"Swoosh!"
A breaking sound came through the air, Long Yan reacted very swiftly, instantly vanishing from his spot. With a wave of his hand, the Lu Xian Sword appeared in his grasp, and four or five streaks of Sword Light flew toward the direction of the sound. Long Yan felt that he had likely touched some trap mechanism in the tomb's passage, but there was a clanging sound coming from where the Sword Light landed.
This surprised Long Yan somewhat, and suddenly, a bad premonition surged in his heart. In an instant, he crouched down, and a snow-white light streak swept overhead, taking two hairs from his head. Another clanging sound resounded, and Long Yan disappeared from his original spot, reappearing up in the air – that sound, like a maggot attached to bones, rang out again around him.
