The three top cultivators who flew over felt that something was wrong.
They hurriedly retreated, but they were still half a step too late.
Swish…
The sound of cloth being torn apart resounded, and a long and narrow hole was opened in the void.
The three top cultivators who retreated all looked at him solemnly.
At this moment, there was a scarlet line of blood on the same spot on their cheeks, and divine blood was dripping from the wound.
An ordinary horizontal slash had injured the three top cultivators.
They all felt the palpitating Sword Intent, but they were still unable to dodge it. If they had not stopped in time, the consequences would not have been just this.
"Motherf*cker, you're courting death!" One of the youngest top cultivators was furious. He wiped the divine blood on his face and rushed forward.
Xu Jin raised his eyebrows. Facing this powerful top cultivator, he had no fear.
