Da Xuan Martial Saint
A thousand-year dynasty would inevitably face decay, and a hundred-year noble family would eventually return to dust. What in this world could last forever? Was it an Immortal Body, tempered a thousand times, or the Martial Arts will, in Heart Unity with heaven and earth? Chen Mu came to this world, his sword in hand, and when he turned back at dusk, countless heroes and millennium-old Demons had all turned to dust, leaving only one person on the road paved with yellow sand.
Chapter 117 Continuation
"Here it comes."
Chen Mu's expression was calm, and his body remained still, but his gaze first fixed on what lay ahead, rapidly moving to his left.
Almost at the next moment.
Accompanied by a fierce and evil gust of wind, a huge white wolf with silvery white fur, almost reaching a man's chest, suddenly appeared. It didn't charge from the ground, but leapt downwards from above, diving from a large ancient tree at Chen Mu's left, viciously pouncing directly toward Xu Hongyu who was standing to Chen Mu's left.
Whoosh!
Xu Hongyu, with a placid expression, stood her ground. With a flick of the soft sword in her hand, the blade quivered, shaking out a flower of swords in the air, creating a curtain of light that resembled a spray of rain, meeting the diving White Wolf Demon.