Return my Flying Knife

Being vigilant, Xue Ying did not dare reduce his flying speed. Instead, he flew with all his strength towards where that ax was.

The ragged-clothed male opened his third eye. The image of Xue Ying flying was reflected faintly in that eye.

"Split." The ragged-clothed male coldly said.

Xue Ying who was originally flying at high speed suddenly felt his heart tightening, 'Not good.'

His twisted his body suddenly.

"Si la~"

The void around him shattered like a piece of glass. A brutal dark chasm appeared in the void. This void crack brushed past the twisted body of Xue Ying, giving him the feeling of death.