Yin Lan sighed helplessly.

"Our boss, you can also see him? Who do you think you are?"

The bald man suddenly burst out with energy.

This is a person who is even more powerful than the ninth level of perfection.

Feng Lin felt that the spirit stone absorbed by the opponent must be more than one hundred tons.

"troublesome!"

Yin Lan's hand was grasped on the hilt of the sword.

Jingle bell! Jingle bell…

Around him, time seemed to stand still, and there was a brief silence.

The next moment, the bald head's body was shaken violently, his armor was torn apart, and he vomited blood and flew backwards.

Boom!

The bald head hit the mountain in the distance, and countless pieces of gravel rolled down from the mountain.

"You can obviously speak well."

After Yin Lan finished speaking, he continued walking deeper.

"What the hell! What's going on?"

Ye Yourong's voice was a little confused. After being reminded by Feng Lin just now, she concentrated on observing the sword on her waist.

But we could only see him drawing and sheathing his sword, and couldn't tell how many times he swung it in between.

"I didn't see anything normal, only three swords."

Feng Lin was also observing carefully, and this time he saw it clearly.
Chapter completed!