C1827 Third Ancient God(part I)

Lin Nan rushed forward.

He held the black sheath in his hands, as if he had become one with his weapon.

One with the sword.

It was a sword!

This was a move where both parties would die. If Lin Nan could not kill Fiore, his' sword 'would break!

Wherever Lin Nan went, the space shook crazily like a sledgehammer striking against a wall