"Not good!"
When the figure of Zhuo Bufeng disappeared before his eyes, Xu Qingshan's heart sank, and he silently cursed, knowing he was in trouble. But under Zhuo Bufeng's deliberate calculation, it was already too late for him to make any move.
"Xu Qingshan, you'd better not move, or my treasure sword won't show any mercy!"
Just as Xu Qingshan was about to mobilize his Meridian Qi, a cold voice came from behind him, and he felt a chill near his neck, as if a sharp weapon was placed on his shoulder.
At this moment, Xu Qingshan truly dared not move a muscle. He knew well that the treasure sword in Zhuo Bufeng's hand was of Heavenly Rank Intermediate grade, capable of cutting through the finest of hairs. With his own physical strength, he could definitely not withstand it.
Slash!
At the same time, a dark light pierced through the back of an elder of the Jade Sword Sect, causing Zhuo Bufeng's arm to tremble slightly, almost slicing Xu Qingshan's neck.
