C3317 The Iron Skin of Mo Yuanxiong

Mo Yuan Xiong was stunned as he watched the scene unfold in front of him. His entire body froze and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva with a loud gulping sound.

Chen Sanqiu picked up a wooden stick from the ground. With a wave of his hand, sword qi shot out like a dragon towards his men. More than a dozen of his men were instantly sliced in half by the sword qi.

Blood flowed like a river