Instinctively touched his own head.
Smooth and bald!
That sword just now actually shaved my head clean?
How, how is this possible?
You know, the stronger the sword stance, the harder it is to achieve freedom of control.
Moreover, only my hair was shaved off, it seems not even a bit of my scalp was hurt.
What level of terrifying sword dao proficiency is this?
I'm afraid even the master of Wan Jian Villa can't do this, right?
"Get lost!"
Ye Guichen looked at the shock beyond words shown by Feng Wuxiu, who was stunned like a wooden chicken, calmly spat out two words, then turned and went back inside the room.
Feng Wuxiu kept staring at Ye Guichen's back, his lips quivered twice, but ultimately said nothing, turning away in silence.
"Senior Brother Feng, Junior Sister Chu..." Yang Di clearly also felt Feng Wuxiu's desolation.
All his life, Feng Wuxiu pursued the sword dao.
Thinking of himself as an unparalleled genius.
