At the thought of this, Qing Xue took a step back and dodged the other party's attack. Then, she raised the silver thorn in her left hand and rotated her wrist.
As she rotated her wrist, the silver thorn on her left hand suddenly exploded. Countless silver needles as thin as cow hair shot out like a fairy scattering flowers.
This pair of silver thorns was actually made of silver needles.
Silver needles covered the sky.
The four black men who were attacking quickly defended themselves.
However, there were too many needles. In just a moment, the four men in black were pierced by the silver needles and fell to the ground in unison.
Qing Xue heaved a sigh of relief. She looked at the silver needles on the ground and smiled bitterly.
If she used silver needles, she would not be able to retrieve them. She only had a handful of silver needles left.
