Yes, that's right, exactly like this! My attack on him is completely justified!
In this manner, the flying sword between his eyebrows transformed into a cold gleam, piercing through the qi between the twenty-zhang distance, intending to kill Fan Wubing with a single strike.
Luo Qingyao, immersed in the joy of reunion, felt as if she were dreaming, in a dizzy, blissful state of unreality.
By the time she was jolted awake from her pleasant state by the vibration of sword qi affecting her soul, the flying sword had already reached Fan Wubing.
Her eyes filled with rage, the two strands of deep green qi at the corner of her eyes became incredibly fierce, like the scorching immortal flames spewed by an accelerating flying ship. She moved her thoughts, wanting to stop that flying sword. But it was too close, too late.
At this moment, her heart almost stopped beating.
However, the flying sword halted in front of Fan Wubing's forehead, motionless, as if time itself had stopped.
