Yun chujiu was still chattering non-stop, but her eyes were flashing with excitement. Oh My, there’s a door!
Finally, the red mist gathered to form a blurry figure. To be precise, it was not a person. At most, it was a blurry figure.
Even the swords in their hands were formed from the Red Mist. Yun chujiu was very sure that this was the figure that appeared on the cliff, because the figure was the same!
Just as Yun Chujiu was thinking, the red figure stabbed at her. Yun chujiu was so scared that she quickly used the sword in her hand to block it. However, she forgot that the “Sword”in the red figure’s hand was the aura of slaughter! How could she be afraid of her treasured sword? !
Therefore, she could only use all her strength to dodge to the side. Before she could let out a sigh of relief, the second sword of the red figure stabbed at her again. The speed was so fast that it was suffocating.