Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!
A shower of sparks fell on the ground. Zhang Wenzhao looked frightened and staggered back.
A ghostly figure just happened to show up behind Zhang Fan. His sword light was like a cold star and it shook Zhang Wenzhao away.
The man was slim and thin with a black gown. He also wore a black scarf on his face. He seemed to be an unclimbable wall and covered Zhang Fan. With a thin sword in his hand, he struck out with his sword extremely fast so that it was hard to capture. One sword shook away Zhang Wenzhao. The sword was shinning so that it instantly shook away those young people in green shirts who had rushed to join in the fight.
"Let's go!" The black-scarf-masked man held Zhang Fan, who was almost exhausted. They leaped forward and ran away.
At the alley ent
