The condensed wine became a blade, the sword was in the hand, and the wine madman's eyes show seriousness, looking at Qin Feng rushed towards himself.
The sword like wine glittering and translucent raised, on the body of the sword, suddenly it became surging violently!
"Sword of Jiuzhou!"
Wine madman became serious, ragged clothes flutter without wind automatically, the sword in the hands let out a voice of phenix, his fingers brushed the sword body, then he raised it fiercely and cut toward Qing Feng, firm but gentle from the blade, there are light appearing.
At this moment, Qin Feng is still in a state of madness. The body shape is turned into a black fire, and the golden hoop stick is held in the hand. Looking at the coming of the sword, there was not the slightest fear in his eyes, but a more bloodthirsty madness!
With a wide grin and a loud roar, he swung down the stick!
