Xiao Xili stood up and performed a sky-grade martial art. The Charming Flamingo Dance, a dance that confused her foes, making them fall into a complete dream, wasn't able to move.
Her willow waist moved flexibly, her slender thighs were exposed, and her hands moved gently.
The sweet and intoxicating scent of the perfume drifted into Shenlian Yingyue's nose.
As she was dancing, she saw Shenlian Yingyue stand stiffly; her eyes lost focus.
She smiled with malice, and a silk ribbon appeared in her hand. As she waved her silk ribbon in an attempt to behead Shenlian Yingyue's head, her smile disappeared.
"How is it possible?" She looked at the sharp and cold sword on her neck in disbelief.
"You lost!" Shenlian Yingyue put her sword on Xiao Xili's slender neck and said it expressionlessly.
Xiao Xili seemed to lose her speech. She looked at Shenlian Yingyue in horror.
