C2256 Zhao Wuji Had Died
Mirror moon!
When Chu Yan held the rusty broken sword in his hand, it was like scrap iron.
But the moment Chu Yan brandished his sword, the dazzling light, in an instant, like the bright moon in the sky, the milky way spilled out. A cool, sharp, pure, and noble aura instantly gushed out.
It was as if the entire darkness had been coated with a layer of quiet, pure white at this moment
