Lin Bin went over and faced off against a strong man from the Qingmei Fox Clan.

This time, the armor on his body was scratched by the opponent's sword energy, and some places were already bleeding. But

He didn't care at all and continued to use his sword, just to kill the enemy, attacking but not defending."

Do you want to die? I will help you!" Qing

The eyes of the powerful Meihu clan member flashed with a murderous look. He

The speed of drawing the sword became even more weird. He was confident that he could kill this person's head within three moves.

At this moment, Lin Bin also felt death.

He knew that he was no match for this strong man from the Qingmei Fox Clan. If

If he retreats now, there is still a glimmer of hope. But

He did not retreat!

As an elite carefully selected from the Qinglong Riders, although he did not die in battle, he was already mentally prepared to die in battle!

Die for the Marquis, die to protect the little Marquis!

A worthy death!

"Little Marquis, let's go! Let's go!"

Lin Bin roared with all his strength, and with the green dragon sword in his hand, he no longer defended himself and became more fierce. "

You reckless man! Go to hell!" Qing

The disdain in the eyes of the powerful Meihu tribe became even stronger.

The power gap lies here. Fight

What's the use of life?

His sword, at an extremely tricky angle, avoided Lin Bin's long sword move and struck out.

He was about to stab Lin Bin in the throat.
Chapter completed!