At this time, Liang Xiaoke's body shape appeared in front of him. In Xiaoke's hand, he held the Tianzun sword that originally belonged to him, with a ferocious smile on his face, and cut it towards Ye Jingyu

"no..." There was a cry of desperation in Ye Jingyu's mouth, but the knife was really cut down. His head rose to the sky, and he could even see his headless body slowly falling down Is he going to die?

Ye Jingyu's heart was in despair, but he couldn't think of anything again

everything is so peaceful, everything is so silent, everything is so desperate

dead, really dead?

"hum..." At this time,...