The woman in purple reacted, a trace of killing intent climbed onto her face!
Cold killing intent!
She promised one second before, and this brat dared to kill the next second!
This was a complete slap in her face!
She could no longer hold back, shouting angrily: "Courting death!"
In the next second, her aura burst forth, directly sweeping toward Ren Feifan.
The speed was at its extreme!
Ren Feifan's eyes narrowed slightly. From just her speed and aura, he could tell this woman in purple was very strong!
Far surpassing Zheng Qing.
He dared not be careless, clenching his five fingers: "Sword, come!"
The ground cracked open, a black light flashed by!
The Ancient Dust Sword was fiercely grasped in his palm.
The desolate ancient intent spread in all directions.
"Hmph, even your sword can't save you!"
The woman in purple scolded, and then a longsword appeared in her hand, the longsword surging with a terrifying aura, making one's heart pound.
"Bang!"
