Jing Lin appears, the demon cult appears, children cry, and everything suffers.
The whole venue was instantly in chaos.
Fourteen years ago, in the battle between good and evil, the entire Sujian Sect was destroyed, but Murong Jie was the only one missing. This man with purple eyes and stern eyes was a nightmare for the martial arts people. His life and death have always been like a thorn in the throats of the survivors. Now Jing Lin When he was born, everyone's expressions changed.
But looking in the direction where the blood-red sword flew, it was not the demon-like figure in my memory. A young man in smart clothes stood firmly on one foot on a flagpole more than ten meters high, carrying a scroll on his back. The long, slightly curly hair that moved against the wind covered half of his face, revealing a pair of eyes that were darker than the night. The sharp sword intent was flowing around him. Just looking at it made people feel pain on their skin.
Not Murong Jie...then who is he? !
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