Swordsmanship, Ink, works

    

t Yín shī swiftly dodged to the side. Then, with both hands held high, he swept them horizontally across, his sharp, elongated nails seeming as if they would slice through Yúnfēng's throat."Good fell...rabbed Zhou Quan's arm with one hand, and coldly said:He couldn't wait to see what kind of person the high school student who had wasted several months of his time was."Hee hee, here I come."Seeing th...