The shadow of the whip was attached with lightning. The long whip was like a ghost, and with lightning speed, it once again whipped in the direction where she had just stopped!
'Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!'
The purple-haired woman lashed out with the long whip in her hand. Wherever she went, the shadows of the whip intertwined and did not dissipate.
The sky was filled with electric currents, and wherever the lightning spiritual energy went, it would form the purple-haired woman's eyes and ears, allowing her to clearly distinguish where song Qing had landed.
Every time song qingxiao dodged to a spot, the purple-haired woman would also follow.
The two sides exchanged blows, and in a short while, the purple-haired woman had already lashed out with as many as a hundred whips!
‘嗞嗞嗞!’
