The more Dao Bo fights, the more strenuous he becomes, and the more he fights, the more frightened he becomes.

Chen Feiyu's strength completely exceeded his imagination.

"Chen Feiyu is so young, but his cultivation is deeper than mine. What a weirdo. How did he practice? Is it possible that he started practicing Kung Fu since he was still in his mother's womb?"

Cold sweat broke out on Dao Bo's forehead. He knew that if he continued to fight, he would definitely be defeated. He already had the intention to retreat in his heart. He kept looking to the left and right, secretly planning an escape route.

The changes in his demeanor were all in Chen Feiyu's eyes.

"I said, 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 slapped the back of the Chunyang sword with a light palm, quickly returning the internal energy on the sword to Hongmeng.

The sword uncle only felt that the power of the sword was gone, and he felt something was wrong. Before he had time to withdraw the sword and retreat, suddenly, two white and slender fingers formed a sword secret and pressed it against the sword uncle's heart very quickly, and at the fingertips of the sword secret, there was a

The sword energy shimmered faintly.

Uncle Dao's face instantly turned livid, and he was enveloped by the threat of death. He didn't even dare to move. He could only say with a stern face: "Chen Feiyu, if you dare to kill me, the Zuo family of Zhongyue Province will never let you go..."

"Your threat is just a feeble plea for mercy." Chen Feiyu put his sword finger on Uncle Dao's chest and said with a stern look, "I said, after today, there will be no guardian angel of the Zuo family!"

After saying that, Chen Feiyu's sword energy erupted violently from his fingertips, and with a "pop" sound, a sharp sword energy penetrated through Dao Bo's heart, and blood splashed out instantly!

Even before his death, Uncle Dao could not believe that Chen Feiyu would actually kill him.

The next moment, Dao Bo fell down softly. The powerful master of the generation, the patron saint of the Zuo family in Zhongyue Province, fell into the Miaotian Waterside Pavilion!

Zhou Yuexin was surprised and delighted: "Uncle Dao is a strong middle-level master. He is high above, can come and go freely, and exists like a god. The master-level strongman was actually killed by Chen Feiyu, and he was killed so easily. Mr. Chen is really

God!"

Immediately afterwards, Zhou Yuexin remembered that Lu Baoyu had given her to Chen Feiyu, and that Chen Feiyu taught her sword skills. Her face turned rosy, and her heart was filled with longing and joy.

Lu Enyang and Ma Hongxin opened their mouths in shock, with incredible expressions on their faces. The powerful and terrifying strength of Dao Bo had already been deeply rooted in people's hearts. Who would have thought that they could be killed so easily by Chen Feiyu? How terrifying is Chen Feiyu's strength?

?

Ma Hongxin was even more frightened, and secretly decided that she would call her father later and tell him not to come to Chen Feiyu for revenge, otherwise, the Ma family in Pinghua City would definitely be destroyed in the end!

Although Chi Lian was full of confidence in Chen Feiyu, after seeing Chen Feiyu successfully kill Dao Bo, his heart was still full of surprises, and his eyes shone with admiration.

Lu Baoyu's eyes lit up, and then he fiddled with the strings with his delicate fingers, a bitter smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

Among these people, the one who fears the most is definitely Zuo Baixuan. If Uncle Dao dies and loses the bet to Chen Feiyu, Zuo Baixuan's life will also be lost to Chen Feiyu.

Suddenly, Zuo Baixuan remembered that he had taken the initiative to nod and asked Uncle Dao to agree. He originally thought that with Uncle Dao's strong strength, it would be easy to defeat or even kill Chen Feiyu. Who would have thought that Uncle Dao would be beaten by Chen Feiyu in front of everyone?

Killed.

Thinking of this, Zuo Baixuan wished he could give himself a slap in the face!

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

One glance and the murderous intention is approaching!

Zuo Baixuan suddenly shuddered, and a feeling of fear surged from the bottom of his heart. He said with a serious expression: "Chen Feiyu, you have already killed the swordsman, and you have cut off my arm. What else do you want to do?"

"What do I want to do?" Chen Feiyu chuckled, stepped forward, and walked slowly towards Zuo Baixuan. As he walked, he said: "I just used your life as a bet. You lost, your knife, and your life."

, it’s all mine now, what do you think I want to do?”

Zuo Baixuan suddenly took a breath of cold air and said with a dry smile: "The Chunyang Sword is a peerless sword that our Zuo family has inherited for more than three hundred years. It can cut iron like mud, blow hair and break hair, and the blade has a strong evil spirit, which adds to the power of the sword.

, How about you keep the knife and let me go? After all, you cut off one of my arms and I am already a useless person. Even if you keep me, I will be of no use to you."
Chapter completed!