Feng Mengrou was pondering what Li Xuan intended to do and what to do after joining the sect, when suddenly she felt something, sharply turned her head, and her beautiful eyes widened, pupils contracted, staring directly at the partner beside her, followed by a scream...
"Ah!!!!"
Feng Mengrou felt as if she was plunged into an ice cave, her eyes could see Li Xuan's right arm, wrapped in a Purple Copper sleeve, had completely flown away.
He still clutched the flying sword in his left hand.
Blood still marred the blade of that flying sword.
When Li Xuan's physique reached 380, his spirit was woven into every inch of flesh, to the extent that he was, in some sense, capable of "rebirth from a drop of blood."
If the enemy couldn't utterly destroy him, slaying every inch of him, then... he would gradually return to his original form.
Of course, he could choose to recover directly or voluntarily delay this process.
His right arm had flown out.
