Can Jian's mind went blank, he could only feel the hilt of the sword in his hand trembling rhythmically with his own pulse. Ai Gan was so frightened that he closed his eyes and dropped the flashlight in his hand to the ground with a clang. After a long time, when the flashlight beam was cast from Ai Gan's hand again, both of them could not help but be stunned and turned pale - everything they looked at was a mess: there was a deep sword mark on the corner of the table, and the imitation rosewood table was almost split diagonally; Can Jian's sleeve was torn and tattered due to excessive force, and his right wrist was also damaged by a powerful force. Injured by the sword energy, it was as red and swollen as a pig's trotters; the "Yitian Sword" in Can Jian's hand had been broken into two pieces, and the originally long cold blade suddenly turned into a flat shovel, and the "Yitian Sword" became the real "Can Sword"; but the watermelon remained intact and safe. Under the illumination of the flashlight, it looked like it was freshly picked, glowing with confusing and strange green light. It was really strange! . . .
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