In the instant the Ghoul-head Saber fell, Long Yan still felt a sudden fear in his heart. Although he had a strategy to counter it, when it actually came down to it, he couldn't avoid the layers of fear.
Long Yan's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and with his right hand, the Magic Gun traced a beautiful arc in the air, while his left hand, infused with True Qi, fiercely slapped the side of the Ghoul-head Saber.
Ye Fu obviously didn't expect Long Yan to actually take the initiative to attack, and for a while, his entire person was dazed. The hand holding the Ghoul-head Saber twisted, and the Magic Gun in his right hand stabbed fiercely into his shoulder.
With a howl, Ye Fu's figure flickered in the air, and when he reappeared, he was already far away. Long Yan's hand, which had slapped the blade of the Ghoul-head Saber, had turned red. Could strong ones of the Demon Emperor level be so easily provoked?
"Kid, you actually..."
