As the dust settled, Shen Dingyan's eyes and ears had already returned to normal. At this moment, Shen Dingyan was staring blankly at his chest. The bowl-sized wound pierced through his chest, and his eyes were filled with disbelief.
He was going to die, and he was going to die at the hands of a Bone Tempering disciple of the Primordial Sword Sect. How ridiculous and ridiculous was that? Just now, he was clearly about to pick up Chen Fei, but how could this happen now?
Chen Fei swallowed the blood in his throat and stared at Shen Dingyan.
Sword Six was a desperate move for the current Chen Fei. If the enemy did not die, Chen Fei would not be able to resist anymore. And when he used Sword Six in a state of great strength, Chen Fei's body was directly on the verge of collapse.
The faint light of the jade pendant began to envelop Chen Fei, suppressing his injuries and preventing them from worsening.