C355 He Flew a Few Meters and Easily Crossed the Bridge!

At the forefront of the group, Mo Qishao faced the oncoming wooden figures with a look of unpredictable intent. With a casual flick of his wrist, his sword danced, and his bearing was noble.

With each movement of his hand, a silent slash of sword qi would bisect the encroaching wooden figures.

To onlookers, his progress across the bridge seemed utterly unaffected by the wooden figures