Chapter 1625

As if sensing the change of the girl, the monk in black lowered his head and looked at the girl he held in his hand like a chicken.

At the same time, the girl also raised her head with bright eyes and clear eyes.

They are only two steps away from the diabolo master.

At the moment when the monk in black took back his eyes, the girl's eyes suddenly changed. It was almost desperate madness, mixed with a trace of absurdity that even she couldn't understand.

Pop!

She grabbed the knife in one hand.

The corner of the monk in black's mouth was slightly raised. He didn't understand what the girl wanted to do, but for him, it was just a kitten scratching its claws. He didn't bother to pay attention.

Such as diabolo master, Yunhe and others also found Ren Jinger's behavior, either sneering or shaking his head.

"I still don't admit defeat... What a hot temper." master diabolo narrowed his eyes and greedily looked at Ren Jinger's beautiful face.

Just then, Ren jing'er gave a loud shout, waved her arm, threw the scabbard and drew the knife!

A silver light flashed. It was the color of the blade. It was a Taoist pill skill that didn't even reach the mana level.

The friar in black didn't look at it. He just stretched out a finger and gently clicked on Ren jing'er's knife.

Feel the finger falling from the sky, like the top of the mountain and blocking out the sun. Ren Jinger's whole body is soft and suffocated to faint at any time. She didn't know why she cut the helpless knife, just because she was unwilling? Or because of the magical voice of the man in white who can only be seen by himself.

WOW!

Above countless levels, among the overwhelming pressure, only the girl's hand and the knife in her hand rise against the sky.

Dao mang finally touched the finger of the monk in black.

Ren jing'er closed her eyes. Just then, a sad and painful roar sounded in her ear.

Quickly opened his eyes, Ren jing'er saw that the monk in black was covering his broken wrist - his whole palm, including the outstretched finger, was cut to pieces by his father's short blade, fell to the ground and was rotting bit by bit.

Soon, the decay continued to the broken wrist of the monk in black, and spread upward bit by bit. Finally, most of his arms were riddled with holes, and in the twinkling of an eye they were scattered, broken and rotten.

This... What's going on!

Ren jing'er looked at the scene in shock. Her brain stopped for a moment. Gradually, her eyes fell on the twisted ugly runes on the blade of the short knife, and her heart beat faster.

Buzz!

After a short absence of consciousness, the young geniuses of the jade God alliance burst open the pot. Their expressions were shocked, dignified and afraid. They looked at Ren Jinger with strange and strange eyes.

Even if Ren jing'er has a pill to improve her strength in a short time, she can only return to the virtual realm at most. How can she hurt the strong in the true realm! Not to mention directly abolishing one arm of the strong in the Zhendao realm!

The only possibility is that there is something wrong with the short knife in her hand.

"Master... Master diabolo, what's the situation!"

Yunhe slipped back two steps, swallowed his saliva, looked at master diabolo and asked nervously.

"This, this, this... How is this possible..."

Compared with anyone present, the diabolo master's reaction was more intense, even more than the black friar who was in pain.

Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong... Master diabolo's heart beat wildly, and the whole person seemed to be stupid. His face twitched rapidly, and he stared at Ren jing'er's short knife in shock, greed, fear and bewilderment.

"Master... What's going on?" Yunhe felt a little uneasy.

Seeing that the diabolo master, who has always been revered by himself, is shocked, Yunhe is very uncomfortable.

"Damn... Dead woman... I'll kill you!"

The black Friar's right arm has been cut off, and his whole right shoulder has been fragmented, and is still spreading downward. People are not human, ghosts are not ghosts, which makes people scared.

Roaring, the friar in black rushed to Ren jing'er and exerted his power with his left hand. There was anger and a trace of fear in his red eyes.

As soon as the monk in Black got up, Ren Jinger was almost fainted. He knelt down on his back.

Between life and death, she clenched her teeth and waved a short knife a few steps away.

"Be careful! Don't go!"

Master diabolo didn't seem to react until now. He gave a big drink, but it was too late.

A mysterious Shenhua flew out of Ren jing'er's knife tip and shot at the monk in black.

Shenhua swept through the air, and the void burst into pieces. Almost everyone trembled under Shenhua, except Ren Jinger.

"No......" the friar in black shouted desperately.

Shenhua drowned him, swallowed him, finally melted into residue and slowly dispersed.

"Er..."

Ren jing'er lowered her head and looked at her father's last relic.

It is still the short knife that has accompanied me for many years, but at this moment, it has become different.

"It's the knife." Yunhe took another step back and looked at Ren jing'er's knife in horror like the other geniuses of the jade God alliance.

Nearby, the diabolo master's eyes twinkled with an inexplicable look, crazy and dignified. He suddenly asked, "female doll, who gave you this knife?"

"My father," Ren Jinger said subconsciously, but she regretted it.

"Your father? He is also a Tianmen friar? It turns out that there are also Tianmen strongmen in this domain." there was a hint of kindness in master diabolo's tone.

Friar Tianmen?

Ren jing'er didn't speak, but the man in white in the attic floated in her mind.

"Friar Tianmen..." Yunhe was surprised. His expression was complex and his face was slightly red. Then he suddenly remembered something and said to master diabolo: "master... Both her parents died."

"Hmm..." master diabolo's eyes flashed a hesitation, nodded slightly and didn't speak.

"Unfortunately, you are not firm enough. Otherwise, you can catch him and turn the situation around."

Luo Chuan's voice echoed in the girl's ear.

Ren jing'er looks at the diabolo master who has been protected by Tuan Tuan and bites her teeth secretly.

If she had been more resolute, after cutting off the strong man in black, she could seize the diabolo master and take him as a hostage.

At present, she has consumed too much strength by splitting two knives, and the remaining strength can only be shot again at most.

"You have another chance. This chance is your last and only chance."

Hearing the speech, Ren jing'er showed a firm color on her face and silently said in her heart... Tell me, what should I do?

"Very Jane. Dare you kill?"

Ren Jinger was stunned.

"Hehe, didn't you kill someone just now? Just this time, you need to kill more... In fact, there are not many, just hundreds of monks."

Several... Hundreds of people

Ren Jinger was completely stunned... Hundreds of people... Not much? Who the hell are you? Why help me? You changed my father's knife... You're so powerful, why don't you do it yourself!

"I won't do anything to them... I'm just a person who can help you fulfill your wishes."

Don't kill yourself... Let me kill, hum!

Ren Jinger did not understand the meaning of Luochuan dialect, but her sense of Luochuan has changed.

Nine times out of ten, the man in white is also a friar of Tianmen! Like master Yunhe! He didn't do it himself, perhaps because he didn't want to be exposed. Nine times out of ten, he was chased by strong enemies, or he didn't want to have a head-on conflict with master Yunhe! Think about it. Although they are both Tianmen friars, how can Tianmen friars in Tiannan domain compare with Tianmen friars in jade God domain. Besides, he is so young. Master Yunhe is much older than him. Naturally, he is even more powerful! But anyway, he is one of his own!

Ren jing'er took these thoughts around in her mind, but the mysterious man didn't say a word, and became more and more firm in Ren jing'er's conjecture.

The only chance... Where is the chance? Kill hundreds of people... Where are the hundreds?

While Ren Jinger was thinking hard, a trace of non-compliance suddenly appeared in her heart.

Pop!

Her right hand holding the knife was hit, and a strange force came, like an invisible claw, grasping the handle of the knife.

"Don't..."

Ren Jinger shouted.

The dagger flew out and fell into the hands of another person.

The man stepped on the cloud seat and flew from the west, wearing a silver armor, followed by more than 300 murderous monks riding Jiaoma.

"Give it back to me! My father gave it to me!"

Ren jing'er's face changed greatly. This short knife is her only dependence at present.

Without this magical knife, there is no chance!

"Good Dao... This is a magic weapon with black patterns?" friar silver armour stroked the short Dao with his eyes burning.