However, the loudest ones were Jin Mingzhu and Dong Bu La.
Dong Bula's eyes were fine. Even if he was far away, he could still see the dark red on He Mo's palm. Blood was flowing bit by bit along her whip and finally dripped onto the ground.
For now, A Yina had an advantage, but this advantage was not too obvious. Moreover, He Mo was trying to find a way to regain this disadvantage.
He Mo suddenly exerted force on his waist and pushed A Yina sword away from him. At the same time, one of her legs fiercely slashed out, landing on A Yina jaw.
A Yina could only retract his hand and bend back. He flipped through the air and landed firmly on the ground six steps away from He Mo. He leaned on the sparrow and looked at He Mo, who was almost in front of her.
"Ah ……"
He Mo's mouth let out a sh
