A knife!

it's not so much a dance as a wave. It's a very flexible dance. Ordinary people use their swords in the palm to wave, chop, chop, stab Wait! But this short knife fell in Xie Xuan's palm, but it was just two fingers holding the blade. The blade whirled rapidly, like a rotating gear. The rotating cold light danced into a bright halo.

it's wonderful. It's impossible to find anything.

Xiaoning's face was set off by the bright and split light. She narrowed her eyes slightly, only to feel the brilliance, such as the rainbow running through the sun, which was hard to stare at.

Xie an lost...