C45 needle-to-wheat awn

Wang Yanzhen was not afraid of the knife-scarred man whose cultivation was much higher than hers. The sword qi was like a rainbow, piercing towards the knife-scarred man like lightning.

The knife-scarred man was also surprised. He had not expected Wang Yan to be so tough. In a split-second, the knife-scarred man stomped on the ground and dodged to the side.

If he didn't react fast enough