Lin Yun's right hand held a sword, a black blade emerged. The purple spiritual power of the Dao surrounded the Magic Blood Blade. The Magic Blood Blade was Lin Yun's inner Spiritual Spirit, the blade is the spiritual skill of Lin Yun.
Looking at the purple Blood Saber in his hand, Lin Yun's eyes flashed with a cruel light. To kill the giant beast ahead, he must be ruthless. If this blade falls, Lin Yun would show no mercy but do his utmost.
Perhaps because there was no sense of a moving energy sphere, the Snow Ape woke up that day, as if awakened, turning around. Lin Yun didn't hesitate, the Magic Blood Blade in his hand flew swiftly. Even though this shot could do everything he was capable of, he also had seventy or eighty percent of Lin Yun's strength.
