Chapter 637 The Style of that Sword!

Before Steve's words could land, two dark shadows, like phantoms, floated down from the distant horizon.

Seeing the newcomers, Steve's heart shook, and he roared with his eyes nearly splitting, "Aren't you Huaxia people?"

A hunchbacked man holding a steel fork let out a bizarre, cackling laugh through his teeth, "Fentian Sect, Black Asura!"

Another burly man carrying a huge sword coldly reported his name as well, "Fentian Sect, Ghost Swordsman!"

After speaking, he glanced at Steve with gloomy eyes and said coldly, "Hand him over, and I can leave you a complete corpse."

Enraged, Steve grabbed his sniper rifle and swept it at the Ghost Swordsman.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Three scorching bullets, trailing splendid arcs of light, swept toward the Ghost Swordsman.

Seeing this, the Ghost Swordsman forced out two icy words between his teeth, "Seeking death!"

"Swoosh!"

His cold voice was still spinning on his tongue when the huge sword in his hand cascaded down like a waterfall.