Lin Fei grasped the hilt of the Anger Dragon Sword, directly ignoring the humanoid black mist attacking from the front, and instead turned to stab backwards.
Swish.
The sword flew like a meteor!
This strike was astonishingly beautiful, making the sun and moon dim in comparison!
The humanoid black mist attacking from the rear was almost defenseless and was pierced by Lin Fei's sword.
A scream immediately echoed in the sky: "Ah!..."
Everyone recognized that this scream was from Yuan Zheng.
Blood splattered, splashing onto the plaza ground.
The Anger Dragon Sword in Lin Fei's hand emitted a majestic Sword Qi, sweeping away the black mist hovering in the air.
The sky suddenly became vast and bright, and everyone was stunned to see that the sword in Lin Fei's hand had already pierced through Yuan Zheng's chest.
Blood stained a large area of Yuan Zheng's clothes in front of his chest.
