Of course, Jian Yong will not sit still and wait for death.

Suddenly, Jian Yong swung his sword to meet him angrily.

clang!

The sword's sharp edge was sonorous, and the sword was completely outmatched. The sword flew away.

Jian Rushi's eyes showed murderous intent, and he took advantage of the situation to pursue him. With a wave of sword power like a violent storm, he angrily greeted Jian Yong.

Jian Yong resisted hastily, and the sword energy cut through the flesh and blood.

The sword is like poetry with absolute suppression, the sword is flowing across the sky, and the flow is endless.

Suddenly!

The sword flashed and blood splattered.

"Ah~"

Jiantong screamed in pain, broke his arm with a sword, and the sword fell to the ground sadly.

"die!"

The sword is like poetry and the face is like frost. With a sharp sword, the sword is brave to kill.

"Senior sister, spare your life!"

Jian Yong was so frightened that he fell to his knees and looked pitiful.

After all, they had worked together day and night for many years. Faced with Jian Yong's begging for mercy, Jian Rushi's killing power paused slightly.

At the moment Jian Rushi hesitated, Jian Yong suddenly showed a fierce look in his eyes, a short dagger slipped from his hand, and he slashed towards Jian Rushi's throat viciously.

Just as he was about to succeed, a cold voice penetrated his mind: "I told you, don't treat me like air!"

"Well!"

Jian Yong's face turned pale and his heart was ashen.

Bang!

Jian Yong's body and soul were shattered, and he didn't even have a chance to scream.

Of course, Lin Chen also took away Jian Yong's soul, and then said meaningfully to Jian Rushi: "If the wolf turns back, he will be even more vicious. You must not be merciful towards the enemy!"

"Forehead…"
Chapter completed!