Bang!
Lu Xiao Yun's figure fell from mid-air, his foot gouging out two deep pits on the ground, gripping his sword with both hands. The crimson treasure sword in his hand was deeply embedded in the ground, and he stood straight on the plaza, upright like a sword.
Splurt!
Suddenly, a blood arrow shot forth from his chest, spraying four or five meters away. A bloodstain appeared, stretching from his left shoulder to his right abdomen, and in an instant, his clothes were dyed red with blood.
A pair of eyes stared fixedly at Luo Feng, the flames in Lu Xiao Yun's eyes were like candles in the wind, growing dimmer and dimmer, revealing a multitude of emotions—shock, anger, regret, but overwhelmingly, unwillingness!
He did not understand why, despite his cultivation level surging and consuming the Blood Refining Pill, he would be defeated again, and so effortlessly, not even lasting past three moves!
