"You still call yourself the Shadow Swordsman, why use needles to launch a sneak attack?" Li Xiu's steps changed, dodging the Blind Tailor's fingers, not giving him a chance to flick out the black needle.
"This needle is my sword, the Shadow Needle Sword." As the Blind Tailor spoke, the black needle flicked by his hand suddenly lengthened, sweeping towards Li Xiu's neck.
Li Xiu's steps shifted, and the technique of the Fluctuating Fist exploded. The muscles on his body contracted rapidly, causing a sonic boom, making his body lean back and narrowly avoid the sweep of the Shadow Needle Shadow.
The Blind Tailor approached Li Xiu like a specter, the Shadow Needle Sword in his hand changing unpredictably, sometimes stabbing, sometimes slashing, as if a fierce ghost was entangling Li Xiu.
Like Old Man Wu, the Blind Tailor did not use Light Energy, but only fought with techniques.
