A speedy Fallen One rushed forward, crossing his hands, two sharp daggers appeared in his hands.
A dense chill surged, and icy poison needles suddenly appeared on the dagger!
Just as he was about to stab these poison needles towards Zhao Yunxiao, a sudden intense pain came from his stomach, as if something wanted to break out.
He instinctively clenched his buttocks, hoping to suppress this urge to defecate.
But it was too late!
A duel between masters, the key lies in the moment!
The moment he clenched, Zhao Yunxiao had already rushed to his front, the spear in his hand just gave a stab, directly slicing his throat!
"Pfft!"
His throat immediately burst, thick fresh blood sprayed out, even with splintered fragments of bones.
"Uh, eh eh..."
The Fallen One instinctively covered his neck, hoping to stop the blood, but it was of no avail.
Most shockingly, after losing the control of his nerves.