He also gained the reputation of the 'Flowing Rain Needle'.
Needles like fine rain flowing down a waterfall, palms open to a thousand blooming pear trees!
However, Chu Qing's sword defied the flow, wrapped in the Undying Golden Body, forcibly creating a crack amidst the fine rain waterfall. No matter how dense the myriad threads of waterfall became, they could not break through Chu Qing's Protective Gang Qi.
"Drink ya!!!"
The Flowing Rain Needle suddenly let out a shout, gathering both hands, a silver needle suspended between his palms, driven by his inner strength, causing the silver needle to turn crimson.
The sharp edge flickered, the palm momentum suddenly pushed.
Buzz!!!
The crimson flying needle propelled by his inner strength collided with Chu Qing's sword tip in an instant.
Clang!!!
The intense sound flashed, followed by the crimson flying needle insanely boring into the tip of Chu Qing's sword.
