"Blade techniques? I can't evade this strike."
Qin Yu frowned, as if the blade techniques displayed within this Saint Kingdom were even more peculiar.
At this moment, the blade techniques resembled a storm devastating a city.
The red dot representing the Order of Reflection appeared before Qin Yu's eyes, extending slowly towards Ju Wuwei.
"Drop the blade, or I can't guarantee that I can retract this strike," Ju Wuwei laughed heartily.
"General."
Suddenly, a chilling sensation halted his laughter. His throat had been cut by a fine, blood-soaked line.
If the Vajra Long Saber had gone any deeper, his windpipe would have been completely severed.
"What a terrifying technique. We can't practice with this pair." Ju Wuwei sighed, unaware of the origin of the unseen blade.
