Tang Wan has no answer, Chen Yang has no answer, Hongyun has no answer, and no one in the world can give the answer.
Only results can give this answer.
The wind was torn into pieces, the rain was shattered, and everything within a radius of tens of meters, whether it was wind, rain, fallen leaves, or anything else, was swept away.
There is a fresh air after the rain.
All the obstructions disappeared, and Chen Yang and others instantly cast their gaze over.
"Caught it?"
This was the first thought that came to Logan's mind when he saw the scene in front of him.
Tens of meters away, Wu put his hands together, palms facing each other, firmly holding Liu Yidao's shocking sword in his palms.
Not moving at all.
It was as if a knife had been cut into a thick piece of wood and was stuck firmly.
Liu Yidao held the handle of the knife with both hands and remained motionless.
Neither of them moved, even with the sword.
Then, Wu slowly spoke and spit out two words:
"Good knife."
The next second, "hiss", his head and face were like a hard-boiled egg with its shell peeled off. From the center of his eyebrows, to the tip of his nose, to his chin, and extending to his neck, a straight line of blood appeared from scratch and turned bright red.
garish.
It was like being slashed by an extremely sharp knife. For a short period of time, no pain was felt and the wound was invisible until blood gurgled out and penetrated into the heart.
"Didn't catch it?"
Tang Wan blurted out, and some strange emotions came out. It was hard to tell whether it was relief or regret.
What is gratifying is that Chen Yang does not have to fight such a terrifying person and is not in danger;
It's a pity that such a god-like figure should not die so easily.
Overall, relief prevailed.
"Caught it."
Chen Yang's voice suddenly came to Tang Wan's ears.
"Um?"
Tang Wan glanced at him in surprise, and then looked at the field.
Immediately afterwards, even a layman like her saw that something was wrong.
The blood line in the middle of Wu's face was bright red and dazzling, as if every drop of blood was redder than others, more condensed, and refined.
Visibly to the naked eye, the wound on his face was closing, and the closing force was so strong that drops of blood like lead and mercury slid down from his face.
The next second, Wu's face was as smooth as a freshly peeled egg.
On the contrary, the blood on both sides of Liu Yidao's sleeves, opposite to him, was gradually soaked with blood and turned bright red.
His whole body was shaking, and he was vomiting blood. Finally, his entire chest turned blood red.
Liu Yidao sighed, released his hands, and took two steps back.
His hands naturally dropped to the sides of his legs, and blood continued to flow freely, forming a line along his fingertips, and gradually became a pool of blood on the ground.
The corners of Liu Yidao's eyes, nostrils, mouth, ears...
Any place that can bleed will continue to bleed.
His face turned pale, as if the blood all over his body was like water in a wet towel, being squeezed out.
"He, what's going on with him?"
Even though Tang Wan was an outsider, he saw something was wrong and asked in shock.
It was obvious that he had struck someone else with a knife, and even if the knife was caught by someone, it would have been nothing more than a failure. How could he become this bloody gourd of virtue?
Chen Yang sighed and said: "It's not good to get the name Liu Yidao. There is really only one sword, and this is the only sword in my life."
"That knife cut out all the energy in his body. If it had not been blocked, even a tank in front of him would have been cut open by him."