C268 Fire hunting demon mercenary group

The old man's eyes were wide open as he stared at the Red Feather Sword in Ling'er's hands that had a flowing pattern.

In the next moment, a stream of blood spurted out of his chest like a thick column of water. The blood was still scalding hot and warm.

Pata!

The old man's body split in half and he fell to the ground. The cut was as smooth as a mirror