Zhuge Hong's Life Qi Mechanism was disappearing at an astonishing rate.
He looked down at the sword wound in his chest, and deep fear arose in his heart.
It was a fear of death, and also a fear of that sword stroke.
He knew that even if his body had still been in its prime, it would have been very difficult to avoid that stroke of the sword, it was too fast, too powerful!
When he slowly lifted his head, a figure flashed by; an elegant and handsome middle-aged man with a sword wrapped around his waist appeared in front of the cliff cave.
"You are indeed a successor of the Qingtian Sect. That stroke just now, must be the Qingtian Sword that no one in the Qingtian Sect has mastered for a thousand years, right?" Zhuge Hong asked looking at Helian Zhan.
Helian Zhan did not hide it and slowly nodded, "Junior has only caught a glimpse of the path of the Sword Dao, and caused Senior to laugh."
