Lin Fan's face immediately darkened, the corner of his mouth curled upward, and a sense of hostility arose.
The other party was certainly not joking.
A confident look, as if one sword could kill Lin Fan.
Such confidence is not something everyone has.
Moreover.
The opponent clearly recognized him.
Not only did they recognize him, but they were also quite familiar with him, they probably already had a deep understanding of him.
Lin Fan furrowed his brow and coldly glanced at the Black Sword in Ling Wudeng's hand.
The all-black sword body seemed to have the ability to devour light.
All the light shining on it had no reflection whatsoever.
However.
The sword body shimmered with another kind of indescribable weirdness, as if it could suck a person's gaze into it.
Truly terrifying.
Lin Fan knew he was somewhat enthralled, quickly diverting his eyes, filled with deep suspicion.
"Little Fan Fan, be careful!"
