Everyone was stunned once again!
No one had expected that at the brink of life and death, Wang Xian would not draw his sword, but instead slap out a yellow paper talisman!
"A divine talisman!"
Yang Xu did not see it that way. The old Daoist of Yunqi Temple was a mysterious figure within Kunlun. Rumor had it that the old fellow had long since written divine talismans!
The young Daoist before him had slapped out a talisman...
It frightened him into instinctively turning sideways and twisting his head away, causing the sword he swung from his hand to slow by half a beat!
Yet Wang Xian, standing atop the platform, charged at him together with the talisman!
Clang! A crisp, clear sword cry rang out, echoing beside everyone's ears!
Then, Yang Xu, who had transformed into a fierce tiger, felt his sword—and his very body—pass through a cloud of mist in an instant...
His killing sword strike was like cutting through a stream of light. There was none of the sound of flesh and blood being torn apart!
Crack!
A resounding metallic sound shook the heavens. Right before everyone's dumbfounded eyes...
A head flew from the Life-and-Death Platform, shooting toward the area where the Kunlun Sword Sect stood in the distance!
"Ah..."
The Enforcement Elder cried out in alarm. He had not had time to intervene—or rather, he had believed Yang Xu's strike would surely take Wang Xian's head!
He had never expected the reversal to come in the blink of an eye!
No one saw whether Wang Xian's sword had clashed with Yang Xu's!
Even less could anyone see how Wang Xian's sword had severed that head!
Even the old Daoist was stunned!
He had originally thought his disciple's final strike would sever Yang Xu's sword-wielding arm.
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