C711 Suicide

"Good sword!" Chen Mo clicked his tongue in admiration.

The sword in Zhang Ningxue's hand was not one bit inferior to the Black Sabre that he gave to Su Wei.

"As long as you complete your mission well and earn the Meritorious Point, you can exchange them for some good stuff." Zhang Ningxue held his sword and cut a flower in the air, then elegantly kept his sword back into the sheath