"Sword Art! Slash!"
Qin Shaofeng did not care whether the middle-aged burly man had deliberately exposed a flaw to him.
The only weapon in his hand was still that broken section of sword.
But when he reached the middle-aged burly man's back in a few steps, he swung his sword down at the man's back.
The sword was now less than twenty centimeters long.
In anyone's eyes,
his strike was still half a foot away from the middle-aged burly man.
Yet for some reason,
when Sha Pojun and Du Zhixing looked toward the middle-aged burly man, they spoke in unison.
"That big fool is finished."
After observing Qin Shaofeng, the two of them had confirmed something.
This drunken Lord Li truly possessed only Heavenly Moon Tier cultivation.
But if anyone dared to regard him as an ordinary Heavenly Moon Tier martial cultivator, they would truly be courting death.
Had they not seen how the middle-aged scholar, who had used a peak Shining Star Position Defense Talisman, had still died so inexplicably?
How could this big fool possibly be an exception?
"Kid, do you really think I'm stupid?"
The middle-aged burly man's slashing strike did not pause in the slightest.
Yet the instant Qin Shaofeng reached his back, he abruptly turned around and sent a backhanded palm strike at Qin Shaofeng.
He was exactly as Qin Shaofeng and the others had judged him to be.
He was the sort whose mind was simple while his limbs were well developed.
He had practiced swordsmanship for many years, yet back and forth, he had mastered only three sword moves: the first was chopping, the second was slashing, and the third was sweeping.
Other than that, his horizontal training techniques and his incomparably fierce palm art were not something ordinary martial cultivators of the