But unexpectedly, when the finger wind fell, it was all in vain.
A sudden realization of trouble dawned, but there was no time to turn back.
A figure flashed by.
A streak of cold light suddenly appeared.
A trail of blood was left on his face.
But this was just the beginning!
Sword scars flew like shooting stars, like a heavy rain.
On the Star Viewing Platform, the Nine Illusions and One Reality that Su Mo appraised were now all real strikes from her sword.
The old man couldn't even catch a glimpse of Wei Ziyi's figure.
He only felt shadows everywhere, yet there were no real figures.
For a moment, he could only guard his vital points tightly, not allowing this skillful sword technique of the young girl to directly claim his life.
Therefore, the sword scars of Chaotic World Flying Star left dozens of wounds on his body.
Blood flowed down the wounds, drip-dropping to the ground.
At this moment, the bystanders had already retreated, but the old man suddenly roared angrily:
