Ji Ruyue stared at that youth in the billowing robe, whose face was filled with coldness.
For a moment, she couldn't help but be in a daze.
Until Jiang Fan threw a Revitalizing Pill over: "Fall back."
After saying this.
Jiang Fan, holding the Sorrow Frost Sword and using an astonishing movement technique, maneuvered among the dead corpse puppets.
With every strike of his sword, deathly energy would fade into dust under the cold light.
With each mountain fall, a puppet would crash to the ground.
Within moments, he had slain six of the dozen rampaging dead corpse puppets on the city wall.
This drew exclamations of amazement from the elders and disciples of the Seven Sects.
"What's with this disciple called Jiang Fan?"
"Even his three elders aren't as quick at killing as he is!"
"He just killed another one, instantly annihilated!"
"Every strike is clean and swift, without any unnecessary movements!"
"Hiss, this strength, can he still be called a disciple?"
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