The sword came out, the sword body appeared, the sword light followed closely, and finally turned into a sword light, passing through Xiao Leng's neck with unparalleled speed, and then ran into the sky.

Afterwards, Kong Wuchang put away his sword and stood with his hands behind his back.

This sword attack was over before Xiao Leng could react, and before everyone present could react.

The scene they expected to see was that Kong Wuchang shot out a sword, but Xiao Leng blocked the sword with two fingers. Therefore, Kong Wuchang was so ashamed that he could no longer sustain himself.

However, Kong Wuchang's sword was so fast that they had just seen it and before they could react, it was already over...

Xiao Leng was stunned, and everyone present was stunned.

But at this moment, Xiao Leng came back to his senses and found that he didn't seem to be injured! Then he saw him suddenly laughing wildly, pointing at Kong Wuchang and saying sarcastically:

"This is your trick?!"

"You really didn't even hurt a hair on my head! Hahahaha..."

Xiao Leng's words made everyone wake up, and when they saw this scene, they all couldn't help laughing.

"Our direct disciple is really fast with his sword! It's just that this sword is fast, but unfortunately it does damage. It didn't even scratch Senior Brother Xiao Leng's clothes, hahahaha..."

"You can't say that. After all, our direct disciples are only at the seventh level of the day after tomorrow. How can a sword wielded by such a cultivation level break the defense of Senior Brother Xiao Leng? Don't you think so?"

"But having said that, our direct disciples, you were arrogant before, but in the end, you didn't even hurt Xiao Leng's hair. I'm afraid you can't wait to find a crack in the ground to crawl in at this moment!"

The harsh voices of the crowd continued for a long time, all with strong sneers and sarcasm, directly taunting Kong Wuchang.

Regarding this, Kong Wuchang looked indifferent, glanced at the crowd in the audience, then looked at Xiao Leng, and said sarcastically:

"Foolish!"

"Ignorant?" After saying this, Xiao Lengdang sneered, and saw him sneering at Kong Wuchang: "Kong Wuchang, you say I am stupid? I want to ask, you don't even have a hair on my head.

It’s not hurt at all, so who do you have to say I’m stupid!”

Kong Wuchang stood with his hands behind his back, glanced at him lightly, and said, "Do you think you were really unscathed by my previous move?"

"ridiculous!"

After saying these words, Xiao Leng's eyes were startled and he quickly lowered his head to check whether he was injured.

Just when he lowered his head, a sword mark suddenly appeared between his head and throat. The next moment, the sword mark suddenly cracked. His throat could no longer connect to his head, causing his head to fall completely.

.

"You..." Xiao Leng's head dropped to the ground, his mouth opened wide in disbelief, but he only said the word "you" and could no longer speak. His eyes rolled up and he completely lost his breath.

But his head was not so lucky. It was still rolling on the stage until it fell off the stage and landed at the feet of a certain outer disciple below.

At this moment, the entire arena with a radius of 100 meters suddenly fell into dead silence. Everyone's eyes were widened to the maximum, and no one made a sound for a long time.

Even after a moment, some people rubbed their eyes vigorously, as if trying to confirm whether the scene in front of them was an illusion caused by their eyes.
Chapter completed!