章節 97: The Tomb Of King Wu [I]

"Mu Shuang." Fei Hong hurriedly turned to look, but saw that in the mist, Mu Shuang was waving the whip in her hand and fighting with a figure.

Fei Hong was startled about this. He was just about to step forward to help, when a powerful palm wind grazed him from behind. "Not good." 

Fei Hong had no time to escape. So he had to control his true energy, and his upper body soared. This palm hit Fei Hong's back, and he only felt a numbness on his back. He was suddenly shocked by the impact. The power of this black-haired monster was so great.

Fei Hong turned around and punched, the black-haired strange corpse didn't dodge, but he faced the punch from Fei Hong, and he didn't seem to feel any pain. Those black eye sockets looked at Fei Hong and slapped him again.

Damn, dead man. Fei Hong didn't want to be entangled with this dead corpse, so he stepped on the movement cloud towards Mu Shuang's direction.