Zhou Xuanji's degree is faster!

He raised his hands and fell, no one saw it, and in the eyes of others, he did not raise his hand at all.

A sword light shone and flew in a flash.

Yang Lu's pupils shrank suddenly, and he subconsciously wanted to use two axes to block them in front of him.

With a puff!

He was separated, his head was spinning rapidly in the air, and blood splattered along his neck.

The picture is frozen, and everyone opens their mouths.

From their perspective, Zhou Xuanji did not take action, and Yang Lu's head was strangely cut off.

While they were shocked, they were creepy.

They can see Yang Lu's strength as it is obvious to all. One out of ten million monks is enough to show his strength.

Zhou Xuanji came to Yang Lu in one step, raised his hand to grab his shoulder, used the world to transform into one, and absorb his magic power.

"Sorry, overestimate you, a sword is enough."
Chapter completed!