Even though only less than half of his neck's skin and flesh remained connected, he dared not focus his attention on himself.
Because he felt Jiang Ning's sudden surge of murderous intent, the looming sense of danger suffocated him.
Whoosh!
Jiang Ning moved again, his form splitting, and in Fang Daoquan's eyes appeared three figures.
All three figures looked identical, revealing no changes or mysteries.
He felt an ominous sensation in his heart.
Then, Jiang Ning struck again.
As the sword moved, the void transformed, and the light distorted.
Accompanied by his eyelids slightly closing.
Whoosh—
The long sword pierced his body once more, penetrating his chest, blood mist exploding behind him.
"How could this be!!" he thought to himself, feeling ominous.
This sword strike, he only saw Jiang Ning draw his sword, yet before he could make any preparations, his body was already injured.
"What kind of swordsmanship is this?" A thought arose in his heart.
