The moment the tip of the bronze knife pointed at Luo Yang, a wave of icy cold energy paved the way, Luo Yang was like a net in the wind, instantly pierced, the whole person was frozen, unable to move.
Su Changming then saw the bronze knife, scared incoherent: "This this ...... it ...... how can it fly? Xiao Luo! Xiao Luo!"
He shouted very loudly, but Luoyang did not respond half as if he was fixed by the spell.
Something even weirder happened, the bronze knife slowly flew over, and as it approached, the rainwater on the color steel shed and on the ground actually began to freeze!
"Xiao Luo! Xiao Luo look, look ...... it it it's coming over!" Su Changming's legs trembled.
Luoyang still did not respond.
The bronze sword came to the two men and hovered down.
Su Changming's right hand
