It was just the instant when the swords clashed.
The long sword originally held by Sun Ming was effortlessly struck away, leaving only the withered Sun Ming to contend with half of the residual power of the Sword Intent.
At this moment.
Sun Ming reflected in his pupils was just like when his aura plummeted during their blood exchange.
"It must be the work of that sword!!" Jiang Ning immediately understood in his heart.
The Sword Light also enveloped Sun Ming.
When the Sword Light dissipated in an instant.
A blood mark appeared in the center of Sun Ming's brow, his life was already like a broken wooden bucket, rapidly draining away.
"This strike is truly beautiful..." Sun Ming murmured, his body slowly falling.
Seeing Sun Ming slowly fall, Jiang Ning already knew Sun Ming's vitality was gone.
His strike nearly split Sun Ming in half.
Even though the skull and all the bones had surpassed the hardness of thousand-forged fine iron, under this strike, they were all severed.
