Whoosh!
That figure suddenly appeared behind Zhao Fu. Zhao Fu sensed it at once and slashed backward, sending a fierce streak of sword light flying out, but the figure vanished again.
The next second, the figure appeared above Zhao Fu's head. The dagger in its hand shot out countless icy glints as it chopped down from the sky.
Clang!
Reacting in time, Zhao Fu raised his sword to block the descending dagger. Steel rang against steel, sparks scattering everywhere, but the figure vanished once more.
This kind of opponent was quite troublesome. It could hide within the void at any moment and strike whenever it wished; one careless mistake, and he would be wounded.
Whoosh!
The figure appeared at Zhao Fu's side again. Zhao Fu swung his sword at it once more. This time, his sword struck it, yet he felt no sensation of hitting anything solid.
The figure abruptly appeared behind Zhao Fu, its dagger trailing an arc of cold light as it sliced toward the back of his neck. Zhao Fu was jolted and darted aside, narrowly avoiding the fatal blow, but his shoulder was still cut open, blood flowing continuously from the wound.
Fury rose in Zhao Fu's heart. The Death Clan Sword in his hand erupted with countless sword lights. As he spun, he unleashed a powerful storm of death energy that swept in every direction, directly shattering some of the loose stones in the valley.
This time, the figure did not attack again. Forced back by that immense storm of death energy, it could only remain at a distance, not daring to come even one step closer to Zhao Fu.
Yet such a powerful wide-range attack could not be sustained for long. Once Zhao Fu stopped, the figure attacked him again.
After a bout of