Screech—
A sound like tearing silk arose.
Immediately, Qian Yunfeng felt a chill on his neck, his body felt light as if he were flying, and his consciousness slowly faded away.
Bang!
As the headless body collapsed to the ground, still twitching and spraying fresh blood, the flying head also thudded to the ground, landing right at Gu Yuan's feet.
"This guy's bones are really hard..."
Gu Yuan flicked his wrist, shaking off a trace of blood from the Qiushui Sword, which shone bright and new without the slightest stain of blood or grime.
His words meant just that, literally.
Just now, when his longsword struck Qian Yunfeng's bones, it felt like it had cleaved diamond, which was quite challenging.
But since the man was dead, Gu Yuan didn't dwell on it, thinking it was probably due to practicing the Luo Sha Scripture.
