If even one sword is difficult to withstand, how can they discuss encirclement?
They wanted to escape, but their speed was far inferior to Lu Qingshan's.
For a moment, they found themselves in a predicament where they could neither advance nor retreat.
"What should we do? What should we do?" The remaining Seventh Grade Demon Cultivators had long lost their initial ferocity and were flustered like headless flies.
"We can't block his sword, this Sword Cultivator's sword is terrifying!"
"But why does his sword manifest our race's Demonic Qi? This is clearly a Demon Soldier?" Some Demon Cultivators were confused, but in such a situation, they had no mind to dwell on it.
Facing death, they had no time to think about such trivial things!
"Human Sword Cultivator, don't go too far!" Yuan Lie saw the people he brought instantly reduced to half, once again nocked an arrow on his bowstring, his eyes wide with rage.
Whoosh!
