"Hmm?" Nan Chen Guang also noticed Song Changming sitting not far away, eating fish, and a strange look appeared in his eyes.
Although it was their first meeting, he immediately recognized Song Changming's identity.
At this moment, another figure flew out of the fog and crashed heavily on the riverbank.
It was also a swordsman from Sword Cliff, and he seemed to be seriously injured. His arms were bent in a bizarre manner, as if someone had forcefully twisted them.
"Young Master, run!" The swordsman spat out blood, his face smeared, and shouted to Nan Chen Guang.
The next moment, an extremely burly figure fell from the thick fog in the air, bare feet stamping heavily on the swordsman's back.
The swordsman was struck hard, his face contorted in pain, and he died howling.
Nan Chen Guang abruptly halted, the cold gleam in his eyes intensified, and he turned and swung his sword.
A fierce chain of sword qi swept through, hitting the burly figure.
