The white and soft palm touched Liu Wuyan's chest.

Bang!

A thick bulge appeared on Liu Wuyan's back, and a clear palm print appeared on his armor, revealing flesh as red as blood.

Liu Wuyan froze.

Clang.

The long sword in his hand fell to the ground.

The demon envoy turned around and walked away without saying a word, turning into a stream of light and disappearing on the spot.

"puff……"

A mouthful of blood, mixed with broken internal organs, spurted out from Liu Wuyan's mouth.

He laughed miserably and turned around stumblingly.

The opponent defeated him in one move.

But he turned around and left with disdain, without killing him.

This is more humiliating than being killed on the spot.

Liu Wuyan said nothing, turned around and walked towards the outside of Duanfeng battlefield.

He flew back to Shenbi Broken Peak with difficulty.

"Master Liu..."

"The leader..."

"Master?"

Everyone gathered around, looking concerned.

Liu Wuyan said nothing.

His movements were a little stiff, and he suppressed the injuries in his body. He took a deep look at Lin Beichen, and then pressed his hand on Xiao Binggan's forehead.

A powerful force that didn't know where it came from erupted in the body of the seriously injured and dying human sword master, and a bright sword light emerged around him, shrouding himself and Xiao Binggan in it.

"Senior Brother Head..."

Yu Wuque cried out sadly.

He did not expect that the head brother, carrying his mortal body and walking back from the Broken Peak battlefield, wanted to use his last bit of strength to perfect his disciples——
Chapter completed!