C638 Cripple Su Xiaoyue

Zhao Feng laughed bitterly, "This is not a toy, but a treasure. Have you heard of flying swords?"

"Flying sword, is that all? "Don't joke around."

Zhao Feng didn't say anything. He looked at the small sword with a serious face. It was silver in color and there was nothing special about it. Zhao Feng carefully drew on it with his finger.

Suddenly, blood dripped down from Zhao Feng's fingertips