A pale and extremely long hand gripped the sword hilt, and the arm spun like a centrifuge, turning the great sword into a high-speed rotating drill.
"Buzzing!"
When Ma Baoli heard the noise caused by the rotation, the tip of the drill had already reached her face.
This sword strike was too sudden and too fast, even Liu Zheng and the Yaksha couldn't react in time to help, only watching as the drill headed for Ma Baoli's nose bridge.
It's not hard to imagine that if this strike hit, Ma Baoli's head would instantly become a bursting watermelon.
"You think you can kill me? You're not qualified yet!"
Faced with the life-and-death crisis, Ma Baoli was not afraid but rather joyful.
She was inherently a legendary treasure sword, only needing a battle to sharpen the edge.
And in the face of this unprecedented formidable enemy, Ma Baoli's fighting spirit rose layer by layer, reaching the peak.
