"Isn't this kid crazy? How dare he underestimate Brother Lu's Full Moon Qinghui Blade?"

Not to mention them, even Qiu Tong and others were confused.

Feng Jueyu just charged into the trap alone, after all, killing enemies comes and goes.

But now, he actually went to seek death.

Yang Wenbin's eyes widened again.

Xuan Fei breathed cold air into his mouth, screaming in his heart that he was crazy, crazy, he must be crazy.

"Rumble..."

Pieces of clear light from the full moon came over the top, completely submerging Feng Jueyu in the ocean of sword light.

Lu Zhiqi's eyes flickered, and he immediately sneered and laughed: "Humph, you are bringing shame on yourself."

Just as he was about to retract the Full Moon Clear Glory Blade, at this moment, in the smoky clear sky, a big hand actually stretched out.

Snap!

Grab the Full Moon Qinghui Blade.

"Huh? Not dead?"

Everyone was stunned again.

Immediately, in the clear light, a disappointed voice sounded: "Not enough, far from enough, too much difference."

"when!"

The voice was singing loudly, and the big hand holding the Full Moon Qinghui Blade tapped lightly, and the sound of the ancient temple bells was heard from heaven to earth.

The next moment, everyone saw that the sharp and edgeless Full Moon Qinghui Blade split open countless small gaps like a spider web and collapsed and disintegrated on the spot.

"puff!"
Chapter completed!