Sword light flashed and it was impossible to see his sword’s trajectory. In the blink of an eye, the battle situation had changed!
When the crowd looked again at the battlefield’s situation, the Lovesick sword’s hilt was in Lu Xuan’s hand, and the sword tip was deeply buried in Long Zhan’s heart, directly penetrating out through the back.
Slowly looking down, and seeing the sword that was going through his body, Long Zhan’s eyes were filled with disbelief, “How, how could this be…”
Lu Xuan suddenly pulled out the sword. Without any support, Long Zhan’s corpse crashed to the ground, his eyes opened wide. He could never have imagined that he would actually die to these two juniors hands. Especially that last sword stroke. How could it be so fast…