C39 Flower Rain Holy Spell

At this critical moment, Su Luo flicked her long whip, its tip moving like a dragon, securely wrapping around the two sharp swords. The sword tips were barely an inch from Bai Ruolan's chest. She stared at the gleaming blades, holding her breath.

"Let go," Su Luo commanded in a low voice, flicking her wrist to send the swords flying. With a clatter, the swords hit the ground