Zhou Yan Python's face suddenly changed in this instant. He felt the endless power contained in this sword and couldn't help but be shocked. However, he was trapped in place, unable to completely avoid this deadly strike.
At this critical moment, Zhou Yan Python exerted all his strength, gathering all his Inner Strength into his hands, attempting to forcibly grasp Liu Tingting's extremely sharp sword blade.
However, how could he easily withstand the sharpness of the Ice Jade Sword?
Despite Zhou Yan Python's full effort, the sword blade still slowly cut into his palm, emitting a "sizzling" sound, with blood dripping along the sword, staining the ground with rhythmic "drip drop" sounds.
At this moment, the air was filled with a tense and bloody atmosphere.
Liu Tingting bit her silver teeth hard, her lovely teeth almost embedded in her lower lip, her extremely beautiful face slightly flushed from exertion.
