In front of Qiao Lin, several whips hit Xu Feng like vipers. The whips converged with spirit burst out a terrifying force, and the void began to shake under this force.

"binding..."

Qiao Lin burst out to drink. The whip turned around and shot at Xu Feng. The horrible whip surrounded Xu Feng in all directions, sending out the breath of palpitation.

Xu Feng retreated to avoid it, but the terror of the whip made Qiao Lin avoid it. Can only meet up, sharp sword appears in the hand, continuously a sword shadow. At the same time, Xu Feng's soul power gushed out, condensed out a path of lightning, bombarded...