No 1 Supreme Warrior

Heath breathed out deeply. Mask or no mask, he did not care. He then took out two three-feet-long swords of the same length from his storage ring and held one in each hand. The swordsmanship he cultivated was the double-sword style, and he stood In a way that allowed him to launch an attack at the drop of a hat. The masked man set his eyes on Heath again. Seeing this, Jack heaved a sigh of relief, and once again set his eyes on the three Corpse Pavilion disciples in front of him.

The bearded man looked him up and down, trying to read him. He suddenly burst out laughing, and said,” You’re smart to change the subject, but even this will not help! I will take off the mask on your face with my own hands to see who you are!”

he and Frank were in was considered safe compared to the other three. The masked man might have thought of the

Frank with a swinging ax. Frank’s face turned pale immediately. He stepped back, and shouted,

directing the attention back to Jack. In Jack’s heart, Frank was as good as dead. He stepped back, activated the laws

direction toward Jack, leaving the remaining two Corpse Pavilion disciples to deal with Frank. The

carried scorching energy that distorted the surrounding air. Jack’s brows furrowed, his attention a hundred percent on putting some distance between him and the ax. Although he was not weak,

The gap between him and the bearded man was half a small realm, meaning to say he was challenging someone half a level higher than him. He flipped his hands and punched out hand seals to summon the ten Soul Swords, which instantly appeared floating above

Gray-black smoke swirled around the giant Soul Sword while the runes on the sword flashed.