However.
At that moment.
"Hmph." Seeing that Lin Ji's sword was already just a foot away from Mu Yinyin's throat, Tailing Nishang made her move. She let out a cold snort, her movement technique undulating, her shadow art floated gracefully, strangely agile like an illusion, suddenly standing in front of Mu Yinyin.
Moreover.
Her sleeve, incredibly fast, at an almost extreme speed that was nearly imperceptible to the naked eye, no one knew how she did it. A closer look revealed her sleeve had tightly wrapped around Lin Ji's sword.
Trembling terror was that Tailing Nishang's sleeve didn't shatter. Instead, Lin Ji's sword was wailing, the sword light dimmed, and upon closer inspection, one would find Lin Ji's sword somewhat twisted and deformed.
What terrifying sleeves.
What... material is it made of?
In the hall, quite a few Martial Cultivators gasped in shock, horrified and stupefied.
