It is clear that a sword can be cut down to half the way, but the sword has turned into thousands of fine needles, shooting at every flower, every link of the countless space; in a moment, the open flower, to wither, the broken flower, directly burst out; the twisted strange space is also blocked, no longer as nimble as before.

seeing this, situ Yixiao sighed in his heart, "if my strength is more powerful, these spaces should be punctured." Situ Yixiao thought in his heart that he would attack xiaozizhen again. Suddenly, the thousands of fine needles turned into a whip, like a snake spitting out a message, which...