Hei Wuchang's move had just killed many of her men.

Even she may not be able to stop it.

"Can you run away?"

Hei Wuchang smiled ferociously and accelerated again.

"I'll lend you your sword."

Lu Chen stepped on the tip of his toe, and the long sword on the ground instantly bounced up and fell firmly into his hand.

With a flick of his wrist, a fierce sword light, with the sound of thunder, suddenly struck Hei Wuchang.

"Qiang!"

Accompanied by a sound of gold and iron clashing.

The sword light turned into white light and directly cut off Hei Wuchang's steel claw.

The random force continued to pass through his neck.

"Well......"

Hei Wuchang's body froze and turned to stone on the spot.

A trace of blood as thin as a silk thread slowly appeared on his throat.

Then, the blood stain grew larger and larger, and soon turned into a crack.

"Boom!"

The next second, Hei Wuchang's head suddenly fell to the ground like a ball.

Then he rolled to Han Bing's feet and glared at her with big eyes.
Chapter completed!