And another young Great Martial Master at the Peak of Eighth Layer had several sword wounds, deep enough to reveal bone, even having part of his arm severed by Sword Qi, grievously injured, yet he did not die.
"Wind Demon Breaking Heaven!"
Having failed to kill his opponent with one strike, Lin Feng delivered another, a peerless Sword Light piercing the void, instantly passing through the young man's back.
That young Great Martial Master at the Eighth Layer immediately fell to the ground, dead.
Having killed several people, Lin Feng let out a slight sigh of relief.
A sweetness in his throat, another mouthful of fresh blood sprayed out, Lin Feng's complexion pale as paper.
"You little bastard, you're courting death!"
Far away in the sky, Hong Li, who was fiercely battling Luo Ming, also noticed the situation here and roared furiously, ready to come in for another kill.
