Amid the roar, the defense circle composed of countless flowers suddenly shaking, and hundreds of flowers fell down.

Jun Qiluo's face suddenly turned pale, and a trace of blood suddenly appeared on the corner of her mouth!

Even with such a powerful mysterious weapon in hand, she still felt a little overwhelmed when facing the joint attacks of eleven middle and late stage warriors in the Lingwu Realm.

Just as Jun Qiluo was thinking about countermeasures...

Mo Ge suddenly put away the rusty short knife in his hand.

Just when the people of the Holy Light Sect were puzzled, Mo Ge shone with a brilliant light on his palm and took out a magical magic weapon.

This magic weapon is only a half foot long, with a sword at the tip. It has a sharp edge on one side, but the other side is jagged, and it is shiny all over, dazzling and dazzling.

The edge of the blade is so sharp that it can blow hair and break hair;

The jagged side is as sharp as the teeth, and the cold air is so cold!

Mo Ge stepped forward and walked to the front of the team and said lightly: "No one who deserves damn can escape."

A terrifying aura was released from the silence order and swept across the island!
Chapter completed!