Now that Liu Ziyu was holding him back, Lin Yi's move came in handy. Judging from how he was able to beat zang Zili to a half-dead state, he believed that even if it was Chang minggui, a late mountain split master, he would still be able to put him in a difficult position.
The wild sand tornado whistled again and again. No one outside knew what was going on inside. Not to mention that the naked eye couldn't see it clearly, even the divine sense could be probed inside. In fact, even if the divine sense went in, it was not a good thing. It might even cause a backlash.
After a long time, a soaring sword Qi suddenly split the wild sand tornado in two. Immediately after, the white-robed Liu Ziyu was seen spitting out blood and flying backward. A silver soft sword had appeared in her hand at some point.
