Hu Wei, who regained his sanity and was frightened for a while, saw another person in front of him.

It was that person who blocked Zi Chen's knife for him.

It was a middle-aged man who raised his palm to the sky and shattered the sword light.

Zi Chen stood in the distance, staring at the opponent, the magic sword had been sheathed.

The middle-aged man retracted his palm, looked at Zi Chen and said, "It's just a fight, why do you want to kill people?"

His voice was not sharp, nor was it a question, but more like a question.

Zi Chen said: "He has a damn reason!"

The middle-aged man didn't seem to expect that Zi Chen would answer like this. He was immediately startled and said, "This is a competition after all."

Then his eyes fell on the magic knife in Zi Chen's hand, and his expression changed slightly, "The magic knife of the demon clan?"

Zi Chen nodded.

The middle-aged man asked again: "Seven Demon Swords?"

Zi Chen nodded again.
Chapter completed!