jingle!

A glory ringing.

I saw Song Yizhi pulling out the snow -white narrow knife around his waist, and the wind chime of the horn handle was rippling.

Then the knife bodied a beautiful arc.

Specked the sky!

Such as heavy snow, falling frost!

At this time, a few figures are watching in the distance.

The old man lived in a crutch and said with a smile: "Listening to the snow on narrow swords, this girl hasn't used it for a long time."

A few people nodded slightly.

"If it is a single show sword, maybe it will be stronger."
Chapter completed!