Buzzzzzz!
A cold glint instantly exploded in Qin Huai's eyes. The sharp knife qi made him subconsciously want to retreat, but he stopped and stood in place.
In his eyes, the moment the two blades collided, a flame burst out from the tip of the blade.
Hu!
In an instant, the fire set the long knife in Qin Huai's hand on fire.
Wait a minute. The blade was ignited?
Qin Huai frowned and looked at the long knife in his hand. It began to 'wither' at a speed visible to the naked eye. Layers of refined iron that had been tempered thousands of times fell off.
In the end, it turned into a cloud of dust and drifted away with the cold wind.
Qin Huai suddenly threw the long knife in his hand to the ground.
An unremarkable flame had already climbed up the hilt. The moment it touched the ground, the entire hilt had been burned to ashes.
Rather than saying it was burning, it was more like corrosion.
