He stood quietly in front of the dancing smoke like an unseen pool of water at the bottom, unmoving in the face of the impending storm. The tranquility was both admirable and fearsome.
Wu Feiyan stared at Fu Longyi for a moment before quickly turning to leave. She was here to fight. If affected by emotions before the battle, it would be extremely dangerous.
"Swish swish——"
In an instant, the swirling smoke shot out a sharp sword light. The sword light, like water, surged wildly and fiercely. It transformed into a waterfall and suddenly cascaded downward.
A spirit of killing enemies spread rapidly under the illumination of the Cold Sword, covering the entire Combat Platform.
The tumultuous sword light rotated out, forming a massive Sword Light Storm in the air.
Seven feet away, the front suddenly contracted into a cone, piercing towards Fu Longyi's heart.
The wind stirred by the sword light tousled Fu Longyi's long black hair, making him appear even more solemn.
