"But how can these sons of bitches understand the spirit of us Sword Cultivators? Even though I was already thrown out of the battlefield by him at that time, I could still see that figure charging without hesitation into the group of evil beings, ultimately detonating his Sword Heart to die!"
After hearing Du Jingsheng's account, Shen Muyu was shocked to the point of feeling numb all over, his eyes filled with admiration.
What is the spirit of a Sword Cultivator?
This is the spirit of a Sword Cultivator!
At the same time, Du Jingsheng's eyes suddenly shone brightly.
"Give me your hand!"
Shen Muyu trembled all over, coming back to his senses from the shock, then confusedly stretched out his hand.
Just halfway through, Du Jingsheng suddenly grabbed it.
Then, an immense Sword Dao Cultivation flooded into Shen Muyu's body like an overwhelming river.
Shen Muyu's mouth slightly opened, wanting to shout, but he couldn't make a sound.
