After all, Mo Qing Shan was also an outstanding master in martial arts. With his help, Meng Yuan felt a lot more relaxed at once, and the long sword in his hand became more and more at ease.
The three faced each other again. After they separated, they saw Mo Han Shan's black figure swept down in the air like a hawk. After landing on the ground, he stepped back a few steps, his heart pounding with blood.
He quickly suppressed the blood that was about to spill out of his mouth, adjusted his breath, looked at the Soul Destruction Sword in Meng Yuan's hand, and said gloomily. "It really is a good sword! It seems that you can exert the power of this sword so far. No righteous person could do that."
