Ling Hongxia wielded a knife, a short knife!
The blade was blood-red, suddenly flashing like a streak of blood descending from the sky.
The bloodlight's edge was sharp, slashing towards Liu Qingkong's wrist.
The timing of this strike was just right, precisely at the moment when Liu Qingkong was about to kill the Heavenly Saber Sect swordsman.
This moment was supposed to be Liu Qingkong's winning moment, the most relaxed moment of his mentality.
Ling Hongxia seized this fleeting moment.
With a swift movement between the elbow and armpit, Liu Qingkong's originally extended arm suddenly retracted. However, it was still within the range of the blade's aura, making it impossible for him to retreat completely.
Instead of retreating, Liu Qingkong moved forward, took a step, reversed his hand to grab Ling Hongxia's blade, but to no avail. With a flick of her fingers, a buzzing sound echoed as her fingers struck the blade.
