Leng shouted coldly, "Woman who doesn't know life from death!"
"I wanted to let you live a little longer!"
Whoosh—
The black blade, shimmering with a biting chill, swiftly slashed down.
Soon, a beautiful head rolled to the ground.
Boom—
But at that very moment.
An arrow was shot through the air onto the black blade.
The powerful force caused the black blade to veer, slicing past Leng Qingzhu's earlobe.
A streak of blood immediately surged forth, trickling down in crimson Blood Pearls.
Li Shangqiu looked up, his gaze suddenly froze.
He saw a figure transformed from a Thunderbolt, plummeting rapidly from the sky.
A longbow was clasped in his hand.
As he was about to land, a Purple Sword flew out, with him standing on the Flying Sword racing towards them.
"Jiang Fan?"
Li Shangqiu's eyes showed a trace of dread, then his eyes shifted, he smiled, saying:
"I was joking with Junior Sister Leng."
"Don't misunderstand."
Murderous intent arose within him.
