C77 Phantom slaughtering(part ii)

Under the glaring sunlight, the long sword in Song Yi's hand was narrow and gave off a cold glow. He did not need to get close to it to know that it was a treasured sword that would never appear in the world. Only the Heavenly Iron s that he had obtained in the cold lake could release such a bone-piercing chill. Song Zhong was too arrogant and disdained to even use weapons