If Ling Feng arrived a moment late, he would never be able to save Li Shuanglan.

At that time, he was very anxious, seeing that the black-clothed assassin was about to slap Li Shuanglan's heavenly spirit cover with one palm, and he was burning for a while, and almost threw out the saber he was carrying with him with all his strength. Although he was a strong martial artist, he never easily hurt people's lives, and just now, with a strong killing intent, his sword pierced the night sky and stabbed the assassin in the back of the heart, wishing that he would be killed immediately.

"Frost!"

Ling Feng rushed over to hug Li Shuanglan, who was weak, only to see that her lips were pale, her face was blue, beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on her forehead, and her face was extremely painful.

"How are you? Are you hurt? Where is the injury? ”

Ling Feng was almost going crazy, and asked repeatedly,

"Twin Princesses Fuyao Record" XXXI. The mind is hitting in the hand, please wait a moment,

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