"Seize this sword!"
Di Jia ordered coldly and made a seal with one hand in front of him. The demonic aura on his body gradually rose, and the sky became more oppressive. All the martial artists felt unbearable and looked at him in horror. Only Jiang Huishu and the other two seemed to have been injected with energy. Their momentum rushed up and they bared their fangs and brandished their claws!
Mo Xiaochuan snorted coldly. His face was as calm as water as waves of weapon essence emanated from his sword and surrounded his body, forming a barrier that isolated the demonic Qi from entering. He shouted, " "A group of Rascals turned into dust under the sword! Thousand feet noble art, the cold wind blows the snow and reflects The Lonely City!"
