C183 Abolish the foundation of martial arts

Swish!

A cold light flashed, and along with that cry of surprise, the treasured sword in Mo Jiu's hand suddenly stopped in midair, motionless.

Looking carefully, the incomparably sharp tip of the sword had already pierced through the skin of Bai Yunfeng's throat. Dark red blood flowed down the tip of the sword. That scream just now was only a second slower. Bai Yunfeng was already dead