Everyone's face was filled with excited joy, they were completely hijacked by emotion, uncontrollably revealing smiles.
Everyone was anticipating the punch landing, and when Zhu Qilue exploded, it would be their moment of jubilation.
However.
They didn't expect that the scene of jubilation would never come, and in half a breath, the excited smiles would also vanish from their faces.
Clang!
Just when everyone thought Zhu Qilue was undoubtedly dead, a sword flew from nowhere, directly blocking between the fist and Zhu Qilue, emitting a resounding metallic clash.
Moreover.
The sword did not fall, but hovered in the air, no matter how hard Dongmen Buju exerted, he could not press down even a millimeter.
What?! Dongmen Buju was shocked, he stared closely, only to find the sword before him somewhat familiar, once he realized it, goosebumps immediately ran over his skin.
"Xuanyuan Sword?!"
Indeed!
The sword in front of him, which stopped his fist, was Lin Fan's Xuanyuan Sword!
