C157 Sikong Shu

Lau Ning grasped the golden hilt at her waist and drew a three-foot-long fish scale soft sword.

The blade shimmered, deflecting all the silver needles.

"Ding! Ding!"

Zhou Zihan executed a swift martial skill, moving as fluidly as the wind, constantly shifting directions and unleashing waves of silver needles.

Lau Ning's brow furrowed