Chương 392: Helpless

Naturally, many people shared the same thoughts as this person.

In particular, many of them were good at using blades. They all had their battle blades on their waists or backs.

Now that they saw such a treasured saber, they naturally could not suppress the desire in their hearts.

Suddenly, the burly man who spoke first shouted. His figure rushed up to the guillotine like a gale and grabbed the hilt of the Ghost Head Blade.

"Stop! Such a precious broadsword can only be used by those who are virtuous. Scram! You wild cultivator!"

A young man's figure was like a ghost. In a flash, he also appeared on the guillotine and grabbed at the hilt of the broadsword. However, he was still late.

The burly man laughed loudly. He suddenly exerted force and was about to pull the blade out from the platform.