The Ancestral Sword Monument disappeared, and Lin Xiaogui let her go. Her friends had flown out long ago, and she was the only one left here.

Lin Jianjia suffered a flesh wound. She took it internally and externally on the spot, and used a lot of top-notch magic elixirs of order. The puncture wounds on her thighs, arms and abdomen healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Likewise, no one dared to approach Lin Jianjia because her expression was too gloomy.

The long black and white hair spread out, making her look like a crazy woman, with a face as gloomy as black water.

She even still holds her weapon in her hand!

When Li Tianming left, he glanced at her, rolled his eyes, patted Lin Xiaogui on the shoulder, and said, "Brother, retreat."

As soon as the two of them turned around, a cold breath came from behind them.

Lin Jianjia, with disheveled hair and a long sword in hand, came towards them. At the same time, she said in a sinister voice: "Stop."

It's a pity that Li Tianming is too lazy to care about her.

This kind of 'genius' who can't afford to lose is the most difficult to deal with.

Just as they were minding their own business and leaving, they suddenly heard Lin Jianjia scream.
Chapter completed!