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It was a misty mass, suffused with light, as if it had come from two enormous eyes. The speed of light was scattered, sometimes converging, sometimes splitting.

The entire black fog closed in on Shen Hong. Shen Hong moved forward several dozen meters, not daring to face her enemies at the edge of the cliff. If they were to fight, and she was forced to the edge of the cliff, she would lose.

The black mist had already floated in front of Shen Hong, and the black mist dispersed, revealing a strange face. That face was like mist, but it had the face of a person, although it was called a human face, it was abnormally ugly. The first was a pair of shiny eyes, which Shen Hong was surprised to see. One of them was the size of a small triangle, with curly hair on the top of the head, the color of the hair was bright red, and the nose between the eyes looked like a hole.

It seemed to be a person in fog, its shape was constantly changing, and it was also making gasps for air. The sound that Shen Hong had just heard came from this group of fog people, and upon seeing Shen Hong, the fog man's expression changed very quickly. There was joy, sadness, curiosity and anger on his face, and from time to time, he would stretch out his hands from the black fog.

Shen Hong stood there, waiting for the Fog Man's movement to stop.

The Fog Man looked at Shen Jing and constantly made various expressions. Then, he stretched out his hand to scratch his curly hair. It looked as if he was giving Shen Hong a warning.

Shen Hong still did not move as she stared at the mist-man. The light from his eyes flickered, sometimes dim, sometimes bright, sometimes bright, sometimes bright. They were like two beams of light shooting towards her, but sometimes dark, sometimes scattered like a ball of fire.

The Fog Man took a few steps forward. It was only a meter away from Shen Hong when it suddenly reached out a hand from the black fog, grabbing Shen Hong. Shen Hong had long since prepared for this move, and with a sweep of the crescent scimitar, the extended hand was cut off by the sharp blade.

Shen Hong sneered, thinking, it seems like this mist person isn't very powerful. Why don't I use the crescent moon blade and disperse it?

Shen Hong thought, and with a wave of his arm, he sent the crescent moon blade spinning at an extremely fast speed, it struck the mistman's head, cutting it open from the middle. Shen Hong reached out and took back the crescent moon blade, and then he swung it again, hitting the mistman's chest, which was covered in a layer of black that was so thick it was impossible to see what was inside, both of his hands were hidden in the black. Shen Hong swung the crescent shaped saber back and forth, making more than ten slashes on the mistman's head, and after the mistman had cut it open, it quickly merged back and forth. In this way, Shen Hong's two arms became tired from swinging and looking at the mistman again, he still stood there, breathing heavily.

The Fog Man did not launch a proper attack, and Shen Hong was already feeling the pain in his arm. The Fog Man stared at the bright eyes and laughed out loud, startling Shen Hong that this thing could still laugh, surprising her. After laughing, the Fog Man spoke in a human voice that sounded as if it had been made from a quilt.

"Little lady, what other tricks do you have? Quickly use them. Otherwise, I'm afraid there won't be any more chances. I will bring you back and make you my wife."

The Fog Man spoke with a wretched expression.

Shen Hong gnashed his teeth in anger and threw out his crescent shaped scimitar. This time, the crescent blade flew out and stabbed into the black fog. Surprisingly, it didn't spin out. Shen Hong stretched out his hand to retrieve the crescent blade, but after a few hits, there was no response.

"Hahaha, little lady, do you want your broken blade? For the time being, I'm afraid that I'll have to take care of it." The mist man laughed. Its voice was dull and hollow.

"What kind of monster are you to dare to take my crescent scimitar?" Shen Hong flung out a Hundred Blossom Silver Needles and shouted angrily.

"Hahaha, this Demon Sovereign was born in the clouds, absorbing the essence of heaven and earth. The wind, the snow, the moon, the wind, the clouds, the night, tens of thousands of years have passed before I finally managed to cultivate to my current elegant appearance.

"Don't be like the wind, I think you're a lunatic. A foggy lunatic that gets blown away by the wind."

Little girls are really sharp tongue-tied. This Demon Marshall Fog has lived here for tens of thousands of years, but I've never seen anyone as fresh and tender as you. I assume you've also seen those crawling women, they only have a flashy appearance, but in reality, their bodies are completely empty. The Mist Man made a lewd expression like a human.

Shen Hong was so angry that her face turned red. She didn't think that this Fog Dweller was such a pervert. Even though she was shrouded in black fog, she still knew about relationships between men and women. Just thinking about it made her feel both hateful and laughable.

Shen Hong shouted and jumped up, sending a palm strike towards the mist person. Although her palm strike wasn't as powerful as Meng Xiaodie's, it still created strong gusts of wind and caused the mist person to sway left and right.

The Fog Man laughed and stretched out a foggy hand. In that hand, there was actually Shen Hong's crescent shaped scimitar.

Shen Hong was even more angry. He continuously struck out with his palm, but the mist-person simply laughed and swept up Shen Hong's palm with his saber. The wind from his palm had been completely swept away. Shen Hong was a little anxious, the Fog Man was obviously playing a joke on her, but to deal with such a Fog Man, she could not do anything, and the Hundred Blossom Silver Needles were useless. Seeing the Fog Man withdraw his hand, the crescent scimitar once again entered the black mist, it suddenly extended its other hand and touched Shen Hong's face with its palm.

Shen Hong actually felt like a human's finger was pinching her soft cheeks, causing the misty person to laugh out loud, "You're indeed a wonderful beauty. Your skin is exquisite and smooth, and there's even a faint fragrance of a rose flower. This is the best among flowers." The mist man sniffed at Hairy # 5's fingers, as if he was intoxicated.

Shen Hong was so angry that her lungs were about to explode. She repeatedly struck out with her palm, but nothing happened. The Fog Man dodged happily and suddenly stretched out its hand to touch Shen Hong's face.

The big and small eyes of the Fog Man shone, and winked at Shen Hong. It then put the fingers that touched Shen Hong's cheek to its nose, and after smelling it, it said sullenly and hollowly, "This fragrance doesn't dissipate for a long time, it's really the best. Little girl, this Ruixiang Flower is known as the Thousand Li Fragrance, it has a strong aroma and is far away. Do you know, such a fragrant flower, but there is a very thick name, "the flower thief", because it is too fragrant, and angered the crowd of flowers, together with the flower king to complain, said that it stole the fragrance of a hundred flowers in a body, otherwise, how can the flower fragrance, fragrance thousands of miles? From what I can see, it is not a "flower thief", it is simply a hundred flower killer! "