He didn't expect that he would meet this person.

The Shura of the Great Mang Country, Mo Fei!

Mo Wu didn't hesitate to press the handle in his hand, and the slender silver whip immediately retracted and turned into a soft sword.

He didn't lie to Minglin, he really didn't regret Mo, but he was surnamed Mo, his name was wrong, and his words were not regrettable.

The name Murphy, on this continent, has almost become a myth.

And Mo has no regrets, but no one knows who it is!

Mo Wuxi held the mirror with one hand and turned to look behind him.

Although Ming Lin's strength is outstanding, he is still defeated when he resists so many people alone.

He was now covered in wounds, bloody, surrounded by the man in black and the ghost-faced man in green clothes.

Suddenly, the group of ghost-faced people seemed to have received some news, and instead of entangled with the black-clothed man, they actually rushed towards Mo with bows and arrows.

Mo Wuxi's eyes flickered, holding the mirror, and ran towards the edge of the cliff.

When he reached the edge of the cliff, Mingjing, who had been fainting, actually woke up.

She glanced at Mo Wuxi, and then glanced behind them.

The arrows of the ghost-faced men shot at them like bamboos.

Mo Wuxi seemed to have eyes behind him, he hugged the mirror into his arms and protected her tightly with his body.

Spiegel leaned against his chest, only to hear the sound of an arrow piercing through flesh.

Mo snorted without regret, and fell off the cliff with her in his arms.

Mo Wuxi never let go of his hand, and the blood on his back stained his white clothes red.

"Mirror !!"

At this moment, Ming Lin happened to see Mo Wuxi being hit by several arrows and falling into the valley with Mingjing.

He swung his sword like crazy and slashed, and he, who was already at the end of his crossbow, unexpectedly exerted his tremendous power to kill the few people in black to the point that there was no one left.

The group of ghost-faced people in green clothes glanced down the valley, and their eyes fell on Ming Lin.

The leader waved his hand, and the ghost-faced man behind him stepped forward to surround Minglin.

Ten bows and arrows were aimed at Minglin.

He couldn't see the sharp arrows, and walked towards the edge of the cliff step by step.

The leader gave an order: "The Lord has an order, kill him!" ”

The ten bows and arrows fired in unison, piercing Ming Lin's body.

He finally couldn't hold on anymore, plopped up, and fell to the ground.

As soon as he fell, a puddle of blood formed under him, and blood flowed incessantly from his body.

The group of ghost-faced people in green clothes saw that Ming Lin had no chance of survival, and withdrew like the wind.

Among the three groups of people, two groups died, and only this group of ghost-faced people in Tsing Yi was the strangest.

At first, they helped Ming Lin kill the men in black, but in the end, they aimed their bows and arrows at the mirror they were about to capture alive.

It's all weird.

Even the ink that is suspended in mid-air and takes in all this is a little incomprehensible.

Her body slowly flew down the valley.

But on a stone platform halfway up the mountain, I saw Mo Wuxi, who was covered in blood and whose life and death were unknown.

And the overwhelmed mirror beside him.

When she woke up, she saw a young man blocking all the arrows for her, and even when she fell down the valley, she was tightly protecting her.

This made Spiegel unable to react for a while.

Although she was confused, she would not forget that the person in front of her saved her.

Spiegel burst into tears, stretched out his hand and pushed Mo without regret, "Hey, how are you!" You can't die! ”

She shouted several times, but Mo Wuxi didn't move a bit.

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