"Clang..."
The sound of the collision between the sword spirits broke forth, and the strong energy fluctuation pushed Mu Yunfei's body forward.
This gave him a chance to turn around.
His body flipped quickly in the air, and then the sword spirit condensed in front of him immediately.
However, at the moment he turned around, he saw the face of the person behind him.
This person was in a green robe, and his black hair draped over his shoulders like a waterfall. Everything was so familiar, except for the indescribable rage on the face.
This person was no other than Xing Jie, the one he was looking for this time. But now he looked very different from before. His eyes were no longer calm. They were full of monstrous rage instead.
Mu Yunfei was a little surprised, but in the next second,
