Chapter 117: Mist II

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"Tss!" A needle-like wisp of gray smoke instantly brushed past Lin Fei's cheek. In an instant, a thin line of blood appeared on his pale skin.

Lin Fei paid it no mind.

Clang!!

The longsword was drawn in an instant, transforming into a streak of silver that sliced at his right side.

He walked forward with ease, as if out for a leisurely afternoon stroll.

The longsword in his hand disappeared and reappeared at his side at intervals. His sword-wielding right hand had become a blur.

"Who allowed you to enter my territory?" Lin Fei chuckled.

"Boom!" A silver crescent flashed by in an instant.

A petite figure was violently struck by the sudden emergence of the sword's radiance and sent flying, but immediately, countless wisps of gray smoke swiftly surrounded Lin Fei. The ghostly faces in the air howled and screamed.

Whoosh!