"block!"

seeing that there is no way to avoid it, there is a shield with an ancient flavor on Mo Chongyang's hand.

tens of millions of cold ice patterns were wildly hit on the shield, which not only failed to break through the shield's defense, but also flew out by a large number of bullets and scattered all over the city of Qianfeng. "This Mo Chongyang is really not a thing!"

"it's really a brute to force us to bear the aftereffect of Ye Chen's attack

"hateful, the number is so large that there is no escape!"

the ice pattern that Mo Chongyang resisted did not disappear immediately, but covered...