C117 Back to Jianling
"The Dao of Life and Death disappears, the Ice Face Heart is clear." The two swords are drawn to the sky, and the green light shines coldly. " The Daoist fairy, the blue-clothed man, the sword glaze, the cold starlight shining down, Li Qingyang holding a lantern, singing a poem, the air was faintly fragrant, as if the heavenly incense cloud had come.
As Sword Saint Star climbed up the stairs