Most of the people who showed regret and distress were young men and girls. Most of these people were admirers of Mo Li. It was inevitable to feel distressed when they saw their idol in such a bad situation.
Those with happy and joyful eyes are naturally more loyal believers. The heretics cannot escape, so this is naturally the scene they want to see the most.
The three saints in mid-air have once again launched a second round of attacks. Others did not see clearly, but they could see it most clearly in mid-air. Just now, there was a white shadow rushing out from several rays of light.
A green light flashed, and the Yihu appeared again and took over Mo Li's fallen body.
At this time, Mo Li's hair was slightly disheveled, and there were several cracks on the hem of his robe. He had barely avoided the blow just now, but she was unable to completely avoid it, and was somewhat affected.
At this time, the figures of the three saints had already rushed less than three meters in front of her.
Swords, knives, and punches once again surrounded her in a triangular shape from three directions. Gong Ao had already rushed into the air behind her, and had already thrown out a cyan wind slash with his wave.
The wind slash did not strike directly at her body, but struck at the top of her head, cutting off her escape path.
If Mo Li didn't want to be chopped into pieces by Feng Zhan, he could only take the simultaneous blows from these three saints.
If there is no way to retreat, then we will not retreat!
Mo Li clenched the dagger in his right hand, his body and mind moving together.
Lifting up diagonally from the back of the Yihu, Mo Li swung his sword towards the saint on the left, while the Yihu went straight forward and hit the saint directly in front of him.
In mid-air, a purple light and three red lights flashed, and three golden-clawed giant rocs and the baby appeared in mid-air at the same time.
Two giant eagles appeared behind the saint on the left to sneak attack, and one appeared under the baby's feet to support its figure. However, it was just a baby that had just awakened, and its ability to fly in the air was not yet confirmed.
The wind slashed through the air, and with the strong wind, Mo Li's dagger had already met the long sword thrust by the saint.
Click!
It's not a knife that breaks, it's not a sword that breaks, it's a person that breaks.
Before the tip of Li Li's sword caught the saint's sword, the sword had already deviated from the direction of the attack.
Li Li raised his face in confusion, and saw that the saint in front of him had been broken into two parts at the waist, and his body was seriously dislocated.
Who is helping her to cut off this saint's body from behind?!
Before Mo Li had time to look behind the saint, he had already fallen backwards.
A black shadow flashed past, and her wrist was already tightened.
"I'll break it off, you hurry up and leave!"
A few short words, the voice was clear and pleasant, but completely unfamiliar.
As the voice fell, the palms on her arms were loosened, and a powerful force threw her straight into the air.
Mo Li turned around and saw a purple light, like lightning, piercing another saint not far away.
That blue light is a knife.
The two-meter-long blue handle is coiled with a dragon's body. The dragon's head-shaped blade is covered with a rich aqua-blue brilliance. At a glance, it looks like a dragon charging out of the sea in anger.
The handle of the long knife was held by a snow-white hand.
The owner of the palm was dressed in a black outfit, with a black silk handkerchief casually wrapped around his face. His long black hair was blown up by the strong wind, and half of his face facing Li Mo Li had blood in his eyes.
chill.
Seeing that eye clearly, Mo Li was shocked.
Is he the Ghost King?!
No, the Ghost King has clearly penetrated the divine level, and the person in front of him is clearly in the middle of the holy level.
If he's not the Ghost King, then who is he?! Most of the people with regretful and distressed expressions are young men and girls. Most of these people are admirers of Mo Li. Seeing their idols in such a bad situation, it's inevitable to feel distressed.
Those with happy and joyful eyes are naturally more loyal believers. The heretics cannot escape, so this is naturally the scene they want to see the most.
The three saints in mid-air have once again launched a second round of attacks. Others did not see clearly, but they could see it most clearly in mid-air. Just now, there was a white shadow rushing out from several rays of light.
A green light flashed, and the Yihu appeared again and took over Mo Li's fallen body.
At this time, Mo Li's hair was slightly disheveled, and there were several cracks on the hem of his robe. He had barely avoided the blow just now, but she was unable to completely avoid it, and was somewhat affected.
At this time, the figures of the three saints had already rushed less than three meters in front of her.
Swords, knives, and punches once again surrounded her in a triangular shape from three directions. Gong Ao had already rushed into the air behind her, and had already thrown out a cyan wind slash with his wave.
The wind slash did not strike directly at her body, but struck at the top of her head, cutting off her escape path.
If Mo Li didn't want to be chopped into pieces by Feng Zhan, he could only take the simultaneous blows from these three saints.
If there is no way to retreat, then we will not retreat!
Mo Li clenched the dagger in his right hand, his body and mind moving together.
Lifting up diagonally from the back of the Yihu, Mo Li swung his sword towards the saint on the left, while the Yihu went straight forward and hit the saint directly in front of him.
In mid-air, a purple light and three red lights flashed, and three golden-clawed giant rocs and the baby appeared in mid-air at the same time.
Two giant eagles appeared behind the saint on the left to sneak attack, and one appeared under the baby's feet to support its figure. However, it was just a baby that had just awakened, and its ability to fly in the air was not yet confirmed.
The wind slashed through the air, and with the strong wind, Mo Li's dagger had already met the long sword thrust by the saint.
Click!
It's not a knife that breaks, it's not a sword that breaks, it's a person that breaks.
Before the tip of Li Li's sword caught the saint's sword, the sword had already deviated from the direction of the attack.
Li Li raised his face in confusion, and saw that the saint in front of him had been broken into two parts at the waist, and his body was seriously dislocated.
Who is helping her to cut off this saint's body from behind?!
Before Mo Li had time to look behind the saint, he had already fallen backwards.
A black shadow flashed past, and her wrist was already tightened.
"I'll break it off, you hurry up and leave!"
A few short words, the voice was clear and pleasant, but completely unfamiliar.
As the voice fell, the palms on her arms were loosened, and a powerful force threw her straight into the air.
Mo Li turned around and saw a purple light, like lightning, piercing another saint not far away.
That blue light is a knife.
The two-meter-long blue handle is coiled with a dragon's body. The dragon's head-shaped blade is covered with a rich aqua-blue brilliance. At a glance, it looks like a dragon charging out of the sea in anger.
The handle of the long knife was held by a snow-white hand.
The owner of the palm was dressed in a black outfit, with a black silk handkerchief casually wrapped around his face. His long black hair was blown up by the strong wind, and half of his face facing Li Mo Li had blood in his eyes.
chill.
Seeing that eye clearly, Mo Li was shocked.
Is he the Ghost King?!
No, the Ghost King has clearly penetrated the divine level, and the person in front of him is clearly in the middle of the holy level.