231 Behead the River!_2

Sword One Divine Skill·Frost Sword Qi!

On the blurred face of the Ghost Bearer, red light radiated from his eyes.

He swung his large hands, attempting to repeat his old trick, but…

Dispelling Sword Qi?

You really dare to dream!

With a "swoosh," the Ghost Bearer's hand was cleanly sliced off by the sharp Sword Qi!

A black mist enveloped the area as the Ghost Bearer's cries of pain echoed through the night sky.

His momentary distraction sealed the fate of the Ghost Bearer.

In front of a Sword Cultivator who killed without blinking, you couldn't afford even a moment's relaxation, for the consequences were extremely severe.

The cries of the Ghost Bearer abruptly ceased, as numerous flying swords struck from all directions, piercing through the giant's body.

Each flying sword trailed black misty streaks that crisscrossed with the night sky.

"Thud! Thud! Thud…"

A series of muffled sounds abruptly rang out.