A Man Like None Other

Chapter 4847

At this time, David in mid-air slowly fell down. After he stood still, he looked at Fusheng and said lightly: “I wonder if you still have the strength to fight again?”

Fusheng gritted his teeth. Although he was unwilling in his heart, he also knew the gap between himself and David.

He put away his sword, clasped his fists, and said: “David, you are very strong. Fusheng admires you. Today, I am not as skilled as you. I lost in a one-on-one fight.”

After that, he turned back to the team of the Eight Swordsmen of Demon Mountain.

The other seven of the Eight Swordsmen of Demon Mountain were shocked to see Fusheng lose.

They looked at each other, and a hint of hesitation flashed in their eyes. However

, as a sword cultivator, they were unwilling to retreat, and at the same time, Ming Shao was watching them from behind.

Seven people drew their swords at the same time and surrounded David. Their aura instantly reached its peak.

“David, since you are so powerful, the seven of us will come to you to learn from you!”

One of the seven people said, his voice firm and with a hint of fearlessness.

David looked at the seven people who surrounded him. There was no fear on his face, but a hint of excitement.

then let me see how capable the other eight swordsmen

sword power around David surged again, and the white light enveloped him, like a god of war descending

fooled. These guys are shameless and want

seven sword cultivators and said with disdain: “Do you still have any shame? David just fought a battle and hasn’t recovered yet. You want seven

me, we have people in Sun

cultivators in Sun

Demon Mountain look embarrassed, and they didn’t know what to

at this scene, looked at the red-haired old ghost and said:

ghost nodded: “I’ll chop off David’s head

old ghost flashed, and then turned into

cold, feeling the rapidly approaching terrifying aura,

battle, and if there was another master, he would not be able to deal with it

four Hades are just

sweeping from the sky, directly suppressing the breath of

Wuji holding a whisk, suspended in the

his body had not recovered yet, and the

ghost looked at Taoist Wuji, his face

I

Taoist Wuji cursed!

The red-haired old ghost was not afraid, and he

men kept fighting in the void,