C2910 The Heavens Want Me Dead

As Ning Fusheng spoke, he raised his cold sword slightly, and then gradually soul transformed, merging with his right arm once again, forming a thin white mist.

Whoosh!

Guu Feng only felt a gust of cold wind blowing against his face. It turned out that Ning Fusheng had already attacked him again.

However, this time, his momentum was even stronger