The first young mast

Qingyunxian sword makes a clear sound of dragon singing, and the light of the sword shines in the temple of the night god.,in the twinkling of an eye, the spirit of the sword surged out, and the messenger of the night god rushed in front of him without even responding, and fell to the ground in the twinkling of an eye.,Chu Dust looks cold, and within a moment, more than ten Night God messengers have been killed.。