"Bang!"
Elder Xingyun's throat broke.
A blood-covered head rolled with a "gurgle," dropped from mid-air with a "bang," and rolled a few times on the bluestone slab.
At this moment, on Elder Xingyun's neck, appeared a bowl-sized, extremely smooth sword mark, as for the head, it had been severed long ago.
Yes, in the blink of an eye, Elder Xingyun had his head severed by that slender figure appearing afar, becoming a headless corpse.
The sudden scene caught everyone by surprise.
Even the Shakyamuni sitting in meditation suspended in the air couldn't help but be surprised, furrowing his brows tightly, staring at the slender figure.
Who else could it be but Ye Xuan?
"You demon, how could you still not..."
Before the word "die" could be uttered, Ye Xuan suddenly turned around, almost simultaneously, the Black Blade in his hand slashed down fiercely on the speaker's head.
"Zizi!"
