Chapter 1688: White Feather Fan

his face. That moment was terrifying, only he could deeply feel it!Every disciple in the Sword Hall was frozen, not seeing what happened clearly. Even though Shen Xiang was still ten steps away from...Chapter 1688: White Feather Fan

Scimitar quickly followed the white silhouette, using spatial force to move in front of him and slashing with his blade, blocking the silhouette. This turned out to be a young man with clear features and good looks, but his lips were white. His glasses emitted cold breath, his long fingers were full of deep cold air, and his nails were extremely sharp like small knives.

"Die!" The young man sneered, spitting out a white light from his mouth that hit Scimitar's chest, releasing an extremely terrifying coldness. This made Scimitar continuously retreat in mid-air and hit a small mountain before stopping.emed weak with no strong aura around him. His body frame was thin like it could be knocked over by the wind.Shen Xiang nodded. It was nice to see someone who could talk here, at least not encountering...