No matter what Boboqi said, Moxiu remained unmoved.
Boboqi saw that Moxiu was also very angry. If he didn't think that Moxiu had a strong ability to set up and break the situation, he would have killed Moxiu a long time ago.
The stalemate didn't last long. Mo Xiu, who was resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes and walked out of the tent.
Boboc looked at the time. It had only been five minutes.
He did not believe that Mo Xiu would be able to find Mu Qingyi and Li Xin with those strange little swords in five minutes, so he followed them without batting an eyelid.
Mo Xiuyi stepped out of the tent and grasped the air with his right hand. The sword came! The Holy Sword returned to his hand and flew up.
He flew to the edge of the camp and stopped. Moxiu didn't rashly move forward.
This was because Moxiu could sense that something was wrong in front of him. There seemed to be a barrier.
