C1869 The sword spirit was crazily moving

Ling Yun's reaction was extremely fast. In a split-second, he had already retreated several hundred meters away, far away from the pure white Sage Bamboo. It was just that in the air, a strand of pitch-black hair floated down.

Ling Yun gently touched his face that was in pain, as though he was being pricked by needles. Just a little bit more and his head would have been split open