Ten Crippled Sword Ghosts, The Brutal Combat Strength of the Past Era! (3)

"Sword Demon?"

"Who are you, kid? How can you summon the Sword Demon?!"

Xu Xiaoshou could hear the distinct tremor in his voice. It was fear!

This fear was not the sporadic kind. It was the type of fear that had been suppressed to the extreme, but it was almost endless when released.

Crack!

The Sword Demon's head tilted to the side, and a crisp sound of cracking bones could be heard.

Its head had not been cut off by the sword that pierced through the top of its head, but the look in its eyes became unhappy, extremely unhappy!

"I hate being interrupted when I'm talking."

This sentence was uttered with its back to Elder Han and its body bent toward Xu Xiaoshou.

However Xu Xiaoshou could clearly feel that when the Sword Demon said this, its attention was no longer on him, but on the returning Elder Han.

Ta.