The front was grey and silent. After Jie Hun told him that there was danger ahead, Liu Feng became even more cautious. He seemed to always feel that there must be some movement around him, but Jie Hun just deliberately didn't say anything.
The further they went, the thicker the fog ahead became. Liu Feng even began to doubt whether the other side of the fog was the Sword Domain.
Suddenly a light breeze blew past, Liu Feng's hair was blown up, and a mist was blown away. A black shadow slowly emerged not far ahead.
He was a man in black wearing a black robe with loose hair. When Liu Feng looked up, he saw his pale face and bright red lips.
"Who are you?" Liu Feng looked at the person in front of him in confusion.
"I'm waiting for you!"
"Wait for me? Do you know me?" Liu Feng was even more confused at this time.
The man shook his head and said, "Are you worthy of me knowing you?"
Liu Feng asked: "Then why did you say you were waiting for me?"
"I'm just waiting for you. I've been waiting for you since you approached here. Do you want to die quickly or do you want to die in torture?" The man stared as he spoke. Liu Feng seemed to have realized that the person in front of him was not a human, but a demon, a real demon.
Liu Feng said calmly: "I choose to live, live freely!"
"You have no choice!" The man flicked his sleeves and a gust of wind suddenly blew around. The gust of wind blew away the fog around and it came again, blocking Liu Feng's vision in an instant.
The person in front said calmly: "If you choose to die quickly, you only need to leave the treasures on your body. If you want to resist, then you will be tortured!"
As soon as the man finished speaking, waves of roars from monsters rose one after another all around. The sharp and piercing sound made people feel uneasy. The unbearable Liu Feng even had the urge to leave here immediately.
Liu Feng shouted, "Then I will choose to let you die quickly and painfully, right?"
As he spoke, Liu Feng suddenly drew out the Purple Sword and the Blood-Drinking Knife from the magic ring. The purple light of the Purple Sword and the red light of the Blood-Drinking Knife met in the mist, and an inexplicable oppression instantly made the surrounding monsters shut their mouths.
In the gray haze, the Zi Tong Sword and the Blood-Drinking Knife turned into two beams of purple and red light respectively and flowed forward. Liu Feng could also clearly feel that many monsters had fallen to the ground in front of him, and many monsters were fleeing into the distance.
"Hmph, don't you see whose way you are blocking?" Liu Feng shouted coldly, looking very proud.
"An imperial artifact? Haha, an imperial artifact!" A burst of ecstatic laughter suddenly came from the front.
When Liu Feng reacted, the two imperial artifacts had fallen into the hands of others. The Purple Sword and the Blood-Drinking Knife seemed to be restrained by something and could never return to Liu Feng's hands.
"How is that possible?" Liu Feng's expression became stiff, and he stared ahead with a puzzled look.
(End of this chapter)