Once the five of them disappeared from sight, Chu Zhiyuan turned around and said, shaking his head, "This favor is not a small one to owe."
Shen Hanyue curiously asked, "Is this Qiankun Sword Technique very powerful?"
Chu Zhiyuan's left index and middle fingers were pressed together, while the other three fingers curled up to form a sword technique gesture.
He made a gentle stroke.
A streak of seven-colored light shot out from the fingertips of the index and middle fingers, forming a narrow, seven-colored sword aura.
The seven-colored sword aura remained solid, as if he was holding a seven-colored long sword.
He flipped his wrist and lightly spun it around.
"Sssh!"
The void seemed to be sliced open, with the strong wind howling, blowing their clothes into a fluttering sound.
Zhou Qingyu's face turned pale immediately, her eyes went blurry and dazed.
In her eyes, the long sword cleaved open her head, annihilating her directly.
