Lin Fenglin's blood red eyes looked at the five people who had been killed by his own move, and couldn't help shaking his head secretly, "it's still too weak!" As Lin Fenglin thought of it, he looked up at the man who had run away from the door for a long time. Lin Fenglin was not in the mood to pursue. His blood red eyes were slowly recovering. Now Lin Fenglin is just like two people before him.

Lin Fenglin reaches for his Fenglin sword, looks at Wang Lin who is still recovering Zhenyuan, and reaches for a piece of Zhenyuan to fight into Wang Lin's body to help him...