It was the tall young man in the late fifth stage of the Zhenwu realm.

"I see how much strength you have to fight me?"

The tall young man sneered coldly.

Let the rest of the people fight against Ling Yun, spending Ling Yun's spiritual power and energy, and finally taking action by himself, it will be safe. At least that's what this tall young man thinks.

And now Ling Yun’s aura is indeed much weaker.

That's why he dared to stand up.

As long as he kills Ling Yun, he will enjoy the generous rewards promised by Zhongzhou.

"It's more than enough to kill you."

Lingyun smiled faintly.

The eyes of the tall young man were still filled with infinite contempt.

"Hmph, don't pretend here and die."

"The Flame Knife, the sword shadows are heavy."

The tall young man did not intend to give Ling Yun any chance to breathe. He flipped his hand and immediately a big sword burning like a flame appeared. The big sword was thrown into the air, and countless sword shadows were condensed in the entire sky. Those sword shadows were exactly the same as the flame swords, and it was difficult to tell whether it was true or false.

On the tip of the knife, dazzling sword lights burst out.

The sword light became stronger and stronger, and a very terrifying momentum surged from it.
Chapter completed!