C929 On the ice chair

The sword immortal Feng Qing thought he was seeing things, the gaping hole in his chest had almost ripped his stomach apart!

How could Lin Nan's aura be so stable?

It was as if a living corpse was eating and chatting, there was nothing unusual about it at all, it was this indescribable feeling that caused Feng Qing Sword Immortal to feel crestfallen!

"Lin Nan, you brat!" Sword Immortal Feng