Almost instantly, Ning Fanjue felt a chill in his throat!

Jian Wuchou’s sword has arrived!

soon!

It was so fast that he could hardly catch Jian Wuchou's figure.

However, the tip of the sword stopped less than two inches from Ning Fan's throat.

"Why don't you hide?"

Jian Wuchou frowned: "With your current strength, you can avoid the vital points."

Ning Fan looked at Jian Wuchou with a sullen face.

"Answer me a question."

Jian Wuchou's brows furrowed tighter and tighter.

The long sword in his hand moved forward half a inch again.

The tip of the sword had already reached Ning Fan's neck.

But Ning Fan still didn't move.

"You don't want to learn sword?"

"think."

Ning Fan whispered, "But there's one thing I can't continue studying if I don't figure it out!"

Jian Wuchou stared at Ning Fan for a long while, and finally retracted his sword.

"Ask."

Ning Fan took a deep breath.

"If I win in a duel with you, how much of your strength will I be able to achieve?"

"You can't beat me."

Jian Wuchou said proudly, "I have never lost in a swordsmanship competition in my life."

Ning Fan felt even heavier in his heart after hearing this.

"So, I'll never beat you, right?"

"right."

"So, you'll disappear before I beat you, right?"

“…”

"You're in a hurry to break me out because you want me to learn more of your sword techniques within a limited time, right?"

“…”

"Jian Wuchou, how much time do you have left?"

Ning Fan clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.

Ning Fan started to notice something a few days ago.

After he was able to deal with Jian Wuchou's moves relatively easily, he also had time to take a few glances at Jian Wuchou.

Upon seeing this, he discovered...

Jian Wuchou's figure seemed to fade.