Chapter 43: Song Lian
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Martial Cultivator Chapter 43: Song Lian

Ever since that black-robed man walked out of the courtyard, the alley suddenly became quiet. Xu Yu and Li Huo two people who were standing on the tall building exchanged glances, already seeing the concern in the other's eyes.

But the middle-aged daoist nun did not think that much. In fact, she would not go and think that much at all. She just looked at the arrival and said angrily, "Do you want to die?!"

The black-robed man ignored this daoist nun. He just glanced at that youth who was already seriously injured and said calmly, "I'm going to take him away."

"Impossible!" The middle-aged daoist nun howled sharply. The entire courtyard suddenly began shaking. Just today, she had experienced too many things. In order to kill that youth, she had paid too great a price, especially when she was practically seriously injured by that youth before. Everything that happened made her determined to kill Chen Chao.

Hence, she had practically lost all reason at this moment. That black-robed man had a mysterious origin, but she did not care. After roaring sharply, her whisk waved and countless streams of qi already flooded out. The alleyway was dilapidated in the first place. At this moment, under this surging qi, it was practically collapsing.

The middle-aged daoist nun was already a Great Beyond cultivator. Coupled with this attack filled with anger, one could imagine how great the power was. But the strange thing was that the black-robed man did not dodge.

He stood where he was and did not take a step back.

He watched the qi continue to sweep toward him and also watched the countless silk threads stabbing at him like countless swords.

In the next moment, those silk strands landed on his body like a torrential rainstorm. He was already enveloped by the whisk in an instant.

The black-robed man did not speak and also did not make a move. He just allowed the thousands of streams of qi to land on his body and also allowed the whisk to strike his own body freely. He did not teeter and also did not show any pain. He stood firm like

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