Above the sky, knives were flying like migratory locusts, and hundreds of blades pierced the sky and went straight at Chen Aochen.
"Ultra-quality spiritual weapons? So many?"
Chen Aochen's face kept changing and he just wanted to retreat, but how could he be as fast as the Million Knife Art? Almost in the blink of an eye, he was swept by the knife stream.
A protective barrier appeared in front of him. However, it only lasted less than 5 seconds before it was shattered by the Million Knife Art.
Rip… Rip… Rip…
In an instant, dozens of wounds were cut on Chen Aochen's body. It was a pity that Chen Aochen had already used the five seconds to escape. Otherwise, Han Fei felt that he could kill him directly.
On the other side, the Hanging Fisher's eyes almost popped out when he saw this scene. Good lord, is this guy a professional refiner? A hundred ultra-quality spiritual weapons? Seriously?
