Mu Fansheng

Mu Fansheng's eyes were blood red and he poured all the blood into the sword desperately. The blade trembled uncontrollably under the impact of blood energy. He held the blade with all his strength, and Mu Fansheng walked towards the demon cultivator step by step. This scene fell in the eyes of the Southern Army on the city wall, and their hearts were constantly trembling: The newcomers who just joined the army yesterday, today faced the fifth-grade demon cultivator. He was so frightened that he couldn't even hold a knife, but he still walked towards the demon cultivator step by step. All the soldiers watching the battle felt their souls trembling. Some tilted their heads unbearably, some closed their eyes, and more people's vision was blurred by tears. As they got closer, the scene of Mu Fansheng being shattered seemed to appear in front of everyone's eyes, and the sky was filled with blood and foam. Suddenly, "Ah!" A loud exclamation sounded. The demon cultivator that was wreaking havoc just now has now been split in half. "What happened?" A series of questions flashed through the hearts of all the Confederate soldiers. A fifth-level demon cultivator was split in half by a first-level martial arts cultivator with just one sword strike? A fifth-level demon cultivator with one sword? Cut in half?