Martial Cultivator

There had never been anything in this world that was a matter of course.

There was no such thing as three people besieging and trying to kill one person and being certain of victory.

Chen Chao's straight saber pierced through the dharma idol body of that Fuyun great demon, and the latter was at first driven backward by the tremendous impact, unable to keep his footing.

Two enormous ravines suddenly appeared, continuously stretching into the distance.

After several hundred feet, Xu Li steadied himself, pressing both hands against the blade of the straight saber. As his demonic qi continuously shattered, he wanted to pull the straight saber out of his body.

But the moment his hands touched the blade of the straight saber, the large amounts of demonic qi on both his hands began continuously shattering, and cracks began appearing all over his dharma idol, exactly like a precious piece of porcelain that, in an instant, was already on the verge of shattering.

Xu Li frowned. Even at this moment, he still did not understand why the young martial artist, who was being besieged by the three of them, still had the strength left to attack. Attacking was one thing, but to be able to severely wound his dharma idol with a single saber at a moment he had never anticipated.

This enormous question remained in the heart of the Fuyun great demon at this moment, refusing to disperse.

He suddenly found himself somewhat laughable, feeling as though he had become one of those people who had secluded themselves in the mountains and forests for many years, claiming to be peerless masters. They looked impressive, but in reality had long since become narrow-minded and complacent.