Blood King Gu

Feng Chenzi had originally come here just to be a bystander, but the swastika's plan had also included him.

"This stinky monk looks quite honest, but I didn't expect him to be so good at scheming. Forget it, I'll help you on account of you helping me once!"

Seeing Miao Feng attack the swastika, he muttered and pinned the wine gourd to his waist, stabbing at Miao Feng with his long sword.

When he saw Feng Chenzi coming from behind, Miao Feng's expression turned ugly.

He took a glance at the swastika charging at his subordinate and gritted his teeth. He gave up on rescuing his subordinate and whipped a vine toward Feng Chenzi.

"Clang Clang!"

The long sword and the vine collided with a metallic sound.

It seemed that the vine in Miao Feng's hand was not an ordinary item.

Not only that, after the longsword in Feng Chenzi's hand collided with the vine, the silver sword instantly turned black.