"You are Mu Fan?"
From a distance of 100 meters, the person in front suddenly drew a pair of swords from his back and blocked the way of the two.
"Who are you?"
Before Mu Fan could answer, Qing Yuan spoke up first, cursing back: "A good dog doesn't block the road; standing in the middle to annoy people, are you tired of living too slowly?"
"You're courting death!"
The man's face changed suddenly, shaking his double swords, one advancing and the other retreating. They sent out piercing cold light, stabbing towards Qing Yuan.
"Hide in the woods."
Mu Fan moved quickly, pushing Qing Yuan to the dense woods on the right rear side. He unsheathed his long sword and swung it with the momentum of an avalanche. It drew a perfect arc in the air, blocking the rapidly approaching double swords in front of him.
"Zi la la."
The sword light flickered, striking out dazzling sparks.
Under the control of the man, the double swords spun rapidly and once again attacked Qing Yuan.
