Chu Feng's voice was as calm as the wind, but this wind was as clear as the wind of death.

The soul that was shattered through.

Thorn! Thorn!

The long sword in Chu Feng's hand flew out.

A powerful sword energy was about to die and cut it directly from the top of the head into two petals!

Even the soul that died was completely obscured!

Yu He's eyes even maintained a look of disbelief and horror.

It lasted for only one second.

Yu He's entire body burst instantly and turned into a blood mist!

The ancestor's fist disciple, the inner sect's great disciple, died!

The mountain wind is bleak, like sob, and there is a dead silence!
Chapter completed!