C219 He Would Use the Moon Martial Spirit to Win the Battle
"A small trick." Mo Junyan's finger gently swept across the Yellow Spring Sword's body.
A gust of black gas suddenly covered the entire Yellow Spring Sword!
Whoosh!
Without Mo Junyan's deliberate control, the black air suddenly rose up and formed a black barrier.
Whoosh …
The arrows and the grass that looked like sharp blades all entered the black gas