Feng Zhengying looked up and burst into laughter:
"A trifling skill."
His arrogance wasn't without reason.
Indeed, he could clearly see through the sword moves used by the black-clad swordsman at that moment, making it impossible to harm him.
He rushed forward swiftly, intending to subdue the opponent in one move.
But suddenly let out a scream of agony.
One of his arms flew into the air, covered in blood.
He looked down, almost unable to believe it.
The spot he attacked just now was precisely a flaw in the black-clad swordsman's swordsmanship, so why was his arm suddenly cut off?
In this moment of confusion, before he could comprehend what was happening,
the longsword had already pierced through his throat.
The sword tip emerged from the back of his neck, the black-clad swordsman hating him for his cruelty, shook their hand, and with a flash of the sword, the longsword went in from the front, out from the side, and directly sliced half his neck.
