However, in front of everyone present, yun Jian gripped her butterfly knives tightly with both hands. The blades of the two butterfly knives were facing downwards. Under the crazy firing of the sniper rifle in the distance, her figure.., it was as if she completely knew what kind of path the person with the hands would find to shoot at her.
Left, right, front, and back. Every Dodge was a risky move. She just happened to avoid the distant shooting. There were even a few times where she was just a few millimeters away from death!
And the group of shooting hands that were crazily shooting at the cloud parchment were obviously prepared to kill her.
This skill, this strength, and the various performances of the cloud parchment were as if she had always lived in this world of the bullet rain forest.
Just like what she said earlier.
She said that the life of Ling Qianqian was something that she had never dared to imagine in the past.
