Nine Nine Luminous Cold Gu, like nine streaks of flowing light, encircled Xu Fan.
At this moment, Xu Fan raised his sword and swung it, the sword qi spreading horizontally like the Milky Way falling, immensely grand!
The demeanor of a Sword Immortal could hardly surpass this; Situ Jing was repeatedly retreating under this dazzling sword aura, utterly embarrassed.
Anger, Situ Jing was extremely angry!
He sincerely didn't expect that Xu Fan's swordsmanship would be so domineering with the Yanluo Sword's enhancement.
With a single strike, it seemed like he could shatter the heavens and earth...
Even more deadly was the nine streaks of flowing light around him.
These Nine Luminous Cold were, to Situ Jing, undoubtedly a nightmare-like existence.
Initially, he could exchange a few moves with Xu Fan, but at this moment, under the threat of the Nine Luminous Cold, he could only obediently take the hits.
