Lu Yuzhen's blood fell from the clouds.
Perhaps due to the half-manifestation, the falling blood seemed ethereal and unreal.
The flying sword hummed!
Chen Ke erupted with incredible power.
Lu Yuzhen raised an eyebrow, trying to grasp it tightly, but the next moment, a golden brilliance roared, and he clenched his palm, capturing nothing but the scorching pain in his palm.
"..."
Lu Yuzhen narrowed his eyes, silently observing his palm, not showing any anger in the face of such a sword strike.
Only Cheng Er couldn't hold back.
"Xie Xuanyi!"
The woman in the cyan dress angrily said, "Is this what you call 'drawing a sword'?"
Her heart was filled with anger, but there was also a hint of relief.
This Xie indeed still had the strength to draw his sword.
If she had chosen to act in the ancient temple, the sword that severely injured the Chi Fu Dragon Lord, and the one that wounded the Daoist Master, would have landed directly on her head...
Without a doubt, she would have died.
