Even the countless martial arts masters present could not judge the speed and target of this cold light shot with their eyes!
Too fast!
Giving almost no time to react, the cold light had torn apart the air, as if it had penetrated the void, and the next second it appeared between Lu Fan's eyebrows.
The light was so sharp that it shattered the void. Before it even touched Lu Fan's skin, a blood-red patch appeared between Lu Fan's eyebrows!
Among all the sudden changes in expressions, Lu Fan narrowed his eyes slightly, and his eyes suddenly hardened!
An invisible murderous intention collided directly with Feijian, causing Feijian's peak, which was about to tear apart his own flesh and blood, to be frozen in place and unable to move at all.
Instead, it made a "humming" vibrato, as if trying to break free from the shackles of this murderous intention.
But he was unwilling to be humiliated and tried desperately to break through this barrier to maintain the final dignity of its middle-grade magic weapon.
"How dare you shout here with a broken sword?"
"Compared with the Glazed Sword of Northern Xinjiang, it is far behind."
There was a hint of disdain in the corner of Lu Fan's eyes. Regardless of the grade of the flying sword, its lethality and speed, compared with the flying sword in front of him, which sealed the remnant souls of the Shifang City monks in Northern Xinjiang, it was simply a comparison between heaven and earth.
.
"Bang!"
He suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed the dagger fixed between his eyebrows with his fleshy palm, and held it forcefully in his hand.
Everyone was dumbfounded by this scene.
Such a murderous flying sword was actually held by Lu Fan with his body?
"Tick tick tick..."
Blood flowed down bit by bit from the depths of Lu Fan's palm and fell on the ground.
However, Lu Fan always maintained his clenched fist posture, holding the flying sword in front of him, letting the blood flow.
It wasn't until the flying sword gradually dimmed its light, lost its struggle, and turned into a dead object that he slowly opened his fingers, and the silver dagger lay quietly in his palm, no different from ordinary dead objects.
different.
"The first move is over, it's time for the second move."
Lu Fan casually threw the dagger to Song Yingyu beside him, then looked at the jade-faced man and said.
The dull look on the jade-faced man's face has not completely dissipated.