However, such a balanced confrontation did not last long.
Almost after a few breaths, the sword of the girl in grey broke into pieces again.
But this time the fracture did not turn into a broken edge and burst around like before.
But from big to small, broken into parts into numerous small blades, whistling from all directions to stab the flower ball.
"Hum!"
There was a quiver on the surface of the flower ball.
All the blades of the sword were spinning to get into the ball and break its impact.
Under the control of the girl in grey, the flying sword is determined to break into the flower ball, while Feng Chenglin opens his hands in disdain.
With his control, the air flow penetrated into the body of the flower ball, which suddenly seemed to be filled with air. The whole body was excited and rotated faster.
"Click!"
Those flying swords beside it broke their blades, which made a crisp sound of impact and the fire appeared.
"Bang"
a broken blade was completely blown away.
Like a drop of water thrown out by a high-speed rotating umbrella, it flashed in front of the girl in gray in a flash.
"Whoosh!"
"Oh
At that moment, the face of the girl in gray suddenly changed. She snorted in her mouth, and the whole person stepped back.
On her left cheek, a cut stood out.
Although the wound is not deep, but it is broken.
"Miss..."
Around the gray men also each face greatly changed.
For a young girl who is just in time, a knife in her face is more desperate than killing her.
Sure enough --
the girl in grey changed her eyes, stood panting, raised her hand in horror, and touched the wound on her cheek in disbelief.
When she looked at the blood on her fingertips, her eyes were filled with boundless anger.
"You How dare you Hurt my face... "
Feng Chenglin disdains: "nonsense!! When the two armies face each other, do you want to take care of your face? "