Right in the merchant's line of sight, above Mu Fan and the other's heads, a shadow silently... swooped down!
Mu Fan didn't notice it, but he saw the look of shock and fear in the merchant's eyes.
Suddenly turned around!
The shadow had already intruded within three meters mid-air.
An aura of death and murder emerged at that very moment, and Mu Fan raised his hand, ready to swing the Short Stick.
But at that moment, the eyes-closed Lu Qingxue abruptly pressed her fair wrist downward, drawing out the Snow Building Sword in reverse grip.
A silver flash suddenly appeared, reversing direction upward from the air.
A shower of sparks suddenly flared in the sky as the shadow and Lu Qingxue's long sword made contact and then separated.
Bang...
It seemed the long sword made contact with the shadow's body.
But in the next second, the shadow instantly dispersed into mist.
Lu Qingxue struck the black mist with the sword, but... where is the enemy?
"Not human-like."
