Xue Jin spat out a mouthful of blood and stepped back several steps. His face was pale and bloodless, and his whole body was frozen and stiff, shivering.

There was deep fear in his eyes, and he was horrified!

If he hadn't sacrificed this magical weapon given to him by his ancestors at the critical moment, I'm afraid he would have been instantly killed by Lin Hai at this moment!

"Eh?!"

Lin Hai was surprised for a while, staring at the bloody sword above Xue Jin's head, and couldn't help but be secretly surprised.

"What a sword!"

Lin Hai couldn't help but secretly sigh, in that cold current just now, he used the method of mysterious ice.

Moreover, Lin Hai's current Taoist practice lasted for more than ten thousand years and was extremely powerful.

Even the head of the Xue family in the late Mahayana period could not resist due to negligence.

But even so, it was still chopped into pieces by Xue Jin's bloody sword.

Lin Hai immediately concluded that this bloody sword was definitely an immortal weapon!

"Lin Hai, suffer death!"

Seeing that Xue Jin had escaped death, the head of the Xue family let out a sigh of relief. He would never give Lin Hai another chance. He immediately rose up, and with a huge palm print, with a pressure as heavy as a mountain, it suddenly fell towards Lin Hai.
Chapter completed!