Only then did He Wei feel the pain, letting out a scream filled with fury and fear!
Only then did the Kunlun disciples realize what had happened. They hurriedly rose on their swords, trying to form a sword formation to trap the intruder.
Jing Jiu vanished from where he stood.
That faint sword light and white figure swept past He Wei once more.
He Wei screamed again as his left arm was severed too.
Blood poured down without stopping, soaking the Cold-Calling Bird's feathers.
Feeling the chilling, omnipresent sword intent in the sky, the Cold-Calling Bird's eyes filled with fear. It did not dare fly away.
He Wei endured the pain, rolled off the Cold-Calling Bird, and fled toward the horizon on his flying sword.
With a soft scrape, the flying sword broke in two. He fell heavily from the sky to the ground, and as the sword light flashed, his legs also parted from his body.
The sword light drew back again.
Jing Jiu appeared beside him.
Watching this from afar, the Kunlun disciples guessed his identity and were too horrified for words. Was True Person Jingyang this terrifying?
His pale face filled with despair, He Wei looked at him and rasped, "No..."
He still had much to say, but he had no chance. His head tilted and rolled off his body onto the ground.
An extremely faint thread of light drifted from his severed neck, took human form, and fled in panic toward the barren mountain.
Jing Jiu ignored it, turned toward the sword formation the Kunlun disciples had formed, and waved his hand.
Dozens of fiercely sharp strands of sword intent tore through the air, smashing the Kunlun Sect's sword formation like rotten wood and dry weeds, while cutting through the bodies of more than ten Kunlun