"Kill!"
With a shout, the swordsman's blade flashed again.
A Ghost Head Stronghold bandit was about to raise his blade to defend, but suddenly felt a chill in his chest—his heart had already been pierced.
Swish!
The swordsman's figure swept past, dodged an attack from another bandit, then reappeared at his side, slicing through the air. A head flew skyward.
Like a cleaver chopping vegetables, the swordsman killed with every step, leaving no trace across a thousand miles. No one, whether Yin soul or bandit, could stop him.
"Junior Brother Bai, your summoning Dharma artifact is indeed powerful, but its limitations are also very obvious.
I'd like to see how much spiritual power it has left after this burst."
Zhang Yuchang sneered, waving his hand forward.
Instantly, dry vines sprang from the ground, quickly rushing out to entangle the swordsman.
Magic, Withering Vine Entanglement!
