C1050 It's the Last Trip to the Old Man

"Hiss..."

The sounds of bodies being torn apart by the sword qi rose and fell.

After that, Zhang Mushi's body broke into pieces.

Fresh blood was blossoming on the ground beneath his feet.

At the same time, there was no expression on Zhang Mushi's face.

He had thought that he would be his opponent for the rest of his life. Just now, he had already died at his hands.

Now