Ji Luo's face was filled with fear because Zhou Feng was like an evil ghost at this moment. There were countless sword marks on his face, and he was injured by the sword light like a chrysanthemum.
Layers upon layers of sword marks and scarlet flesh were completely exposed in front of Ji Luo.
However, not a single drop of blood flowed out. Zhou Feng forcefully controlled it in his body.
"Sword, come!"
When Ji Luo realized that he had underestimated the person before him, his voice immediately changed.
He summoned back the flying sword that had flown out.
Unfortunately, it was too late.
Zhou Feng had taken so many hits just for this opportunity.
His jade-like hand grabbed Ji Luo's neck.
"Do you know—"
Between life and death, Ji Luo suddenly remembered that the only thing that could save him now was the holy land behind him.
