C633 It Could be Said to be a Perfect Effect

The blade in Lin Tianyu's hand was like a reaper reaping the harvest. It drew a dark black line in the spatial zone.

The black line drew in an arc towards the neck of the opponent. It drew one line after another. It was gentle and gentle, like a line drawn by a brush. It did not attract the opponent's attention at all.

This was simply the pinnacle of a kind of Saber Dao.

It was like an art