"Jue Dao, Feng Weeping Blood!"

Lin Qingxuan recognized the identity of the person at a glance.

Feng Qixue is a strong man from the older generation. He has been hidden from the world hundreds of years ago. Young people like Long Jiaojiao and Lin Feiyu have never even heard of his name, but this does not mean that he

Not strong.

On the contrary, he has not been born for hundreds of years, and it is unknown what kind of terrifying magical moves he has mastered.

Seeing the powerful enemy coming, Lin Qingxuan frowned, his face was solemn, and he said solemnly: "Feng Qixue, you are at the first level of transcending tribulation. Now Taoist Antian is seriously injured. You two may not be my opponent together!"

After hearing this, before Feng Qixue could speak, a new voice came from the darkness:

"Master Lin, what if you add me?"

Following this voice, an invisible murderous intention suddenly emerged, completely locking the bodies of everyone in the venue.

Lin Qingxuan and Ye Fan were okay, but Long Jiaojiao and others were stiff, their vests were soaked with cold sweat, and they couldn't move.

"Who is it? Since you are here, why bother being so sneaky?"

Lin Qingxuan's voice was like thunder, and his words contained unparalleled pressure.

He knew that at times like this, he couldn't show any cowardice.

After a while, a figure appeared five hundred meters to the west.

The man was dressed in rich clothes, with a handsome face and tender skin. He looked very young. He didn't look like someone from the devil's path, but rather like a young man born into a noble family.

He also held a folding fan in his hand, with a graceful and extraordinary bearing.

But if you look carefully, you will see that the picture on the folding fan is full of white bones, corpses are strewn across the field, blood is flowing in rivers, and it seems that countless resentful souls are howling.

"Young Master Seductive, are you here too?!"
Chapter completed!