The man instinctively pushed the body away.

But at this moment, I only felt numbness in my right hand holding the sword, and coldness in my right shoulder. I already felt a hidden weapon piercing and flying past my right shoulder.

The man was immediately shocked.

What kind of hidden weapon is it, and how can it penetrate the protective spiritual energy of my primary cultivation level of Huayun in an instant?

Just as he was about to use the spiritual energy to heal his wounds, he felt that his whole right hand, down to his right shoulder, was completely numb. With his heart broken, the sound of wind and drizzle fell in front of his eyes, and the artistic conception was as beautiful as a dream.

In reality, the sword was flashing with murderous intent.

Shocked in his heart, he forced himself to raise his vitality and resisted, but found that he could not raise his spiritual energy, so he could only watch helplessly as the killing sword approached, with a look of despair on his face.

Like a fairy, like a dream, or really like a disaster, a long sword penetrated his chest. The man only felt a hand from his unconscious right hand; his burly body shook, and he fell to the sky.

The only thing left in my heart is miserable and self-obsessed...

How... did I die?

How come I...don't know?

As soon as the figure flashed, Zuo Xiaoduo came back after picking up the Dragon Blood Flying Knife, and pulled off the man's mask. The man gasped violently and stared blankly upward.

"You don't look good, and you are going to be in danger of life and death. Can you trust me?"

Zuo Xiaoduo's eyes were very warm, mixed with a bit of sympathy, and seemed to be very compassionate.
Chapter completed!