"The secret treasure you are proud of is mine."

Lin Feng said, grabbing the golden glass tower in his hand from the air and put it into his Qiankun bag.

Seeing this scene,

The scene, which was originally a little noisy, instantly fell into a deadly quiet!

At this time, Old Jian struggled to get up from the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his expression was extremely gloomy, and said word by word:

"Lin Feng, you really unexpectedly! But you will definitely die tonight, and no one can save you!"

"Swish swish swish swish swish~"

I don't know when,

Seven old figures suddenly appeared on the dark night sky.

Each of these seven old figures held a three-foot long sword in his hand, which exuded a cold luster under the full moon!

"Seven Seven Swordsman!!!"

"The seven swords are combined into the world, and the sword energy is slashing the martial gods!!"

"The Seven Swordsmen are the super heritage of Mingjian Sect. I don't know how many strong men died under the hands of the seven of them!"
Chapter completed!