Wang Zhongjie couldn't help but say, "You have to know, Li Xiang, your flying knives are custom-made, with hardness and toughness no less than a Swiss army knife."
Li Xiang shook his head, "I didn't see clearly how he acted just now."
"This is strange."
Wang Zhongjie said in surprise, and picked up the last flying knife on the ground.
Although this flying knife was also cut, the two segments were still connected, and the knife handle was not completely severed, with a little connection.
"What is this?"
Suddenly, Wang Zhongjie exclaimed.
Instantly, everyone's attention was drawn, focusing their gaze on the flying knife.
Only to see a hair strand straightly embedded in the cut on the knife handle, with hardness like that of steel wire.
"Is this?"
Everyone's eyes nearly bulged out.
A hair strand can stand straight, this is too unbelievable.
"Could it be, just now he used a hair strand to sever the flying knife?"
