These three flying daggers were made of frost metal. The blade shined blue and was apparently poisoned!
This was Lian Chengyu’s life-saving trump card. By using it, it was his last resort!
However, Yi Yun had long noticed Lian Chengyu’s moves. At the moment the flying daggers flew out, Yi Yun’s body slanted and his fingers made three taps!
“Clang! Clang! Clang!