Wan Feiyu was so humiliated that he wanted to die immediately.

"Go to die!" Wan Feiyu suddenly jumped up without warning, his left leg was on the ground, like a bird sacrificing, pulling out the short sword given by the sect from behind and stabbing Ye Qing's forehead.

A shadow that could not be captured flashed out from Ye Qing, who had been prepared for a long time.

With a clang, Wan Feiyu, who had just entered the air, was incredibly cut into two halves in his hand.

No one saw clearly what was flying out of Ye Qing's hand.

After the shadow cut the sword, it whizzed across a semicircle, and walked around Wan Feiyu at an extremely strange angle.

Puchi, a deep bone-sensing knife wound slowly emerged from behind him, and blood leaked out.

Wan Fei feathers fell to the ground like a geese caught in an arrow, and when the shadow returned to Ye Qing's hand.

Only then can people finally see a corner.

A transparent crescent-shaped blade as thin as a cicada's wing, the blade is naturally bent into a hook-like arc, almost breaking its eyes.
Chapter completed!