The demonic cultivator who had evaded the blow were staring at the Qingfeng sword in Feng Jiu's hand as it gave off a cold green glow. His eyes were filled with immense greed and excitement.
"This is the power of the Qingfeng sword? It's not bad, really not bad, what a great ancient magic sword."
He stared at Feng Jiu's sword and laughed sinisterly. The sound of his laughter spread, the surrounding airflow was affected by his power, and it had made it difficult to breathe. The ridiculous laughter sounded eerie in the night.
Feng Jiu hadn't looked at anyone else. She only stared at the demonic cultivator leader. Since he had killed Xiang Hua, then it's a life for a life, she will take his life!
The red figure was bursting with spiritual energy and enveloped by a stream of flames. She was a dazzling sight obvious even in the night.
