C327 Paladin

Ji Tianying's pupils shrank to the size of pinholes and his face gradually became deathly pale.

"Old thing, die!"

With just a few steps, Mo Jing horizontally moved several hundred meters forward, and smashed towards Ye Xuan's back with a fist. He did not hold back, and with this fist, even if Ye Xuan did not die, he would still be severely injured