"Black Knife, stop!" The voice of Mo Shanshi, the master of Fuxi Valley Valley, sounded at this time, with a little surprise and surprise in the voice.

Shadow scattered.

Black Knife stood in place, very close to Fang Miao. The long knife in her hand was pressing against Fang Miao's throat. There was still undry blood dripping on it.

"Hiss!" Almost all the disciples of the sect took a breath of air at this moment. If they were just curious about the Black Knife just now, then their impression of the Black Knife is that they are a little cold behind them.

Too fast!

Just one move made Fang Miao, the top genius of the Yin-Yang Palace, defeated, and was seriously injured and powerless.

Who is this black knife?!

"It's interesting!" Daohun's body stood up again at this moment, looking at Fang Miao, who was already covered in blood, had a pale face, and was half kneeling on the ground, and his fists were subconsciously pinched.

A young disciple who had been trained by him for three months was deposed after one move on the field. Moreover, it was Jiudingshan who destroyed Fang Miao. It was unlikely that Daohun could not have any anger at all.

"It seems that something happened to the Sixth Elder." At this moment, Dao Xin, who had been sitting next to Daohun, finally spoke. Then, her eyes slowly turned behind her and nodded slightly to the figure wearing a Yin-Yang mask behind her.
Chapter completed!