't have time to withdraw the knife and retreat. Suddenly, two white and slender fingers pinched into the sword technique and pressed it on Dao Bo's heart quickly. At the finger of the sword technique, a sword energy shone faintly.

Dao Bo's face turned pale in an instant, and was shrouded in a threat of death. He didn't even dare to move. He could only say sternly and sarcastically: "Chen Feiyu, if you dare to kill me, the Zuo family of Zhongyuesheng would never let you go..."

"Your threat is nothing more than a pale and powerless begging for mercy." Chen Feiyu pointed his sword at Dao Bo's chest, looked down on him and said, "I said that after today, the Zuo family will no longer have a guardian god!"

After saying that, Chen Feiyu pointed at the finger and erupted violently. With a "puff", a sharp sword energy penetrated through Dao Bo's heart, and blood splashed out instantly!

Dao Bo couldn't believe that Chen Feiyu would actually kill him.

The next moment, Dao Bo fell down softly, and a generation of masters and powerful men, the guardian saint of the Zuo family in Zhongyuesheng, fell in Miaotian Water Pavilion!

Zhou Yuexin was surprised and happy: "Bo Dao is a middle-level master. He is high-ranking master, who comes and goes freely, and is like a god. He was actually killed by Chen Feiyu, and it was so easy to kill. Mr. Chen is really a god!"

Immediately afterwards, Zhou Yuexin remembered that Lu Baoyu had given her to Chen Feiyu, and Chen Feiyu taught her how to sword skills. Her face was rosy, and she felt both longing and joyful.

Lu Enyang and Ma Hongxin opened their mouths in shock, with an incredible look on their faces. It turned out that Dao Bo's powerful and terrifying strength had been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Unexpectedly, Chen Feiyu's strength was so easily killed by Chen Feiyu. How terrifying was Chen Feiyu's strength?

Ma Hongxin was even more scared and secretly decided to call her father later and remind her father not to come to Chen Feiyu to take revenge, otherwise, the end of the demise of the Ma family in Pinghua City will definitely be the end!

Although Chi Lian was full of confidence in Chen Feiyu, he was still full of surprise when he saw Chen Feiyu successfully killing the Empress Dao Bo, and his eyes were filled with the light of admiration.

Lu Baoyu's eyes lit up, and then he pointed his fingers on the strings of the piano and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Among these people, the one who fears the most is definitely Zuo Baixuan. Dao Bo died and lost to Chen Feiyu on a bet, so Zuo Baixuan's life was also lost to Chen Feiyu.

Suddenly, Zuo Baixuan remembered that he nodded and asked Dao Bo to agree. He originally thought that it would be easy to defeat or even kill Chen Feiyu with Dao Bo's powerful strength, but he did not expect that Dao Bo would be killed by Chen Feiyu in public.

Thinking of this, Zuo Baixuan wanted to give himself a big shot!

Suddenly, Chen Feiyu turned around and looked at Zuo Baixuan.

At a glance, there is murderous intent!

Zuo Baixuan shivered suddenly, and a feeling of fear surged from the bottom of his heart. He said with a stern look on his face: "Chen Feiyu, you have already killed Dao Bo, and I have my arm cut off by you. What else do you want to do?"

"What do I want to do?" Chen Feiyu chuckled, took a step forward, and walked slowly towards Zuo Baixuan. While walking, he said: "I just took your life as a bet. You lost. Your knife and your life are mine now. What do you think I want to do?"

Zuo Baixuan immediately took a deep breath and said dryly: "The Pure Yang Knife is a peerless treasure knife that our Zuo family has passed down for more than 300 years. It can cut iron like mud, blow hair and cut hair, and the blade body is strong, which adds to the momentum of the knife. Otherwise, you leave the knife and let me go. After all, I was cut off one of my arms by you, and I am like a useless person. Even if you keep me, it will be of no use to you."
Chapter completed!