Sword storm, with Moxiong as the center, raging in this vast open space!
The blue long sword is in hand, and Mo Xiong at the moment has an endless madness on his face.
Even Dongfang Qing on the other side of the jade platform, under this sword storm, is subconsciously transporting the spirit to stabilize the figure, and the eyes are full of horror.
Although he had a good relationship with Han Xiu, he never saw Han Xiu attacks.
At this moment, he feels the sword of Yuan Yin, and finds that he is not at the same level as him.
"On the last time, you survived from the sword of me. This time, I will let you beg for mercy."
"Let you know how terrible it is to anger the Lord!"
Mo Xiong's eyes flicked in the twilight, and behind him, there was a phantom of illusion, as it was at the Medicine Pavilion that day, but the power of this phantom was obviously much stronger than the previous one!
