The mountain road is rugged. Mo Yuanzhao carefully protects the ice on his back. Facing the attack of the red haired man, he can only choose to dodge. Because the man on his back can't stand a trace of trauma any more.

"poof!" Mo Yuanzhao flashes quickly, but he can't compare with the speed of the knife. At last, there is a hole left in his waist. Blood and spring flow out.

at this time, Mo Yuanzhao has had multiple cuts. Fortunately, the cultivator can regulate blood by luck. Soon, the blood on the wound was stopped by him. Nevertheless, his dodging speed slowed down a little. In this way,...