The thin sword was shattered and his right hand was restrained, but instead of giving up, Ning Muyu looked at Mo De who was holding his wrist angrily.

"Let go of my hand!" A low roar roared out, and the alien son in his left hand condensed and swirled into another slender blade, stabbing at the face of the person in front of him.

Mo someone's dictionary has never had the words "pity for flowers and jade". Ignoring Ning Muyu's shouts, Mo De stretched his left arm and directly clasped her wrist backhand, and then a thin layer of golden light rose from the palm of his right hand, and went straight to the sharp wind in front of her eyes.

"Stop...... "Here, Ning Chengfeng fell......

"On the Throne" Volume 1 Chapter 204 The Heart Image is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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