C1138 Death Sickle

"Then kill him in the cradle. " Lau Zheng murmured and slowly stood up. He looked at the crystal sword in Qiu Yun's hand and then looked at Qiu Yun fiercely. He did not attack immediately.

"I will leave the crystal sword with you first. I will harvest it with your life later. " Lau Zheng said with a faint smile, but his voice was filled with endless coldness