บท 131: Challenging the Seventh

Liu Ning grabbed the golden sword handle from her waist and drew the three-meter-long Fish Scale Soft Sword out.

The sword radiance flashed and knocked all the silver needles from the ground.

"Ding! Ding!"

Zi Qian displayed a martial technique emphasizing speed. Her steps were as light as wind and she kept changing directions. She propelled needles at her constantly, turning them into wave after wave of needle rain.

Liu Ning frowned her eyebrows. She wanted to attack Zi Qian but was forced to retreat from the shower of needles. She had to keep swinging her sword in order to defend herself, which quickly consumed the Genuine Qi in her body.

There appeared to be a deadlock in the Coliseum.

"Is she a hedgehog? How can she hide so many needles in her sleeves?" Duanmu Xingling asked with a lopsided grin, looking at Zhang Ruochen.

He said, "How should I know?"