Jian Lingyan clicked his tongue and said, "Ah, how tragic, the heart of the sword is shattered, and there's no hope for a breakthrough in swordsmanship in this life."
"That's because his psychological endurance is too poor," Xie Jiuniang loved to kick someone when they were down.
I didn't want to waste words.
But to strike a Sword Cultivator, one must use a sword to defeat the opponent.
Such a strike is fatal.
Ultimately, it's best to let him know he was defeated by someone who does not understand the sword, just learning the sword. The intense unwillingness and jealousy are enough to destroy a person.
"You should die! Go to hell——"
Nangong Lang knew his sword heart was shattered, and that the path to immortality was hopeless, his bitterness surged to the extreme, and he was about to take out the high-grade Thunder Explosion Talisman given by his family to perish together with Xie Jiuniang.
Just as the Thunder Explosion Talisman appeared between his fingers.
