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!”

from him. In fact, the position he and Frank were in was considered safe compared to the other three. The masked man might have thought of the two

ax. Frank’s face turned pale immediately. He stepped back, and shouted, “Kill him first! He must be

had not given up on directing the attention back to Jack. In Jack’s heart, Frank was as good as dead. He stepped back, activated the laws of space, and immediately pulled a distance of five to six yards

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

the surrounding air. Jack’s brows furrowed, his attention a hundred percent on putting some distance between him and the

needed to proceed cautiously. 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

Sword. Gray-black smoke swirled around the giant Soul Sword while the runes on the sword flashed. As he retreated frantically, he pushed the Soul Sword forward to