Yan Wu's whole body trembled, and the magic sword in his hand hummed. He was actually at a disadvantage in this attack. He stared at the woman intently.
"Master Fang is good at swordsmanship, but I am not a swordsman."
"oh!"
It was time to use some magic. Ava Fang held the arrow hammer in her right hand, clasped her five fingers and pinched them together. "Puff puff puff", dozens of flaming butterflies flew towards Yan Wu at an unimaginable speed.
The psionic butterflies formed a circle around him, and as they flapped their wings, tiny flames like pollen fell down and landed on Yan Wu's spiritual shield, suddenly turning into a big fire.
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