In the light curtain, Xu Feng is holding a blood drinking knife, just like the God of war coming to the world. One knife is to break the blade power of Qingsong. The whole Xianshui mountain is in a strong shock. In the surrounding vision, there are many disciples who are shocked.

Zhu Hong's eyelids were lifted angrily. He frowned and said, "stop them, or I don't know how many innocents they will hurt!"

"elder Zhu, you've already said that you can't catch up. If we go now, they're afraid that they've finished!"

said the Fudi immortal.

Zhu Hong's face was ugly: "no, for the safety of other disciples, hurry...