The Sword Qi flying out was heading straight towards himself.
This... this is truly like seeing a ghost!
Who is this Old Man?
This question also appeared in the minds of Su Mo and Wei Ziyi.
Zhang Fang watched and realized it was already a step too late, from when Elder Du's wife spoke those words to the moment these two knelt down to beg for mercy, and then when Zhang Fang and Yu Tong launched their attack.
In that instant, Su Mo and Wei Ziyi saw everything clearly.
Zhang Fang was indeed pressing hard on Blood Floating, but Yu Tong's sword strike, from the moment it was launched, was ineffective.
After a series of exchanges, they still couldn't do anything to harm that Old Man.
Su Mo watched the Old Man's skills, his brows furrowed tightly.
For some unknown reason, there was a feeling of familiarity and unfamiliarity.
But counting all the people Su Mo had encountered since entering Jianghu, none had martial arts similar to this person.
For a moment, he was quite puzzled.
