There was actually a maze hidden there.
If it wasn't for this sword slash, they would definitely have died if they barged into the maze.
"Old Tu, your Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords is really effective. If it weren't for this strike, we would have been wrapped up like dumplings." A bearded man whispered and grinned. "Whoosh—"
Everyone turned around and left. However, before they could fly more than 100 miles, they stopped.
In front, a young man in a black robe with a sheathed black sword on his back stood there with his arms crossed.
"Why aren't you running?
"There are only five of the even Bandits of Liu Chuan left. Those two are waiting to reunite with you at my Golden Mystic Dao Sect."
The young man sneered and looked at Old Tu. "Tu 10,000 Swords, let me see how capable you are."
"Clang—"
His long sword was unsheathed, and the sword light was bone-chilling. From a thousand feet away, it seemed to want to devour people.
