The first things to arrive were not the sword, but two flying needles.
One bored directly into Qian Bu'er's skull, the other pierced his heart.
SQUELCH.
The sword's tip pierced through Qian Bu'er's throat.
Even at this moment, Fang Shuwen could still find a use for Qian Bu'er.
With a forward push of his palm, he sent Qian Bu'er's corpse flying straight into the cabin.
The sword hadn't even been pulled from Qian Bu'er's throat before the body was upon its wielder.
Before the Swordsman could react, the corpse had already slammed into him.
The sound of shattering bones was as dense as a string of firecrackers.
The Swordsman spewed a torrent of blood. He and Qian Bu'er flew high into the air together before crashing down hard.
At that same instant, the palm user struck at Fang Shuwen.
He was the team's insurance. If both the sword and needles missed, he was in the perfect position to follow up, giving Fang Shuwen no opening to exploit.
