"I hope so."

Feng Jue's mood is a little more stable, and then he turns to leave. Lin Zhen looks at him and doesn't stop him.

I can only pray that nothing happened.

Otherwise, he would make a scene and provoke the old swordsman, and the eight sects would suffer from their own misfortune.

"Elder Lin, who is uncle Feng's younger brother?"

Several elders of Longmai state nearby asked. Lin Zhen was a little stunned, and nobody knew the name of sword Jingtian.

Time flies. Eighteen years have passed in the blink of an eye.

"Who else There are so many masters in the three lists that I can't imagine.

"I've said that I'm the funerary childe. Whoever blocks me today will die." Lin Yun only said a word, then directly took the lead in the past.

Qin Tian and Zhang Yan are shocked. It's hard to tell the truth from the false for a while. I don't know why Lin Yun is so arrogant.

But vaguely, I feel the blood boiling and excited.

This is the swordsman. Even if he is single, he has no fear in the face of the eight sects.

All of a sudden, they shivered, like falling into an ice cave.

Looking up, I don't know when Lin Yun has stopped.

In front of the mountain road, there is a big school of disciples guarding, a shadow, silver fir ragged, covered with blood, in a mess kneeling to the ground.

Qin Tian and Qin Tian were shocked. It was Jiang Lishen, the master of Fuyun sword clan!

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