the wind of Jiangqu is still facing the night green with its back, with an unstartled appearance.,the night green Cheng looked grim and stared at Chu Dust, "he can not die, because it will be useful to keep it, and you " He's killing himself. ",Qingyunxian sword makes a clear sound of dragon singing, and the light of the sword shines in the temple of the night god.。