However, before Su Mo could breathe a sigh of relief…
An ordinary face suddenly appeared in front of him, less than a meter away from him.
The middle-aged man asked in a strange tone,
"You are a sword saint? You're actually a sword saint?"
He looked at the middle-aged man who had suddenly appeared.
Su Mo could not even tell how the other party moved.
At this moment, fear was like a sharp claw, tightly gripping his heart.
This was a sense of crisis that was far deeper than when he faced the mutated Zhang Lie!
Su Mo did not answer the middle-aged man's question.
He didn't even stop. He turned around and fled into the distance.
Chu Qingwu, who was carried on his shoulder, threw a pile of spirit talisman at the middle-aged man without hesitation.
However, the middle-aged man acted as if he had never seen a spirit talisman before, and his eyes gradually became ferocious as he stared at Su Mo and muttered,"
