But he was lucky he didn't die... No, it wasn't luck.
Li Fan raised his head, a piece of silver-white bamboo leaf-like object fell from his forehead, landing in the palm of his hand.
It was the Xuantian Sword Intent, even smaller than the fragment of the flying sword from before, it must have helped Li Fan block a sword shadow just now, preventing half of his head from being sliced off...
Sword Intent?
The Xuantian Sword Intent fell silent again, probably severely weakened yet again, unreliable at this point.
Looking down, Kun was curled up in his arms, alright, this guy was indeed the luckiest, not hurt at all.
Then, from the passage there came the clinking sound of bells, accompanied by the noise of something heavy hitting the ground!
Is he dead?
"Boy, I know you're not dead."
The voice of the Daoist, having only heard a few sentences, but one Li Fan would probably never forget in his life, sounded almost without pause.
Damn it!
