This snake-like whip, Wang Lin had taken from Zhang Kuang, he had researched it during his closed-door training, and under Situ Nan’s directions refined it to make it his own.
Wang Lin controlled the whip-like Snake as it leapt over the flying sword’s attack, and went straight towards the middle-aged man.
Middle-aged man sneered, without being flustered by the snake-like whip, with one hand directed the flying sword, muttered a few words, as the flying sword weirdly disappeared and as if by teleporting appeared in front of the middle-aged man, and cut off the whip’s approach.
The Middle-aged man grinned loudly, from his mouth spit out a golden Blood bead, this bead after appearing, immediately turned into golden silk thread as it drilled into the flying sword.