The thin sword held, the pistol bullet roared, even the man's unchanging face also let out a smile.

at the critical moment, the soft sword in Lin Xie's hand is like a wicker blown by the wind. The body of the sword swings left and right, and the deadly bullet is blocked in the rotation of the blade. Then the soft sword bends to a proper arc, and the point of the sword stabs the man's wrist meridians.

the man didn't expect that the soft sword was in Lin Xie's hands, and he could make such a spiritual move. He withdrew, held the gun and raised his arm slightly, aimed...