This sword was full of strength without any reservation.

But the sword tip touched the flesh and made a crisp sound of "ding".

The sword is broken!

Lin Zifeng raised his sword grid and opened the two golden maces that were smashed down. He turned around and smiled grimly, cursing:

"The mantis arm is in a chariot!"

Then he cut back with a sword, but Shangguan Lingye grabbed the blade.

Zuo Lingquan took the opportunity to escape, switched out his magic sword, and wanted to attack Lin Zifeng again.

But at this moment, a sound suddenly came from the rain curtain that covered the sky with dark clouds:

"Boy, I will help you!"

After the words came, a sword came east!

In the dim mountains and fields in the east, an object wrapped in black mist sped over, pressing towards the towering peaks with nearly vast sword intent.

The three of them fought were all condensed.

Shangguan Lingye's face suddenly changed. He thought that a master had taken action from the dark and wanted to pull Zuo Lingquan away.

But what surprised the two of them was that the things flying over did not have any power to destroy the world. Looking closely, it was a sword.

The sword is three feet six long, the sword edge is ink black, and the shape is simple. I don’t know how many years have been buried underground, but it is still as bright as new. In the vast sword intent, it has the sharpness that can kill all enemies in the world.

Lin Zifeng has seen this sword!

But I don’t know, this is an immortal sword!

"Thank you Senior!"

Lin Zifeng was full of surprise and did not understand why the swordsman who had only met one time helped him to help him solve the situation. However, the situation was in crisis and he could not bear to think about it carefully. He quickly turned around and ran towards the long sword.

But soon, Lin Zifeng's ruthlessness and a little confusion on his face stopped.
Chapter completed!