Han Qianfan proudly raised his newly grown arm and greeted Jiang Qingwan.
Jiang Qingwan didn't show it on her face, but she was anxiously thinking about her next move.
She stared at Han Qianfan's face, trying to find a flaw.
Bathed in the glow of the golden bell, Han Qianfan's face was illuminated by the warm light, giving him a serene and peaceful appearance.
Jiang Qingwan planned carefully before taking action.
How can we solve this golden bell problem?
My attack just now had no effect on the golden bell.
But it seems that there is no other way but to continue the attack.
Jiang Qingwan really didn't believe that the golden bell was truly so magical that it could withstand attacks without losing any durability.
Han Qianfan's smile grew even brighter, his lips stretching all the way to his ears once more.
"Has anyone ever told you that your smile is really ugly?" Jiang Qingwan gripped the golden sword tightly with her fingertips.
Han Qianfan's smile vanished instantly, his gaze turning icy. "You're about to die, yet you deliberately provoke me. Do you want to die even faster?"
"Then why don't you make a move?" Jiang Qingwan saw that Han Qianfan still hadn't made a move, so she took a gamble and tested whether Han Qianfan could launch an attack from inside the Demon-Binding Rope.
Upon hearing this, Han Qianfan's killing intent intensified. His face remained tense, but he made no move.
"Heh." Jiang Qingwan sneered, "Are you scared? Scared that a momentary attack will be met with a brutal beating from me?"
"Don't be so smug! I can't fight back, you can't even hurt me, yet you're still so arrogant." Han Qianfan glared hatefully at the Demon-Binding Rope in front of him and cursed, "This damn Demon-Binding Rope, I'll break it sooner or later."
The Demon-Binding Rope seemed to understand its prey's disrespectful words, flashing a purplish-red light.
The severed arm, which had been entangled in the demon-binding rope, suddenly shattered into pieces and fell out of the hole.
Apart from some scratches on the blade, the Ten Thousand Bones Blade is exactly the same as before.
However, the Ten Thousand Bone Blade was bound by the Demon-Binding Rope, hanging horizontally from the rope. If it weren't for the golden bell, the blade would be positioned directly above Han Qianfan's head.
The sharp blade pointed at the golden bell.
Han Qianfan looked up at the threat appearing above him and instinctively frowned.
Taking advantage of Han Qianfan's distraction, Jiang Qingwan quickly picked up the Golden Radiance Sword and slashed fiercely.
The sword energy pierced through the Demon-Binding Rope and once again disappeared into the projection of the golden bell.
Han Qianfan clicked his tongue. "Would a sneak attack even work?"
"Whether it works or not, we'll only know after we try." Jiang Qingwan was also a little frustrated after her first attempt failed.
The longer it drags on, the worse it will be for you.
There is not only a gap in strength and experience, but now it seems there is also a gap in magical artifacts.
Jiang Qingwan began to draw spiritual energy from the air and poured all of it into the Golden Radiance Sword, condensing even more and stronger power.
The Golden Sword once again struck Han Qianfan with overwhelming force.
Han Qianfan curled his lips into a smile and continued to gently wave the fan given to him by Miss A Niu, looking as if he were strolling leisurely.
This attack was once again blocked by the radiance of the golden bell.
Han Qianfan smiled and said, "How about it?"
Jiang Qingwan glanced at Han Qianfan, kept her mouth shut and didn't say anything, gathering her strength for the next attack.
Before Jiang Qingwan's attack could land, the golden bell suddenly rang out with a "ding-dong."
It was crisp and clear.
It turned out that the knot had come loose, and the Bone-Piercing Knife had fallen straight down.
The blade struck the golden bell precisely, triggering a sound.
The golden bell trembled without wind, shaking more and more violently, and the sound grew louder and louder.
Finally, it disintegrated and turned into flickering golden specks of light, like fireflies falling into the forest.
Han Qianfan didn't have time to show off. He instantly picked up the fallen Ten Thousand Bone Blade, gripped it in his hand, and assumed a defensive stance.
Jiang Qingwan's sword once again pierced straight towards Han Qianfan.
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