C392 The Primordial Spirit Controlled the Sword

"Swish, swish, swish!"

The two of them exchanged ten moves in an instant. Ye Chen's sword was getting faster and faster. The sword Qi was getting fiercer and fiercer, but Joyce's Demonic Qi was getting dimmer and dimmer. Finally, he could not take it anymore. The Demonic Qi wrapped around both of his hands. It was pouring out in all directions. Blood was dripping from the ___