"Buzz...!"
With a buzzing sound, the black jade pendant hanging from his chest suddenly exploded, expanding swiftly, and firmly shielded him.
"This old man's refined iron jade pendant is a middle-grade defensive magical artifact; even if it is..."
"Pfft!"
Before he could finish his sentence, the refined iron jade pendant which he placed high hopes on was instantly penetrated by that snow-white flying sword, passing right through his heart.
The refined iron jade pendant couldn't even muster the slightest resistance.
Blood spurted out, his whole body swayed, and directly fell to the ground.
In his lifeless eyes, there appeared a faint glimmer of golden light.
With a "bang", Tieguan Daoist's body heavily slammed into the ground, turning into a pile of flesh and mud.
After this was done, Cui Xiabing reached out, the flying sword whirled back to him, guarding by his side.
He glanced indifferently at Tieguan Daoist's corpse that fell to the ground.
