C791 The Deathmatch Between the Swordsmen.

挽歌’s sword could only kill.

The sword skill exploded, and Lin Yu's speed far surpassed his limit. The silver-haired man was already unable to block it. With a flash of light, his soul was twisted into the vortex of the sword. At this moment, he felt that the whole world had quieted down. It was so quiet that he couldn't hear a single sound