But it was the glass flying knife he refined himself.

Exquisite and exquisite as a work of art.

The jade pendant is crystal clear and warm, as if there is a pool of clear water flowing in it.

He closed his eyes and gently stroked the tip of the knife on the jade pendant.

Just now, more than a dozen curves were drawn, and the tip of the knife was already stagnant and difficult to move.

The violent power began to emerge, as if he wanted to destroy both the sword and him.

At the same time, there was a burst of dizziness in front of me, and a strong sense of discomfort and invisible pressure squeezing the brain.

This is the backlash from the power of the divine text.

If it were the past, he had stopped, but now his physique has changed, and this powerful force cannot completely stop him.

He gritted his teeth, and tried hard to move forward.

I want to write out the word "Divine Text Light".

But he only wrote a small part and the tip of the knife could no longer move.

The invisible force is preventing it from continuing.

His body became extremely heavy, as if it had become a mountain.

His mind began to fall asleep.

This is really too bizarre for him now.

His Tianlong blood vessels are coagulated, and he is strong in spirit, and it is almost impossible for him to feel drowsy.

But now I feel drowsy and heavy, as if I have never practiced martial arts.

He worked hard and tried hard, but eventually gave up.

I sighed secretly, it seemed that I could not engrave the "light" of the divine text here.
Chapter completed!