C297 Create His Own Dao(2)

At this moment, Nangong Ling felt high-spirited, as if he had become dozens of years younger.

His silver hair was fluttering in the wind, and his eyes were fixed on the battlefield where he had been duped. He looked at the sword Qi that was flowing in all directions, and felt the soaring sword intent. He really wanted to let out a furious roar!

My race's fate is declining? Pah!

Such a genius