C2178 Cold Sword Axe Light

"Kong Mu, we are the oriole …"

In the blink of an eye, Taoist Mo Pu, who was screaming and struggling just a moment ago, had recovered back to the state of a Spirit.

The moment Taoist Mo Pu's voice fell, two men also descended from the distance.

One of them held a long and narrow sword in his hand. His entire body was exuding an ice-cold aura. It was as if he had just walked out of an iceberg