C151 Mysterious Sword and Heartsword

Yue Qingming stood on top of the mountain, quietly waiting for Jian Xingyu's arrival.

"Friend, let's fight one last time!" "How about it?" Yue Qingming drew his godly sword from its scabbard. It was six feet clear and sharp. The five colored sword light was extremely dazzling.

Jian Xingyu did not say anything. He patted his back and the Spirit Sword's sword sheath let out a phoenix cry