787 Terrifying Bloody Battle

"Kill"

The cold-faced youngster sought the middle-aged scholar with a longsword. The two sword artists were rare experts; as soon as they began, only sword light and sword images could be seen, completely shrouding their figures. Even the others surrounding them spread apart. Sword artists were synonymous with offensive power. If one encountered a sword artist of similar strength, one would certainly lose in aura. A life and death battle of two sword artists was a frightening scene.

"My old bones…"

The experienced-looking old man's figure floated, stopping before the strange old man in a raincoat. Seeing his opponent being an old man like himself, the latter curled his mouth and said strangely, "I hate fighting old fellows. The older you are, the smellier you become. Change...I ask for a change."

"I'm afraid that your wish can't be fulfilled." The experienced old man chuckled, and a black-colored short staff appeared in his hand.

"Damn!"