Lu Ten Dies, Zhao Youzhi Loses an Arm

Han Muye looked up and saw a sword light streaking across the sky, shattering all the demonic light.

At this moment, swords rang within a thousand miles.

This was a true sword expert!

A sword rose, and ten thousand swords rang.

Is this the number one sword cultivator in the Western Frontier, Master Tu Sun?

Within a thousand miles, the sword sensed that such a sword cultivation was the number one sword cultivator in the Western Frontier. Who else could it be?

Han Muye turned his head and saw an old man in a gray robe with disheveled hair walking in the air. Each step was 10,000 feet.

Han Muye had seen this old man before.

"Tu Sunshi?"

A strange expression appeared on Han Muye's face.

Wasn't the person in front of him the Tu Sunshi who recruited him at the auction and rewarded with 200 spiritual rocks by Han Muye?

Seeing Han Muye's expression, Tu Sunshi grinned in satisfaction.