C424 Febrile Shot

Seeing that there was no wind as an opponent, Number Seven of Wu Feng retreated, immediately gave chase. In the bright glow of the blade, there was a strong Vital Spirit that was continuously moving around.

At this moment, Wufeng was like a gust of cool wind, drifting about in a disorderly manner without leaving a trace. Every time when Number Seven's saber light passed by his body