He actually lost?
The immense shame made his eyes flash with ferocity.
The Blood Hand suddenly exerted force, gripping the Undying Blade.
The next moment.
The Undying Blade looked down only to become a pool of blood falling to the ground.
Jiang Fan's pupils contracted.
What kind of divine art is this, so insidious?
Even the Undying Blade, a weapon of such celestial masculinity, could be squeezed into sinister blood.
If it had squeezed his neck just now, wouldn't he have turned into a pool of mucilage on the spot?
The Blood Hand crushed the Undying Blade, and the five fingers, like sharp arrows, shot together towards Jiang Fan.
Vaguely, they also contained a hint of space power.
Seemingly still in the distance, yet actually already at hand.
Jiang Fan didn't hesitate at all.
He decisively swung a palm.
The Undying Blade, thousands of feet long, came down fiercely.
