"Pump!"

The black blade of the wind is very fast, and it comes to Song Yan in a flash. It emits a cold breath, which makes him feel shivering.

A long sword appeared in his hand and flew out.

"Ding Ding Ding Ding!"

Song Inkstone, with a long sword in hand, kept wandering in a small area, flying one blade at a time.

But those black blades of the wind seem to be endless, constantly rushing towards Song inkstones.

The sword in Song Yan's hand waved faster, flying one blade at a time.

Wright's playful voice rang out: "How does my Blackwind Curse taste, or I'll give you something more?"...