This ray of cold light burst forth, fast and rapid, like a silver venomous snake suddenly rising to harm, accompanied by a sharp sound as it slashed directly towards the throat of the man in front!
Rope-Curled Sword!
The silver light in Lu Yu's hand at this moment was the Rope-Curled Sword he obtained when he killed Gu Yanzhou earlier.
Originally, Lu Yu did not intend to keep the Rope-Curled Sword by his side, as this Ancient Sword is worth a fortune and could sometimes bring unnecessary trouble.
However, after the sword returned to his hands through an auction, he found it quite handy to use. Besides, the sword's body is thin as a cicada's wing, and it can be wrapped around his waist like a belt, ready to be drawn in dangerous situations. It turned out to be a rather good weapon to keep at hand.
Unexpectedly, this Rope-Curled Sword could be utilized in such a way now.
Whoosh!
