The first thousand two hundred and eighteenth chapters sword shot(2/2)
"Whoosh——" At the critical moment, Can Jian stood expressionless in front of Song Hongyan.
"flutter!"
With a muffled sound, the dagger pierced Can Jian's clothes, pierced his skin, and spurted out a trace of blood.
Chen Long looked surprised and puzzled that he succeeded so easily. After all, Can Jian could even block the bullets of his old friend.
Victory was too simple and easy, which made his gestures slightly stagnant.
"flutter!"
At this moment, Can Jian held the blade with his left hand, and the broken sword in his hand also used the poisonous snake spitting move, and stabbed into Chen Long's chest.
Suddenly, all movements stopped, and even the wind seemed to die.
In the blink of an eye, this battle was over.
Many people's expressions changed, looking at Can Jian in disbelief.
No one expected that he would kill so directly, so brutally, so quickly.
The same sharp weapon, the same movement, the same injury, but the broken sword penetrated faster and deeper.
The blood falls with the wind, and then dissipates when it blows.
Ye Fan subconsciously shouted: "Live and breathe—" The broken sword stopped.
There is only a slight chance that Chen Long will die. Even so, he is now at the gate of death.
Chen Long felt a chill in his chest, his whole body lost strength, and then he shook his body and fell down.
Can Jian pulled out the sword with his backhand, his body was stained with blood and expressionless, but Ye Fan felt a chill all over his body... "If you need anything, come to me!"
Chapter completed!