C722 Wen Tianlu's Death

Throwing the bloody fruit knife to the side, Zhao Feng swung his arm: "Come then!" I want to see what's different about the Foundation Establishment experts of your Crimson Flame Immortal Sect. "

Seeing Zhao Feng's action, the old man with a sage aura was clearly stunned.

"The blood on your sword is..."

Zhao Feng waved his hand, "That's right, just as you imagined, it's those two