Wandering

the spirit turns around and turns around. The black flying sword hovers over his head. His face is full of sorrow. He kneads it with his hands. The black flying sword instantly transforms dozens of sharp sword Qi into Murong wind's body. Dozens of sword Qi cut Murong wind's clothes, leaving a clear white mark on his body.

although Murong Feng's body hasn't been cut off, it's a pity that the pain can't be avoided. "You bastard, what are you doing back? What are you doing back? Why don't you die? At least you can leave a memory in my heart when you die. Why don't you come back...