C72

"Are you sure that you can do it in such a hasty manner?" Yu Yue Yan opened her mouth lightly, "Even though we haven't known each other for long, I don't want you to die because of me!"

"You don't believe me?" In front of Nie Chen was a dark-red, black-haired greatsword. This sword was none other than the one that Nie Chen had refined and merged with the five flying swords from Qing Se