Shao Huanyang lost face in front of Feng Chenglin. At this time, what he most wanted to do was to kill a group of people and find some face back.

When the voice fell to the ground, the scimitar also shot instantly.

At that moment, Jin Laosan grabbed Ling Luoyu's hand: "Protect me!"

He grabbed her by the wrist and quickly backed away.

Ling Luoyu: "..."

What is this guy doing?

Protect him? !

Although she didn't spend much time in contact with Jin Daniel, it can be seen that if it is true that life and death are reached, he is not a counselor seeking to be protected.

Now, how do you call her to protect him?

I was wondering in my heart, and suddenly saw the people around her passing by her like crazy, thinking about Shao Huanyang.

But Jin Daniel's eyes suddenly became loose at this moment.

As ifthe soul was out of the body, his eyes were half-distracted.

When Shao Huanyang raised his scimitar and killed it for the second time, Feng Chenglin also released his blue clothes again, preparing for another re-kill.

What a thought--

"kill!"

The people who stood still after Yuan himself suddenly rushed up in a tacit understanding and passed him.

Feng Chenglin's movements suddenly froze: "..."

What are they doing?

Rushing upwards with such a big rhythm is not going to kill you, right?

Whatever happened, they had to be separated and couldn't get together.

If people's scimitars fly around in a single spin, wouldn't these people properly give away their heads! ?

Frustrated, the person in front had already killed Shao Huanyang.

And Yin Jiu and He Huo, both left and right, grabbed his arm, and squeezed from the crowd that swarmed forward to the rear.

"These people have hatred with the **** master, or did Shao Huanyang pick up their ancestor's coffin board? Why do they rush up like this?" Feng Chenglin stood there dumbfounded.

Shao Huanyang, who was surrounded by the crowd, was like a rotten egg being spotted by a fly, and his entire body was obliterated by the head.

Densely dense and airtight.

If these people pull out one at random, it is also a stomping role, and the world will shake.

Even though Shao Huanyang's cultivation is higher than theirs, he can't stand the crowd.

Moreover, these people worked desperately and played in a desperate way. For a while, Shao Huanyang was also trapped and couldn't get away.

Only the shadow of the person can be seen, the scimitar flies.

With the scimitar bursting out, there was endless blood and endless screams.

But these screams didn't make them feel a little bit scared. It was still the kind of desperate style of play. Even if there were injuries on the body, they would rush up like moths to the fire.

To be honest, this style of play completely shocked Feng Chenglin.

I always feel that something is wrong, a bit weird.

"they"

If it wasn't for a common unwavering belief, or it's a wicked one!

Otherwise, how can anyone not know the pain, or even rush up without fear of death! ?

Yin nineteen poked his shoulder: "Over there..."

Looking along his fingers, I saw the golden bull next to Ling Luoyu, with his head held up, looking at the sky motionlessly.

"Old man?" Feng Chenglin walked over and fetched in doubt: "What's wrong with the old man..."

Before getting closer, Ling Luoyu raised his hand and stopped him abruptly with a gentle force.

"Don't touch him!"

At this time, Feng Chenglin saw the strangeness of Jin Daniel.

His eyes proved to be weird gray-brown, misty and without pupils.

"...Fuck..."

This is the only shock word that Fengchenglin can find.