C1571 Aggrieved sapling

After that, the sword that was originally as black as ink, suddenly expanded and then retracted back to its original state.

Although it did not look any different, Feng Zhi squinted her eyes.

She could feel that, compared to before, this flexible sword undoubtedly possessed the sharpness of a drawn sword.

Once again grabbing the sword hilt, Feng Zhi's gaze fell on the two sides of the blade