Lin Jie raised his foot again and trampled Zheng Feng's right arm into pieces.

In an instant, Zheng Feng was grimacing in pain, grinning, and blood gushed out from his mouth.

"Brother, save me."

He actually asked Pei Leng for help.

"Come on, come on."

Pei Leng finally regained his composure and waved to everyone.

"Cripple Mo Shan."

More than ten people unleashed the killing power of the Great Immortal, rushing towards Lin Jie like a net.

call out.

Suddenly, Lin Jie turned around and saw only a faint sword energy rising in the air.

Puff puff.

It was just a burst of sword energy. In an instant, the sword light soared into the sky, invincibly slashing a dozen of the great immortal disciples, causing them to lose their balance in mid-air and fall to the ground one after another.

Several of them were chopped into bloody pieces.

Pei Leng stood there with his eyes wide open, filled with sword rainbows, and his legs felt like they were filled with lead: "Old Chang must have given you a mysterious magic weapon."

Lin Jie looked down on a bunch of dead dogs: "Let's do this. You poop immediately and then eat poop. I promise that I won't cripple your hands, legs, and cultivation. If you don't do it, you can only be crippled."
Chapter completed!