Swish swish swish!
Dozens of soldiers charged out from beside Mo Qian.
Clang clang clang!
Sharp blades drawn! Cold light flashing!
The sharp edges aimed at Lin Fan.
The killing intent grew stronger.
However.
Lin Fan was coldly laughing.
A disdainful cold laugh.
Shock!
Unparalleled shock!
Mo Ningxiang blinked her big watery eyes, innocently looking at the brothers, Mo Qian and Mo Mo, full of confusion and misunderstanding.
Why capture Lin Fan?
"What are you trying to do?!"
Slash!
Diwu Yun'er drew her sword, like a bright moon hanging in the sky.
But no one responded to her.
Everyone's focus was on Lin Fan!
Lin Fan intended to resist.
Whether it was Mo Qian or Mo Mo, or even these soldiers charging forward.
He didn't take them seriously at all!
These ants still want to fight him.
Unworthy!
He didn't even need to make a move; just a flick of his fingers and these people would be reduced to dust!
Turned into the void!
Calm, composed, unhurried, indifferent.
