C1438 Huo Zhen Struck out with His Palm

Everyone looked over and saw the cold wind that had just disappeared appear behind Xu Lingcong. It was holding the handle of the saber in its hand. The blade had already sunk into Xu Lingcong's neck, and the tip of the saber was revealed from the other side.

Fresh blood flowed down along with the tip of the saber, like a continuous stream of blood-red rain.

The cold wind had a cold face