A blade swung out, its trajectory starkly different from that of an ordinary long blade.
"Pu~"
A copious amount of fresh blood suddenly shot up high.
Fang Zhixing looked down, speechless.
Feng Jianping's body had already split into two pieces, with the cut extending from the left shoulder to the right lower back.
He died instantly, never to rise again.
"How sharp!"
Fang Zhixing couldn't help but feel invigorated, the Third Level Treasure Saber was indeed much sharper than the Second Level.
The next second, his muscles bulged, and golden scales appeared on the surface of his body.
Fang Zhixing raised the Crescent Moon Curved Blade and chopped down on his left arm.
Bang!
A chilling pain immediately emanated from his arm.
Fang Zhixing lifted his left arm to see that the blade had cut into the flesh, leaving behind a striking white mark.
Although the blade did not cut through the skin, the pain was very real.
