There were only three laughs, and the laughter suddenly stopped.
Feng Hongtu's eyes widened sharply, then he looked down at the two swords now in his body, full of disbelief, "This... no... impossible."
Gu Zhiqi, who had directed the Golden Sword into Feng Hongtu's body, responded indifferently, "There's nothing impossible about it."
As she spoke, Gu Zhiqi reached out and withdrew her sword.
Back then, when Su Yunling was about to sacrifice himself, she had gone into closed-door cultivation, researching for a long, long time, and found many ways to save him.
This was just one of those methods.
Yan Qian also benefited from Su Yunling's sacrifice.
"No, impossible."
The shock in Feng Hongtu's eyes had not dissipated, but as Gu Zhiqi pulled out the sword, a trace of golden light burst from Feng Hongtu's body, and his body began to dissipate.
No one had expected such a thing to happen suddenly, and everyone was stunned for a moment.
