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

As he finished speaking, the scimitar took action instantly.

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

He grabbed her wrist and quickly retreated.

Ling Luoyu: "..."

What is this guy doing?

Protect him?!

Although she had not had much contact with Jin Daniu, it can be seen that if she really reached a critical moment of life and death, he would not be a coward who seeks protection.

Now, why do you want her to protect him by name?

Just as he was confused, he suddenly saw the people around him passing by her like crazy, thinking of Shao Huanyang.

Jin Daniu's eyes suddenly became dissipated at this moment.

It seems like the soul is out of body, and the eyes are gone.

When Shao Huanyang raised his scimitar and came for the second time, Feng Chenglin also released his blue clothes again, preparing to kill him again.

How could I think—

"kill!"

The people who stood still behind him suddenly rushed up tacitly and passed by him.

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

What are they doing?

I don’t want to be dead anymore when I rush up at such a big pace, right?

No matter what, we have to separate and we can't gather together.

If someone's scimitar flew over, wouldn't these people be given their heads?

Confused, the person in front had already arrived at the same place with Shao Huanyang.

Yin Shijiu and He Laohu grabbed his arms, and forced themselves from the crowd forward to the rear.

"These people have a grudge against the Lord of God, but Shao Huanyang took off the coffin board of their ancestors? Why did they rush up like this?" Feng Chenglin stood there dumbfoundedly.

Shao Huanyang, surrounded by everyone, was like a rotten egg targeted by a fly, and his whole body was obscured by a head.

It is dense and airtight.

If these people are pulled out casually, they will be characters that will stomp their feet and the world will be shocked.

Even though Shao Huanyang's cultivation is higher than them, he can't resist the number of people on the other side.

Moreover, these people fought desperately and wanted to fight. For a moment, Shao Huanyang was also trapped and could not escape.

Only where people can see the scimitar flying.

As the scimitar burst out, there were endless blood and endless screams.

But these screams failed to make them feel afraid. They were still the kind of desperate fighting style. Even if they were injured, they would rush up like a moth to the flames.

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

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

"them……"

If you had not shared unswerving beliefs, you would have been so fucked!

Otherwise, how could anyone rush up without knowing the pain or even fearing death!?

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

Looking along his fingers, he saw the golden bull beside Ling Luoyu, holding his head up and looking at the sky motionlessly.

"Old man?" Feng Chenglin walked by in confusion and quickly: "What's wrong with the old man..."

Before he approached, Ling Luoyu Youran raised his hand and stopped him with a gentle force.

"Don't touch him!"

At this time, Feng Chenglin saw Jin Daniu’s strangeness.

His eyes showed a strange gray-brown color, hazy and without pupils.

"……grass……"

This is the only shocking word that Feng Chenglin can find.
Chapter completed!