With a punch, the heat inside him boiled over, surging into his right hand. It was as if a phantom tiger appeared behind Lin Yun, roaring furiously.,The sword naturally didn't belong to him. It was one he maintained for a core disciple of Qingyun Sect. Any sword needs maintenance after being used for a long time.,Su Ziyao's face was expressionless. She said faintly, "Sword, bring it here."。