Yumian Langjun was startled, there was no time to dodge, he hastily waved the folding fan in his hand, and slashed at the oncoming sword energy.
boom!
The sword energy exploded, and Yumian Langjun retreated.
Then he stared and saw a young man in white robe walking on the road ahead.
The young man has star eyebrows and sword eyes, his gaze is indifferent.
The young man was Su Mo. Since Yang Zhixuan was defeated, he naturally wanted to make a move.
It is impossible for him to watch the other party being murdered by Yumian Langjun and remain indifferent.
Yang Zhixuan suddenly appeared in Su Mo’s heart, and he wept with joy.
“Who are you?”
Yumian Langjun frowned, and carefully looked at the boy in front of him.
“The person who killed you.” Su Mo’s voice was cold, without any trace of anger.
“Ha ha!”
Yumian Langjun laughed again when he heard the words, and said disdainfully: “It’s really useless to be an ignorant person, you are a piece of garbage at the first level of Spiritual Martial Realm, and you dare to threaten to kill me!”
“Alright! I’ll kill you first, and then I’ll enjoy this little beauty!”
Yumian Langjun smiled contemptuously, waved the folding fan in his hand, and a sharp blade of true energy slashed at Su Mo.
Yumian Langjun struck casually, and then continued to grab Yang Zhixuan.
In his opinion, one blow was enough to kill Su Mo.
He didn’t take Su Mo seriously at all. Isn’t it a joke that he wanted to kill Su Mo?
Even the genius disciples of the four major sects cannot fight across two realms, let alone kill people across two realms!
“Be careful!”
Yang Zhixuan let out a gasp when she saw the sharp blade of zhenqi slashing towards Su Mo.
The sudden arrival of Su Mo was her hope of escape. She didn’t want to see Su Mo killed instantly.
“Don’t worry! With me here, you will be fine!”
Su Mo gave Yang Zhixuan a reassuring smile.
Immediately, his gaze suddenly became sharp, and he swung his sword, and a sword energy ten times stronger than before cut out through the air.
The sword qi was as fast as thunder, and instantly broke through the sharp blade of zhenqi, unabated, and slashed on Yumian Langjun’s left arm like lightning.
Pooh!
Yumian Langjun’s left arm, like tofu, snapped off at the sound and rolled to the ground.
Scarlet blood gushed out from his severed arm like a fountain.
what!
Yumian Langjun let out a scream and retreated violently.
“How is it possible? You hid your cultivation?”
The arm was chopped off, and the severe pain made Yumian Langjun’s face distorted, ferocious and terrifying.
He thought that Su Mo must have deliberately concealed his cultivation, otherwise it would be impossible to break his attack with a single sword and cut off his arm.
Yang Zhixuan was also stunned. He didn’t expect that the boy in white robe who appeared suddenly was so powerful that he seriously injured Lord Yumian with a single strike.
Immediately, he was overjoyed and heaved a sigh of relief.
Panasonic’s heartstrings were tense, and Yang Zhixuan couldn’t hold on any longer, and fell limply to the ground.
Su Mo didn’t look at Yang Zhixuan who was lying limp on the ground. Even though Yumian Langjun had broken his arm, he still should not be underestimated.
He will not make the same mistake as Mr. Yumian.
If the other party hadn’t despised him, he wouldn’t have cut off his arm with a sword.