"You are so old that you have to force my aunt to kill you, right? OK, then you can just die for me."

Swish!

The scream spread, and the overwhelming sword light suddenly appeared, covering Yan Ming, the strongest person in the Shendi Sect.

The vast and continuous blade pierced the heaven and the earth, tore apart the sky, split the sun and the moon, and after only a few breaths, a scream came from it.

Then, a figure's chest was torn open by the sword's edge, and he flew backwards spurting out a torrent of blood.

That was Yanming, he was injured, and seriously injured.

Everyone looked back unconsciously. At first glance, they saw Yan Ming covered in colorful paint, spitting blood and falling to the ground. This shocked everyone.

At this time, Feng Jueyu saw an opportunity: "If you dare to be distracted in a fight with me, you will lose a few more heads."

Whoosh!

The sword swept across and several heads flew up.

When some people on the periphery who had not participated in the battle saw this scene, they were all shocked by Feng Jueyu and Zui Hongyan.
Chapter completed!