Two Finger Swords were unleashed simultaneously, and finally, one of them struck Han Yan's Heart Sword. The sword body sunk and shot out from between his legs.
At this moment, the Sword Light had been exhausted, flying less than two feet before falling to the ground.
Han Yan's face turned deathly pale, and he sat heavily on the ground. It seemed that although the Heart Sword technique was as unpredictable as ghosts and gods, it greatly exhausted both Qi and Divine Sense, and its manipulative range was extremely limited, no more than two feet at most.
But that was enough. In a true battle of life and death, those two feet were enough to decide life or death.
Feng Qingyu's complexion was also not looking good. The last Heart Sword from Han Yan made him break out in a cold sweat and lose face.
"You said you were only going to use one finger, but you used two just now." At this moment, Ling Baobao pointed at him and shouted.
