Just as Song Yun was about to succeed.
Song Kunlun's eyes suddenly opened wide!
Immediately, a large hand appeared in front of Song Kunlun at a speed Song Yun couldn't even perceive, and then the hand opened and directly reached for the Seven Killings Ghost Blade.
Crack!
An ear-piercing sound rang out.
Song Yun was frozen in mid-air.
It's not that Song Yun didn't want to land, nor did he suddenly learn to fly, but that the Seven Killings Ghost Blade was entirely caught by someone's hand.
Then, he didn't fall a single inch, and because Song Yun was holding onto the Seven Killings Ghost Blade, his whole body was also motionless.
"Die!"
Song Kunlun's mouth opened slightly, spitting out this word.
Song Yun was still pondering how someone ranked lower in the divine list could let him die when another large hand suddenly swung over from the side, aiming towards Song Yun's head.
Of course, Song Yun could not let himself be slaughtered.
