Ye Xingmo and Duan Hunxiao simultaneously made their move. A long sword appeared in Ye Xingmo's hand, making his whole body seem light and agile. A golden star materialized on his forehead. With a fla..."Okay" 。 face. Under this atmosphere filled with the scent of steel, he too felt his blood begin to boil. 。But every man, who wouldn't want to gallop across the battlefield and feel the shock of iron and bloo...