"Attacking a lady who has lost her combat strength is beneath you," Ding Hao said. The long saber in his hand had not slowed down even slightly, its tip spinning and twirling like blooming flowers, flicking away all the hidden weapons that would fly over.
"As long as I can kill you, my reputation matters little." The black-masked man sneered. He kept changing positions in the void, creating a raging storm of hidden weapons.
Ding Hao stopped talking.
The Wen Qing Saber trembled at a high speed, flicking off the hidden weapons that shot towards him.
He had not used Qi, but relied only on the physical strength to defend, which required abnormally sharp eyes and quick reaction. Hidden weapons stormed across the sky like pouring rain. One small miscalculation, one move, faster or slower
