Only at this moment did Wu Jin stick his head out and see the extraordinary scene over there.
That's right, the Double-winged Sword Pattern Tiger was dead, killed by a young man with Martial Artist Eighth Layer strength.
This…
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed it even if his life depended on it.
This was almost an impossible occurrence, like a three-year-old child defeating a two-meter-tall burly man.
Yet today, this guy did it, killing the Double-winged Sword Pattern Tiger with one sword.
Wu Jin wiped the sweat from his forehead, took several quick steps, and ran over.
By the time he arrived, Yang Fan had already put away the Xuantian Sword.
"Young man, you actually killed it." Wu Jin walked over, looked at the huge corpse of the Double-winged Sword Pattern Tiger, and gasped.
"Uncle, didn't I say I have the ability to kill him? You just didn't believe it."
Wu Jin was dumbfounded, how could he believe it?
