C1684 But there was no shortage of zigzag.

After saying that, Chu Yun smiled slightly, and slowly tapped his forehead with his finger, releasing a condensed Sword Qi, inch by inch, into Song Zeliu's forehead.

His speed was very slow, as if he was deliberately tormenting him.

His consciousness was very clear, and he could clearly hear the sound of his skull being drilled open.

Creak.

Ah ah ah ah ah ah