"Shuai Lin!" Ye Kong raised his hand to catch the three drops of the blood of the venerable, and looked at Lin Shuai again, but his eyes were red and ready to split!

it's really like this!

countless years of accumulation! Countless years of waiting! Countless years of storage! For, just this moment, release!

and after the overwhelming sword light, it is death, withering and extinction!

Lin Shuai, who was young, was very old in an instant! A long head of snow-white hair, even paler in the night sky!

"Marshal Lin's fate is such that he can't help his master fight in the future!" Lin Shuai said, his body, crashing...