"Continue!"
Jian Wushuang's eyes were cold. He turned his right hand and changed his move quickly. Once again, he thrust his sword at Moluo's throat!
Clang!
The tip of the Wuqi Divine Sword was pointed at Moluo's throat. A sharp and overbearing sword intent exploded, instantly blasting a huge white spot on Moluo's throat.
As for Moluo's right palm, it also slammed onto Jian Wushuang's body and pressed him to the ground!
"What an annoying little fellow!"
Moluo's voice was low and deep. his huge palm pressed down on Jian Wushuang and slammed down on the ground at an extremely fast speed.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
The strong wind howled by Jian Wushuang's ears. Under the palm, Jian Wushuang had the illusion that he was being pressed down by a hundred thousand mountains. The great power contained in the palm was not something he could resist at all.
Jian Wushuang's eyes began to flash quickly.
Bang!
