Qiu Wuyang planned and calculated everything, linked it all, so that the Xuanyuan Sword Sect had no chance of survival.

ah!

At this moment, a long roar came from below, penetrated into the sky.

Lin Xueyi and others couldn't help but look in that direction.

There, Feng Wuji and Duanmulin were fighting.

But at this time, Feng Wuji was completely defeated, his body was covered in blood, and his arm was broken by Duanmulin's palm.

"Haha, Feng Wuji, what is the number one person in the Xuanyuan Sword Sect? What are the six masters of the scorching sun? They are just a waste. If I were born a few years earlier, how could you have the right to stand out."

Duanmulin laughed loudly, his breath was as crazy as he was, and his cultivation level actually reached the fourth level of Wuzong.

boom!

Duanmulin slashed out with a knife, and Feng Wuji barely resisted it, and was bombarded thousands of meters, with blood squirting from his mouth.

"Wuji!"

At high altitude, Lin Xueyi was extremely worried.

"Hehe, Lin Xueyi, you have already been defeated. Even the younger generation, the genius of my Duanmu family is enough to crush you. Xuanyuan Sword Sect should have been a strange master."
Chapter completed!