"I would dare to kill even your young master, let alone a shrimp soldier like you?" Fang Yu sneered.

Between the words, another sword slashed out.

"Ahhh...boom!"

Luo's eyes widened and he let out a final scream.

Then, his body was shattered into pieces by a violent sword energy coming from the front.

A large amount of blood energy is absorbed by the blood-drinking demon-drawing sword.

"Buzz buzz..."

The blood-drinking demon-drawing sword's sword intent becomes more violent and bloodthirsty.

After solving the fall, Fang Yu turned his head and looked to the side.

There are still many temple deacons who have not been cleared away.

"I, I accept your conditions! Accept! Let me go! Let them go!"

At this time, Jingyue, who was held in his hands, screamed miserably.

His voice was almost tearing, and there was even a cry in it.

The extreme pain and the sight before him made him completely despair.

This group of his men... couldn't defeat Han Daoyu and Zhao Chengfeng in front of them!
Chapter completed!