C835 Ten Thousand Poisonous Martial Body!

"Crack …"

But soon, the image of the flood dragon was erased.

The Dragonscale Saber in Mo Guquan's hand showed signs of cracks as a sword mark slashed open the armor on his body.

"Puff …"

Mo Guquan coughed up blood and staggered back a few steps.

At this moment, Mo Guquan's face was pale and his aura was extremely weak.

After using his trump card and being heavily injured