C671 Golden Core Dongyangzi

"Little bastard, go to hell!" The old man roared angrily. The Silver Moon Sword in his hand pierced towards Lin Chuan.

"Hmph, how could I, Lin Chuan, be afraid of you?" Lin Chuan snorted coldly and waved the Mad Blade in his hand.

"Break through the air!"

Whoosh!

A silver sword light instantly pierced through the void.

"Ah..." The old man screamed. He felt a cold liquid flowing down his neck