The arrival of the Marquis champion

Lin Xueyi's face was extremely gloomy.

Lin Xueyi, I heard that Feng Wuji is the disciple you're most proud of. I'll let you watch your disciple die in front of you!

Qiu Wuyang sneered.

At this moment, they were not in a hurry to attack. They wanted Lin Xueyi to watch as Feng Wuji was killed. This way, Lin Xueyi's mind would be crushed and it would be easier to kill her.

"Feng Wuji, today will be your doomsday!"

Duanmu Lin's long hair fluttered in the wind, and he was in high spirits. His entire person was filled with an aura of supremacy.

His eyes were bright and full of arrogance.

BOOM!

Duanmu Lin slashed out another saber and the saber Light was extremely sharp. Feng Wuji tried his best to defend but he was heavily injured and was no match for Duanmu Lin. His body was sent flying like a cannonball and a long gash appeared on his chest.

"Wuji!"

"Senior brother Wuji!"