C238 Mourning in Happiness

Wen Zhu held the Pure Heart Sword in his hand. His light pink dress fluttered in the breeze, and he seemed to be in high spirits.

The dagger blocked her in front of her, and whispered. "Zhu Er, in a moment, we will use our swords in unison. His hands are powerful, and his weakness is his legs. I will attack him from three paths up, and you can attack him from three paths down