Chapter 967

• The corpse of the Qingshui Sword Sect Sect Master was lying on the iron-locked stone bridge. It has not yet become cold. The blood that rushed out from the fatal wound in the throat has stained three feet in red, and the original sharp eyes are gone. Any look, even with a trace of astonishment and despair.
• It seemed that the Sect Master of the Qingshui Sword Sect did not believe that he had died like this at all!
• This world suddenly became deadly silent!