The relentless rain of swords poured down, Situ Jing's protective true qi had reached its limit.
The flickering protective true qi, under the torrential bombardment of sword qi, shattered completely with a bang!
Situ Jing, now at the end of his strength, was swept away by the sword qi, rolling backward in utter disarray.
Like a wheel, he rolled for quite a distance before coming to a stop.
During this process, if observed carefully, one would notice that at the very moment Situ Jing fell, a streak of light had already penetrated his body from mid-air.
The Nine Luminous Cold Gu had parasitized Situ Jing.
"Situ Jing, with such a miserable state, where do you get the face to claim you can be my master?"
The battle had determined its victor, Xu Fan sheathed the Yanluo Sword and walked towards Situ Jing.
With one step, he directly stepped on the struggling Situ Jing, who was trying to get up from the ground.
