'Across the vast sky, the dragon eagles' roar resounds, the Sword God destroys brigands, and Northern Valiant Sword follows!'
"Who is this talented poet who said this, it's not bad."
Zhou Xuanji, who wore a silver mask, nodded and smiled pleasantly. The dozen cultivator prisoners were all exceedingly excited, some even continuously kneeling before him.
Behind him, Northern Valiant Sword was in a fierce battle with the stronghold's head chief. Little Jiang Xue and Huang Lianxin were battling the underlings.
Ah Big and Small Er circled in the sky. Their wingspan was about fifteen yards, which looked like the modern fighter jets. Their shrieks resounded across the mountain top, which was like sounds of death that urged the brigands to die.
A year passed, Little Jiang Xue and Huang Lianxin were much stronger than they used to be, and they had garnered a rich experience from real battles.
