Clang!
Ling Chen gripped the Thunder Sound Sword with his left hand, while his right hand swiftly drew out the Red Sky Sword. With the twin swords in hand, his body suddenly flashed, shooting out like a bolt of lightning!
The two sword lights fiercely reversed slashed forward, following Ling Chen's body!
Amidst two crisp snapping sounds, Ling Chen's position had already moved behind them, and a blood mark suddenly appeared on the necks of Teng Shan and the stern middle-aged man, rapidly spreading.
The two could only feel their throats seemed stuck, clutching their necks tightly, with eyes wide open, they fell down.
A sword to the throat.
Without reaching the Holy Realm, this sword was already a fatal wound.
Shen Qianlang watched this scene, his eyes revealing a look of disbelief. The twin swords instantly killed two Half-Saints; such a technique was simply magical.
Seeing this, Shen Qianlang's meridians throbbed, and his blood boiled.
