Under the black robe, the hands reached out and the center of his palm stirred up a vortex. With a whoosh, monk Hengyuan flew up uncontrollably and was thrown into the death vortex.
He opened his eyes in pain. His skin quickly dried up, his qi and blood were flowing out, and his face was visibly deteriorating.
This familiar face was slowly becoming dejected in his eyes as he walked towards death ... Seeing this scene, Heng Hui's cruel face was slightly moved. His dark eyes were no longer cold and hard.
Bang ... Hengyuan was thrown out and smashed into the well arm.
Heng Hui's left hand pressed down on his right arm. He gritted his teeth and said, " don't kill him! Don't kill my senior brother ...
His face suddenly turned cold as he bewitched, " Hengyuan is a warrior monk. He has strong qi and blood, which can heal his injuries ... Don't you want to take revenge? don't you want to take revenge?"
