It was Feng Ling, whose expression seemed to have changed slightly at this moment, and he looked at Qin Xuan in surprise.

The wings of wind and thunder tremble, the eight desolate battle bodies appear, and the twelve evergreen techniques.

Cutting thunder with one sword!

In an instant, Qin Xuan appeared behind Feng Ling.

Qin Xuan's sword was not stained with blood, but the Feng Ling body seemed to be stagnant.

Immediately, a faint crack appeared on Feng Ling's neck.

His fairyland body was annihilated into nothingness by the sword energy.

The world between heaven and earth is as quiet as death, with only white clothes weighing down the world.

Qin Xuan held his sword and looked at the immortal gate calmly.

The thin lips were slightly parted, and there were only two words!
Chapter completed!