C191 Triyang Mirror

"I want you dead!"

A sharp and hoarse voice came out from the black fog.

Just at that moment, Fang Zishu saw the black mist rushing towards him.

Seeing that, Fang Zishu squinted his eyes, and without thinking much, he placed the Gold Silk Red Thread Copper Coin Sword that was hanging around his waist in front of his chest. In front.

Swish!

A slight buzzing sound was heard