Teng Lin without batting an eye, quickly retreated, as he quickly let out his own flying sword, which engaged the green flying sword, issuing a “Clang” like metallic voice, the small green flying sword obviously lost, as some scratches appeared on its body, with a flash, it suddenly disappeared.
“Damn, let me catch you, I will let you have a taste of all the possible torture in the world, and then refine your soul alive, this I Teng Li do swear.” Teng Li had just seen the little green sword slowly land, causing him to loudly yell out curse words.
Wang Lin was running inside the jungle, with a red complexion, and blood dripping from his mouth, as he flipped his right hand, a small green sword appeared, looked sad as he saw the scratches on the blade, Wang Lin’s eyes flashed coldly, and without saying anything, he quickly left.
After five days, Wang Lin and Teng Li, had run deep into the jungle, and that night, Wang Lin suddenly came to a stop.